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MACDONALD tells of a young marquis who lived for a number of years as a
poor fisherman in his own Scotch village, enduring the hardship of the
men who win their living from the sea, his rank being meanwhile unknown.
Finally he declared his position and assumed the rights of his place,
and now the men whenever they were in trouble brought to him their
grievances, with a feeling of certainty that he knew their sufferings
and would sympathize with them.
So Jesus, having once lived in the flesh, and for our sakes became poor,
and having suffered weariness, hunger, thirst, bitter temptations, and
finally death itself, knows all our human estate, our sorrows, cares,
and anxieties, and ever sympathizes with us with infinite tenderness and
love. We have not a Saviour who cannot understand all that comes to us.
He was a baby, a child, a man. He was despised and honored; loved and
hated; tenderly cared for and finally killed by envious hearts. So, you
see, he will understand anything we want to tell him about.
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“EXCUSE ME, PRINCE.”
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THE following pretty story is told of a brown-eyed maiden just four
years old, with the sweetest voice and the tenderest heart in the world.
She was pulling her little rocking-chair across the room the other day,
when somehow in her progress she trod upon the tail of dog Prince, and
drew forth a low growl of reproach from that much-valued member of the
family. A look of dismay crossed the baby’s face, and she turned
hastily. “Excuse me, Prince,” she pleaded, as she laid her snowflake of
a hand caressingly on the dog’s head. Prince thumped his tail heavily as
if to say, “It’s all right, dear little mistress. I know it was all an
accident, and you won’t do it again, I am sure.” And the little maiden
went on with her play feeling very happy.
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