Part 99 (1/2)
”'The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: He guideth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me: Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: {290} Thou hast anointed my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: And I will dwell in the House of the Lord for ever.'”
”Mamma,” said Harold, ”sheep don't eat at tables, or have cups.”
”No,” said mamma, smiling, ”that shows us that, after all, this psalm is about a man, and not about a sheep. It means that when troubles and dangers are all about us G.o.d still gives all that we need. Sometime that will mean a great deal more to you than it does now.”
”I don't understand,” said Margaret, ”about anointing the head with oil, and dwelling in the house of the Lord.”
”In the Bible land,” said mamma, ”when a man wished to honor a guest whom he had invited to a feast, he poured out a little sweet-smelling oil upon his head. The psalm means that G.o.d makes his people, even when they are in the midst of danger, feel as happy as though they were honored guests at a feast. To dwell in the house of the Lord forever means that we are to feel always perfectly secure, as though we were living in G.o.d's own house, where nothing could ever harm us.”
Harold thought a moment, and then he said, ”I think that I know what all the stories about sheep in the Bible mean. They mean that people are like sheep, and they can't take care of themselves, but that G.o.d loves them very much, and that he will always take care of them.”
”Yes, that is just it,” said mamma, ”and now! as it is {291} growing dark, let us sing that song which is the twenty-third psalm put into different words.”
”The Lord is my shepherd; no want shall I know; I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I rest; He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, Restores me when wandering, redeems when oppressed.
”Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since Thou art my guardian, no evil I fear; Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay; No harm can befall, with my Comforter near.
”In the midst of affliction my table is spread; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er; With perfume and oil Thou anointest my head; O what shall I ask of Thy providence more?
”Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful G.o.d, Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above; I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod Through the land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom of love.”
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LITTLE BROTHERS OF THE AIR AND FIELDS
Margaret and Harold had learned to be kind to animals. They belonged to a ”Band of Mercy,” a company of boys and girls who were pledged never to be unkind to any dumb creature, and to rescue any poor beast who might be in distress or suffering cruel treatment. They had many chances to help poor dogs and cats which were being persecuted by cruel boys. One day they came home from school and told about a poor little kitten which they had protected when it was almost dead from fright. ”That was very kind,” said mamma, ”and to-night I will read you some stories and poems about kindness to animals which I have been saving. Margaret and Harold played with their dog Sport and their big cat Spot until supper time. After supper they were ready for the stories and poems.
”Once upon a time,” said mamma, ”there lived a very good man who came to be known as St. Francis of a.s.sisi. He was very kind to all birds and animals. He called the birds 'little brothers of the air' and the animals 'little brothers of the field and woods.' These stories are told about him:--
”'Once, full of joy, he was going on his way when, perceiving some flocks of birds, he turned aside a little from the road to go to them.
Far from taking flight, they flocked around him as if to bid him welcome.
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”Brother birds,” he said to them, ”you ought to praise and love your Creator very much. He has given you feathers for clothing, wings for flying, and all that is needful for you. He has made you the n.o.blest of his creatures; he permits you to live in the pure air; you have neither to sow nor to reap, and yet he takes care of you, watches over you and guides you.” Then the birds began to arch their necks, to spread out their wings, to open their beaks, to look at him, as if to thank him, while he went up and down in their midst stroking them with the border of his tunic, sending them away at last with his blessing.'