CHAPTER V.

FORBIDDEN GROUND.

“My son, if sinners entice thee, consent thou not.”—PROV. i. 10.

Little Joseph Ashton was idling about the streets of London on a Sunday

afternoon. He had been to church in the morning, and had behaved there

like a quiet, attentive child: he had brought home the text to his

grandmother, and had also learned two other verses from the Bible.

Joseph was not without some feeling of religion: in church he often

appeared very devout, especially when he heard the sweet music of the

hymn. His grandmother found him obedient and loving, and fondly hoped

that her dear son might grow up a true servant of the Lord. But, alas!

poor Joseph’s goodness was often as the morning dew, it could not stand

the hot sun of temptation. Like that strange creature called the

chameleon, which is said to change its colour according to the objects

that are near it, Joseph changed his conduct according to his

companions: he had learned many good things both at home and at school,

but he had not yet learned to say _No_!

[Illustration: LITTLE JOSEPH.]

Little Joseph now stood at the side of the New Road, looking carelessly

at the crowds passing before him, watching the tired omnibus horses

dragging their heavy loads—alas! that mercy, if not religion, should not

give them their one day’s rest! There were hawkers, and sellers of

sweetmeats behind their tempting stalls, little thinking, poor and often

ignorant as they are, that they are doing the work of the Evil One, by

leading others to sin! _What shall it profit a man, if he gain the whole

world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for

his soul?_ What will these poor sinners think of their miserable

profits, the heaps of pence collected on the Sabbath, when they stand

before the Judge of quick and dead! Oh, for a voice to warn them in

time, to persuade them that He in whose hands are all things would

abundantly make up to them, here and hereafter, for all that they might

give up for His sake; that better, _far better, is poverty than sin_;

that it is a happy thing to trust in the mercy of God, who knows and

pities their wants; and that _the blessing of the Lord it maketh rich,

and He addeth no sorrow thereto_.

I fear that these were not the thoughts of little Joseph, whose mind was

just in that vacant state which tempts evil to enter. As he stood with

both his hands in his pockets, leaning against an iron lamp-post, two

school-fellows of his, Jack and Thomas Higgins, came up to him from

behind.

“I say, Joseph,” cried Jack, slapping him on the shoulder, “have you any

coppers about you?”

“Why, yes; what makes you ask me?”

“I’ve a mind to some of that pink rock on yon stall—it’s the nicest

thing in the world. I shared my gingerbread with you yesterday, so it’s

only fair that you stand treat to-day.”

“I’ll get some to-morrow,” said Joseph, who had a lively remembrance of

the impressive manner of the clergyman that morning when he repeated the

commandment of the Most High, _Remember the Sabbath-day, to keep it

holy_.

[Illustration: THE STREET STALL.]

“To-morrow! Oh, nonsense! we want it now.”

“You don’t mean to say that your old granny has been putting silly

fancies into your head about it’s being wrong to buy a little

barley-sugar on Sunday?” cried Tom, in a mocking tone.

“She’ll next say that it’s a sin to eat it!” laughed Jack.

Joseph coloured, as though there were anything to be ashamed of in

listening to his grandmother, or in obeying his God. He stood fumbling

his pence in his pocket, in an uncomfortable, irresolute manner.

“Come, out with it!” cried Jack, “like a good fellow as you are; I’ll be

bound no one will peach you to your granny.”

“I’d not be tied to her apron-strings like a baby!” said Tom. “There!

just look at the stall; isn’t it tempting?”

Very tempting it certainly was, and poor Joseph was one who had little

courage to resist temptation. So he exchanged his pence for the piece of

pink rock, which he divided between himself and his companions; who,

having obtained all that they wanted from their schoolfellow, sauntered

carelessly away.

Joseph was in the act of eating his portion of the sweetmeat, feeling

uneasy from a consciousness of doing wrong—for he had not attained that

terrible hardness of heart which comes by long practice of sin—when a

lady, who took an interest in the school which he attended, approached

him on her way towards church. At one glance she recognized the boy, who

had been rather a favourite of hers; and his look of shame, yet more

than the employment in which he was engaged, and the nearness of the

stall at which he had been buying, showed Mrs. Graham that he had been

profaning the Sabbath.

“Is any pleasure worth a sin?” she said softly as she passed; and,

gently as those words were spoken, they seemed to leave a sting behind.

The short enjoyment of the sweetmeat was speedily over; indeed, so

unpleasant were the feelings of its purchaser, that it could hardly be

said to have been enjoyed at all. Joseph returned home discontented and

ashamed; he knew that he had acted both sinfully and weakly, and had

neglected the warning in the Bible, _My son, if sinners entice thee,

consent thou not_.

A few weeks after this occurrence, Mrs. Graham announced her intention

of giving a treat to all the children of the school. She had a pretty

country villa but a few miles from town, and invited the scholars to

take tea and cake, and spend a half-holiday in her grounds. A large van

was hired to convey the whole party; and the expedition to Maythorn

Lodge was looked forward to with extreme delight.

A fear certainly crossed the mind of Joseph, that, his late fault having

been noticed by the lady, he might be excluded from the treat given to

the rest. But it was not so; and when the crowded van drove off, while

the merry throng with laughter and shouts clustered within like bees in

a swarm, there was none among them gayer or happier than Joseph.

It seemed as if everything combined to heighten the pleasure provided

for the children. The weather was neither too hot nor too cold; the

delightful sun of May shone to brighten but not to burn; the hedges were

gay with the blossoms of spring, and the meadows were spangled with

daisies.

Mrs. Graham with cheerful kindness received her young guests. A long

deal table had been spread on the lawn; huge piles of sliced cake

appeared down the middle; and as the merry, eager children took their

places on each side, hot tea was handed round in large kettles. The

benevolent lady looked smilingly on, as if sharing the enjoyment which

she gave.

[Illustration: THE LAWN.]

“And now,” said she, when the repast was ended, “I shall leave you to

amuse yourselves here. I know that you will enjoy a good merry game, and

the lawn will make a capital play-ground. I have but to desire you all

to respect my flowers, and, above all, not to run over my strawberry

beds; that gravel path shall mark out your bounds—all beyond it is

forbidden ground.”

A ready promise was instantly made, which, probably, every one intended

to keep. The lady thought that there would be little temptation to break

it, for the fruit of the strawberry had not yet appeared, though plenty

of blossoms on the low green plants gave promise of an abundant supply

before long.

For a while no difficulty was felt in obeying the kind lady’s command.

The flowers were quite safe on their stalks, not a foot touched a

strawberry blossom. But, unfortunately, Jack Higgins had brought his

bat, and nothing would please either his brother or him but the idea of

a game of cricket.

“If we had a field to play in,” said Edmund Butler, “there is nothing

that I should like better; but there is hardly room for such a game

here, for it is very likely indeed that the ball would be sent into the

forbidden ground. The strawberry bed would be in danger.”

“It certainly would,” added Joseph.

“I wish that it stood anywhere but where it does!” exclaimed Tom,

preparing two stumps for the wicket; “but I don’t believe that we’ll do

any harm, and I’m quite resolved to have a game!”

There was instantly a division amongst the boys, some deciding to obey

the wishes of their kind friend, some to follow their own amusement. I

am happy to say that the greater number decided to run no risk of

offending her, so that Jack began to fear that he could hardly collect

enough of companions to enable him to play at cricket.

“I wonder at you all!” he cried. “It’s the manliest game going, and the

only one fit for Englishmen! You’ll join us, Joe Ashton, I know that you

will—there’s nobody bowls like you!”

Again the weak boy doubted and hesitated, afraid to do wrong, but

without courage to do right. Much rather would he have joined his

companions now playing at “hunt the ring;” but the hand of Jack was upon

his shoulder; Tom was laughing at his scruples; both urging him to join

them; and the struggle ended with him as it usually ended—he could not

withstand the persuasion of others.

Joseph was very successful in his bowling; and in the pleasure and

excitement of the game thought little of the strawberry bed. As the game

proceeded his position in it was changed; he was now one of those who

stood to catch the ball, and was eagerly watching the success of his

side, ready, like a greyhound, to bound forward if required, when a

strong blow from Jack Higgins, who then happened to be batsman, sent the

ball right into the midst of the strawberries! Instantly the young

player rushed after it: on his quickness the whole game might hang, for

the bowler was taking his run. As he reached the ball Joseph’s foot

tripped, and down he fell, at the very moment when Mrs. Graham and a

party of ladies, having come from the house to witness the sports, stood

by the edge of the parterre!

“I hope that you have not hurt yourself!” said one of the ladies, as

Joseph, flushed and panting, scrambled to his feet.

“He _has_ hurt himself,” replied Mrs. Graham’s displeased voice. Joseph

did not venture to lift up his eyes to her face. “He who has disregarded

my wishes, and, at the very time when he was experiencing my kindness,

wilfully disobeyed my command, has little right to expect more

indulgence at my hand. I came prepared with another invitation to the

young friends who have visited me to-day. I intended to ask them all to

return here again when the summer sun shall have ripened those

strawberries, when they shall be welcome to gather them for themselves;

but as for Joseph, he has already had more than his share in the

blossoms which he has destroyed, which never can bear any fruit—there is

no use in his coming to look on while others enjoy what might have been

his, if he could have learned the duty of obedience!”

Then was the time for Jack and Tom to have stepped forward and honestly

owned their share in the fault. But I appeal to those who, like Joseph,

have weakly yielded to the persuasions of those who tempted them to do

wrong, whether the companions who have led them into trouble are the

ones to try to help them out of it. The Higgins both were silent, and

for this time escaped the punishment which is certain, sooner or later,

to overtake those who persevere in a course of rebellion. Joseph’s heart

swelled, a choking feeling was in his throat: to be thus disgraced

before all, and debarred from a treat which he would so greatly have

enjoyed, and to know that the punishment was just, turned all the

pleasure of the day into bitterness.

Mrs. Graham saw his look of distress, and her gentle heart pitied the

boy, though she felt too strongly how important the lesson might be to

him through the whole course of his future life, to relax in her firm

resolve. She followed him, however, as he sadly walked away to a more

retired part of the garden. She laid her hand on his arm: he started,

for he had not heard her noiseless step as she approached.

“You are very sorry for what has happened, Joseph—I see that you are;

you are very sorry to have displeased a friend and forfeited a

pleasure.”

Joseph looked fixedly on the ground, while his eyes gradually filled

with tears. “They made me do it!” at last he muttered, in a low tone.

Without appearing to notice the interruption, the lady proceeded: “I

should have willingly overlooked your fault, had it been the first

brought under my observation; but it is not long since I had reason to

believe you guilty of a much more serious offence. You have now only

disobeyed an earthly friend—you had then broken the solemn law of your

God. You have deprived yourself now of a little pleasure; but who can

say how great will be the loss, both in this world and in the next, of

him who wilfully profanes the holy Sabbath of the Lord, the maker of

heaven and earth!”

[Illustration: MRS. GRAHAM AND JOSEPH.]

“They made me do it!” again murmured the boy.

“Heaven forgive them for tempting a weak brother; but their fault does

not justify you. What would you say of the soldier who could be

persuaded to go over to the side of the enemy? or the subject who, from

fear of a laugh or a jest, could desert the cause of his king? Ask

strength from the Lord to stand firm in the right, though you alone

should defend it: fear nothing but the displeasure of a holy God. Keep

his Sabbaths unbroken, and rest assured that you shall find them yield

rich fruits of peace and of joy. Oh, _follow not the multitude to do

evil. When sinners entice, consent thou not._ They may laugh down your

doubts and your scruples now, but they cannot excuse your sin, nor save

you from its punishment in the terrible day of judgment.”

When sinners entice,

And from thee would wrest

That gem beyond price,

The day God hath blest.

The day that was given

Our souls to prepare

For the sabbath of heaven—

Oh, shun thou the snare!

When fools treat with scorn

What God hath approved,

Their laugh must be borne,

Thy faith be unmoved.

As arrows fall lightly

On mail-covered breast,

The soul that acts rightly

Need ne’er fear the jest.

Oh! follow not thou

The crowd to do ill;

What many allow

May be perilous still.

The sins of another

Excuse not thine own;

The fall of a brother

Is warning alone.

Though hand joined in hand,

The Scriptures will tell,

How on a whole land

Dread punishment fell;—

The flames of Gomorrah,

The waves of the Flood,

Bereaved Egypt’s sorrow,

And Palestine’s blood!

“When sinners entice,

Consent not, my son;”

Paths many has vice—

Salvation but _one_:

The Christian’s allegiance

By faith he must prove—

Faith working obedience—

The obedience of love!

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