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somewhat akin were passing also. What was he, to be “I bring evil tidings, Miretown. Dr. Crawer was favonred above so many? Glad in the possession of arrested this morning at the bidding of the bishop, and worldly comforts, and exceeding glad in the knowledge is imprisoned in the Castle on the charge of heresy and of a Saviour who loved him, died for him, lived to inter- want of respect to the Mother Church." ceile for him,
In an instant Davie Dunmore was on his feet. But not long that night did husband and wife find “Is it possible ?” he said ; "the noblest and best of time for musing. The keeping-room in which they men! Can nothing be done to rescue him from the stood was full of guests. The Laird of Dunmore hands of_" had been summoned to attend to the king for some A hard, unchristian word was rising to the young weeks, and during his absence Lady Louise and her man's lips; but he forced it back, and substituted "cruel two little boys, along with Master Davie, had come to bishop.” visit Mande at Miretown. They were a happy party ; “Let us go," he said, with his old impetuosity. “Why and many an evening (though still in partial secrecy) waste time here talking ?” the old Wycliffe copy of the Scriptures was produced, But the merchant laid his hand on the excited and its sacred truths read and meditated on. There youth's arm, saying, “Something must be done, and at was no priest or chaplain kept in that house. William once; but let us bring sober reason to bear on the Miretown acted, as Abraham of old, as priest to his own subject.” household.
“I'll see the bishop at once,” said Davie," and reason Davie Dunmore's bealth was still delicate. All hopes with him. My father knows him well, and in his of becoming a soldier were now almost dying away, even absence he may listen to me.” fron the mind of his father; but he took much to books, The merchant smiled. “When 'tis a question of and had resided in St. Andrews during the winter months heresy, young master, 'tis little Henry Wardlaw will for the last three years, in order to study at the uni- heed even his dearest friend." versity, and also to enjoy the society of his much-loved For a few minutes William Miretown had stood friend and physician, Doctor Crawer, who was silently paralysed with dismay at the tidings ; but he soon regoing on in his daily labour of love, ministering to the gained his composure, and came forward, saying, “The tudies and souls of his suffering fellow immortals. only thing I can think of, is an immediate application Dying eyes not a few were raised in loving gratitude to to King James. If the bishop will be moved by any his as he whispered of Him who hath taken the sting one, 'twill be the king; and if your father will make the from death and the victory from the grave; and dying application to him, good may come of it. But there is lips uttered the name of Jesus, of whose love they knew no time to be lost, Maude: my brave Maude-I must pot till on a bed of sickness the medical missionary had leave you this very hour, and set off for Stirling without told them the “old, old”-yet ever new — “story of delay, and Davie will stay to comfort and cheer yon in redeeming love."
my absence." “Davie, brother Davie, a story, a story,” said little “Nay, William," said the young master; "this very chubby-cheeked Eugene, as he stopped his play and ran night I return with Van Weld to St. Andrews, and to his favourite “big man brother," as he called him. shall contrive by some means to gain admittance to *Well
, what shall it be about this time, mon frère ?” Doctor Crawer. Don't gainsay me. I must go. Sir said Davie, lifting the boy on his knee and stroking the Thomas Godwin is to return to-night, and will take dark, glossy curls, so like those of the little sister who charge of the ladies during our absence.” had now been nearly four years with Jesus in glory. All saw that any attempt to turn Davie from his
"Tell me about the King James,” said the child. “You purpose would be useless, and so, ere a couple of hours always say, when you were little you liked to hear about had passed, the happy family party was broken up, and him, his crimson cloak and plumed hat and sword; and the Laird of Miretown and the young Master of Dunoh, tell how he learned to shoot with the bow and arrow more had each gone on their different embassies to aid, when he was in England ; and the queen, Davie, is she if possible, the loved physician and brother in Christ. as pretty as sister Maude?" And the boy pointed to Ere they departed, the whole party united in reading bis sister.
the account of Peter in prison released in answer to - His words were overheard, and a hearty burst of prayer; and bending their knees, besonght God oh laughter followed. Just then a noise was heard in the behalf of the prisoner in the Castle dungeon. And so, courtyard, and a horseman rode in.
ere that lovely summer evening had closed, the two “Ha! a guest!” said the laird. “We must haste to brothers-in-law rode off, and the ladies remained bebid him welcome; but who is he? Methinks it is the hind to do as so often falls to the lot of womenFlemish merchant, Van Weld. What brings him, I suffer suspense and anxiety in silence, unable to Finder? 'Tis rarely he favours us."
help, save by the all-powerful aid of prayer. Would Ere he reached the door the rch
не Paul Crawer released, and, like Peter of old, come greeted the ladies hastily, then turned to the laird. His and declare how the Lord had delivered him out of face was sadly troubled as he spoke.
not only peace but joy shone on his face. There Fas CHAPTER XVI.
One with him whom the world knew not. The Elder
dark prison. “I will be present at the last," Davie The strife is done, the crown is won,
whispered, as he bade his beloved friend farewell, “and And the martyr rests at lastUp! up! up!
ere long we will be together in glory." William MireFar beyond the clear blue sky,
town strove in vain to obtain the same privilege as Beyond the stars and beyond the sun, To his Father's house on high !
Davie, no other was admitted ; so in solitude passed the
last days of Paul Crawer. Alone, yet not alone ; no It was a bright day in early autumn. Summer beauty iron bars can shut out the Triune God. As truly as the still lingered, only the palest tinge of gold and red told | Lord of old appeared unto Paul in prison, bidding him that autumn had begun. The sun shone in an unclouded be of good cheer, so, truly, was he revealed to the sky; the air was fresh and inspiriting. It was a day medical missionary. Was not his own ford given to when all nature looked very fair, when existence seened him when he said, “ Fear none of these things which in itself a pleasure. The world seemed flushed with thou shalt suffer : thou shalt have tribulation ten days: life. One felt sure, if language had been given to trees, be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a and fields, and oceans that day, they would all have crown of life"? Thoughts of his old home, of his father joined in a hymn of rejoicing praise. On some such and his loving sister Liese, often filled the captive's heart day must the Psalmist have written these words: “Thou as he sat in his sea-bound prison; but they were not crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths all thoughts of sorrow. He knew they would morna drop fatness. The little hills rejoice on every side. his loss, weep over his cruel sufferings ; 'but he also The pastures are clothed with flocks; the valleys also knew they would rejoice that one so dear to them had are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, they been counted worthy to die a martyr's death and receive also sing."
a crown of glory. And he could look forward by faith It was on such a day, so pregnant with life, so full of to meeting thein once more when their work on Earth all that makes life desirable, that Paul Crawer was led was also over-in glory everlasting. Ah! yes, forth from the gloomy Castle dungeon to die. All en
“They who love the Saviour never treaties had proved in vain ; and the Bohemian doctor
Know a long, a last farewell." was proved guilty of the heresy of declaring that the cup at the Lord's Supper was free to be partaken of by On the bright autumn morning we have written of, all believers ; of exposing the doctrines of pilgrimages Paul Crawer was, as we have said, led forth to die. and purgatory; and of saying that the worship of saints The earth all around did look very beautiful ; but he and the Virgin was contrary to the law of God, and that was going to one far more so. Soon his feet would treal Jesus Christ was the only Mediator between God and the golden streets within the pearly gates, and he wouli man : likewise it was proved that he had endeavoured be with Jesus himself for ever. A vast multitude bad to disseminate these heretical opinions amongst the assembled-many out of curiosity; but many also, far students of the university and many others. Nay, he more than was suspected, to uphold the beloved plig. himself did not deny the fact, and even openly declared sician by their presence. William Miretown and Davie he had come from the distant country of Bohenia with Dunmore, Andrew Kid, and the Flemish merchant, the view of so doing. For such a heretic there could be pressed forward close to the stake, eagerly catching but one doom- to be burned at the stake as a traitor to every word which fell from the lips of their loved counthe Iloly Mother Church and a heretic. And the sellor and friend. Boldly, as he walked along, and even physician heard the sentence unmoved. Boldly he had as they fastened him to the stake, he preached Christ, confessed Christ before men; calmly he listened to the urging all to look away from saints and images to Jesus sentence of death : it was no new thought to him. only. He besought any who knew the truth not to hide Years before, he had counted the cost of leaving all to it under a bushel, and told of the peace and joy that follow Christ. Death to him was but the beginning of filled his breast even in the prospect of death by fire. endless life-but the seeing him face to face who was His words were with power. The multitude were the beloved of his soul-the One of whom he could say, strongly moved, when the bishop, getting alarmed, oras another child of God's in later days, "He knew more dered a large brass ball to be forced into his mouth to intimately than he did any friend on earth.” . Like hinder him from speaking. Ah! he feared too truly Stephen of old he looked up, and by faith saw Jesus the power of the Word of God. Davie Dunmore prestanding ready to receive his spirit. By special favour, tested loudly against the wanton cruelty of gagging the Davie Dunmore had been allowed an interview with condemned man, but his father told him remonstrance the condemned man, but only on condition that his was in vain. father was present. No words on religious matters were But though the language of the lips was denied him, permitted to be exchanged; but Davie saw all he the whole demeanour and countenance of the physician wished-Christ's power resting on his faithful servant: | spoke. Like Stephen of old, all who looked steadfastly
at hin saw his face as it had been the face of an angel ; to tend us in our own moments of sorrow or sickness. and he, being full of the Holy Ghost, looking up stead- We feel sure she has learned the lessonfastly into heaven, saw the glory of God, and Jesus
“Wiser, truer than all the rest: standing on the right hand of God. At that moment
That to help and to heal a sorrow, did the words said to Liese long before recur to him,
Love and silence are always best.” “ There can be nothing too hard to bear if Jesus is
As the couple pass along, respectful salutations meet with us; can there?” It may be they did, and if so,
them on all sides, and old men uncover their heads as his answer would have been,-“Nothing. We are
they pass, and pray God to help and confort the martyr's more than conquerors over all things (even death by friends. For ere then the sad tidings had reached his fire) through the Lord Jesus.”
native city that Paul Crawer had won the martyr's Then came the crowning act; and in the flaming
crown. And Liese, what of her ? Did she droop under furnace, the soul of the first martyr in St. Andrews the fearful blow ? No; had she had none to care for she passed to glory. The baptism of fire was over, and, might, for a fearful storm of grief broke over her soul ; "absent from the body, he was present with the Lord.”
but she looked at her father and she lived-took up Faithful unto death, his would be the crown of glory. her cross and bore it faithfully. She was not called to With sickening hearts many of the crowd turned
endure the martyr's doom at the stake, but the daily away. He who had ministered to so many, watched by living martyrdom of fighting down a great sorrow and their sick-beds, and comforted the last hours of many living for others. With great truth has a pleasant of their loved ones, was no more: no wonder sorrow
poetess said, siled their hearts. As they dispersed a stir was
“Blessed are those who die for God, beard, “Wake way! make way! give him air !" and on
And earn the martyr's crown of light; boking round, some recognized the apparently lifeless
Yet he who lires for God may be imm of Davie Dunmore. Ile had forced himself to
A greater conqueror in his sight. keep up as long as his presence could comfort his friend,
Sorrow did indeed fill the hearts of many when it bePut the dreadful strain bad proved too much for his came known that the medical missionary, sent forth by fteble frame, and Davie Dunmore had fainted. They the band of believers in the city of Prague, had passed lure him through the crowd to the house of the Flemish
through the fiery furnace to his home; yet there was mr.erchant, and it soon became plain it was no ordinary joy also that the seed he had sown was already springing faint. He might rally a few days; but ere long Davie
and bearing fruit. woull meet his friend where death cannot enter, and Our scene changes, and once more we revisit Dunpartings are unknown.
more Castle. The young laird has reached his Father's house above, and seen him face to face, whom, having
not seen, he had learned to love. The Lady Louise is CHAPTER XVII.
there, bright as ever, but the blitheness is tempered TJIE MARTYR'S FRIENDS.
now. Sorrow hath toned down and sanctified, yet not
removed, the gay temperament. Davie's Saviour is her “A heavenly thing for them,
Saviour, and, despite an occasional remonstrance from
the laird, she is trying to teach her little ones the truths At the King's right hand above.
contained in the Evangel, And Sir Thomas Godwin is Yet their hearts had wearied sore To see him face to facet;
there also : he says little on religious subjects; but since It is sometimes hard to rejoice that he
the hour he witnessed the martyr's death, it has been Attained to the holier place.”
observed that no crucifix stands in the chaplain's room. Two years have passed since the fearful scene we wrote And the last words that Davie Dunmore heard were of in the last chapter took place. And, in concluding, we these precious ones,—“I am the resurrection and the will take a farewell glance at sone of the homes of the life : he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet persons we have written of. Far away, in the beloved shall he live,” whispered to him by his kind preceptor. land of the medical missionary, in the city of Prague, by One other peep at Miretown Castle. In the keepingthe side of the rushing Moldau, walks an old man and a room sits Mistress Maude, fair as ever : little Marie is cripple girl. Very gray are the old man's locks, his playing at her feet, and a baby boy, her little Davie, in head is bent and his step feeble; but his eye is full of
her arms. Her husband is there also, strong, manly, peace, and he glances upward with the look of one who and decided as of yore. And seated, work in hand, is a knows and rejoices in the knowledge that, ere long, he young girl who looks admiringly at Maude. She is will reach his home above. And the gentle girl at his Lysken Van Weld, who is paying them a visit at Mireside bears the same calm, composed look, as of one who, town Castle. Peace and contentment reign in that young as she is, has passed through some great sorrow, household, for the love of Jesus fills each heart. hat come out purified as fine gold. We figure her as Just as we glance in, William Miretown has lifted she really was, as one who would be as a ministering the precious manuscript volume, and in the quaint angel to the poor and suffering—one whom we would like | English of those days is reading aloud the words : “Then
he called his twelve disciples together, and gave them know not, but we do know Gou's own words never reauthority over all devils, and to cure diseases. And he turn to him void. And many more than we know of sent them to preach the kingdom of God, and to heal may have received good from the words of faith ard love the sick.” Ilere he paused, then spoke of him whom whispered in their ears on sick-beds by one who, whilst they had all loved so much, who had so faithfully fol- endeavouring to ease the body, never failed to remember lowed his Master's bidding in joining the healing of the and seek the welfare of the never-dying soul. Trus body with the preaching of the gospel, and who had been has it been well said, that “medical missions are the m: faithful unto death.
ancient and noblest of all, having for their founder tie
Lord Jesus himself, and numbering amongst their And now, dear readers, farewell. This is no wholly earliest members no less a person than Luke the evas. imaginary tale. Paul Crawer really lived and suffered gelist and beloved physician.” And should the readir; as we have written of, and was the first medical mis- of this tale have the effect of increasing the interest of sionary in Scotland, and the first of St. Andrew's noble any, old or young, in medical missions, the design of the list of martyrs. How far the seed he sowed spread we writer in choosing the subject will be fulfilled.
THE CHILD MARTYR.
T was at Antioch, the city where the dis- after the fashion of the Romans, instantly seized the
ciples were first called Christians, that a boy.
to endure the most cruel tortures, in order asked the judge as the blood streamed from the tender to try his faith, and force him to deny the Lord who flesh of the boy. bought him with his precions blood. The martyr,
“ It enables him to endure what his Master endursd amidst his agonies, declared his belief that there is but for him, and for us all,” was the reply. one God, and one Mediator between God and men, the
And again they smote the child to torture the mother. man Christ Jesus." His body was almost torn to “ What can the love of Christ do for him now?" they pieces, the Emperor Galerius himself looking on. At asked again. And tears fell even from heathen eyes as length, weary of answering their taunts that he should that Roman mother answered, " It teaches him to foracknowledge the many gods of the heathen, he told his give his persecutors." tormentors to refer the question to a little child, whose The boy watched his mother's eye, and he thought of simple understanding could decide whether it were the sufferings of bis Lord and Saviour; and when his better to worship one God, the Maker of heaven and tormentors inquired whether he would not nou acknorearth, and one Saviour who was able to bring us to ledge the gods they served, and deny Christ, he still arGod, or to worship the gods many or the lords many swered, “No! there is no other God but one. Jex:25 whom the Romans served.
Christ is the Redeemer of the world. He loved me, ai Now it was so that a Roman mother had come to the I love him for his love." scene of the martyr's sufferings, holding by the hand a The poor child now fainted between the repeated little boy of nine years old.
strokes, and they cast the mangled body into the The question was asked the child, and, to the sur- mother's arms, crying, “See what the love of Four prise of those who heard it, he replied, “God is one, Christ can do for him now." and Jesus Christ is one with the Father.”
As the mother pressed him gently to her own crashel The prosecutor heard, but far from being softened or heart, she answered, “That love will take him from t.ie convinced, was filled with fresh rage.
wrath of man to the peace of heaven.” “ It is a snare,” he cried. "O base and wicked “Mother," cried the dying boy, "give me a drep ! Christian ! thou hast instructed that child to answer water from our cool well upon my tongue." thus." Then turning to the boy he said, more mildly, The little martyr was silent, and then the mother “ Tell me, child, who taught you thus to speak ?” said, “Already hast thou tasted of the well that springeth
The boy looked lovingly in his mother's face and up to everlasting life ; arise now, for thy Saviour callet, replied, “It was God's grace that taught it to my dear for thee. Young happy martyr ! for his sake, mag te mother; and she taught me that Jesus Christ loved grant thy mother grace to follow thy bright path." little children, and I learned to love him for his love to us." The boy faintly raised his eyes, looked to where the
“Let us see now what the love of Christ can do for elder martyr was, and said again, “ There is but que you,” cried the cruel judge; and, at a sign from him, God, and Jesus Christ whom he has sent;" and so saya the lictors or officers, who stood ready with their rods, | ing, he died.
BY THE REV. ANDREW THOMSON, D.D., F.R.S.E., EDINBURGH.
E were now passing into the Elijah , Samaria is mentioned, under the name of its
country. So much was the thought | founder, as Beth Khumri, or the House of Omri, present to our mind, that on this and -a reference far from unnatural on those As
some following days we often ima- syrian monuments, when it is remembered that gined that we saw the tall, majestic form of the it was the Assyrian Shalmaneser who finally sucprophet of fire coming suddenly forth from some ceeded in taking Samaria, and in carrying away wady, or valley, and confronting us like an em- its people into captivity. bodied conscience. Scarcely a ruin we were to The natural strength and exceeding beauty of visit was without some stirring memory of him- the place do credit to the wisdom of Omri in self, or of his only less great successor Elisha. selecting such a spot for the permanent capital of
On leaving Sychar our way led through a region the northern kingdom. It could only be apabounding in water, which produced its usual proached by narrow passes in which numbers effects of foliage and fertility, of corn-fields and were of less account than courage ; and a city orchards. At one point we came upon a mill. placed on the summit of a steep mountain and course pouring its sparkling stream upon an strongly walled would be almost impregnable by ancient wheel ; at another place we passed by the ancient methods of assault. It is impossible shepherds gathered round a way-side fountain to not to be attracted by the singular beauty of its give drink to their panting flocks. In less than position. The many-coloured foliage of the intbree hours we were toiling up the beautiful tervening valley ; the varied contour of the eneminence which had long ago been crowned by circling mountains, gemmed in many a place by the city of Samaria, the chosen capital of the little white villages, or by a solitary prophet's kingdom of the ten tribes.
tomb; the occasional openings in the mountainThe mountain rises somewhat steeply, about circle, giving you glimpses of the valley of Sharon, four hundred feet from its base. It is surrounded or even of the blue Mediterranean spreading out by a broad and fertile valley, which is circled by its placid bosom glorious with sunlight,-form a a "ring of mountains” that rise considerably picture rarely equalled in Palestine. And if we higher than the central hill. The account of the imagine a spectator to have stood on one of the origin of the old metropolis is given in the Old neighbouring mountains, or to have looked up Testament Scriptures with characteristic distinct- on Samaria from the valley beneath, the picture ness and brevity: “In the thirty-first year of Asa would so far have been changed, but the beauty king of Judah, began Omri to reign over Israel ; undiminished. The prophet Isaiah, with his fine and he bought the hill of Shemer, and built poet's eye for nature, reflects the popular impresa city on the hill, which he called Samaria, after sion of his own times when he speaks of Samaria the name of Shemer, the owner of the hill.” It as “the crown of pride, and the glorious beauty is a notable fact that on one of the stones which which is on the head of the fat valley." Mr. Layard dug out of the ruins of Nineveh, This city appears to have reached the culminat