I thought the
rattan was coming out sure, and stretched myself up in warlike attitude.
After school, however, I didn't see the rattan, but she sat down by me
and told me how she loved me, and how she had prayed to be able to rule
that school by love, and concluded by saying, "I want to ask you one
favor--that is; if you love me, try and be a good boy;" and I never gave
her trouble again. She just put me under grace. And that is what the
Lord does. God is love, and He wants us all to love Him.
True Love.
One day when I was in Brooklyn, I saw a young man going along the street
without any arms. A friend who was with me, pointed him out, and told me
his story. When the war broke out he felt it to be his duty to enlist
and go to the front. He was engaged to be married, and while in the army
letters passed frequently between him and his intended wife. After the
battle of the Wilderness the young lady looked anxiously for the
accustomed letter. For a little while no letter was received. At last
one came in a strange hand. She opened it with trembling fingers, and
read these words: "We have fought a terrible battle. I have been wounded
so awfully that I shall never be able to support you. A friend writes
this for me.
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