Part 13 (1/2)
”Our cottage,” says Mr Livesey in his autobiography, ”though small, was like a palace; for none could excel arden, and made it a pleasant place to walk in On the loo often till ten, and soht; and she not only did all the house work, but wound the bobbins for three weavers--randfather; and yet, with all this apparently hard lot, these were happy days”
But it was not all sunshi+ne at first He fell ill, and the doctor ordered hi; and where thefood Livesey knew not
He had been ordered to take sohtpence a pound; and as he ht: cheese wholesale cost but fivepence per pound; would it not be possible to buy a piece wholesale and sell it to his friends, so that he tooit at this low price?
No sooner thought of than done But, when he had finished weighing out the cheese to his friends, he found he had hteenpence, and that it was
So he changed his trade: weaving gave place to cheeseefforts, he placed himself beyond the reach of poverty
Now ca a bargain he drank a glass of whisky It was, he said, the best he ever drank, because it was the last For the sensation it produced ain taste a drop of intoxicating liquor
Finding hiet others to join him His first convert to _total abstinence_ was a ether; and on 1st Septe held at Preston, seven ned the pledge, of which the following is a facsiree to _abstain_ fro Quality_, whether ale porter Wine, or Ardent Spirits, except as Medicine
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It was a terrible struggle for these hed at, they were abused, they were persecuted; but the ht; and soon hundreds and thousands had joined their ranks, and the dom
”There is more food in a pennyworth of bread,” said Livesey, ”than in a gallon of ale”; and he proved it He lectured far and wide; and, though he met with much opposition, facts in the end prevailed
He was not only a teood of others in various directions He visited the sick, and helped them When the railways ca people, and was never happier than when he was helping the poor and unfortunate
Joseph Livesey is a striking example of the benefits to health derived froe of ninety
A GREAT MISSIONARY EXPLORER
THE STORY OF DAVID LIVINGSTONE
It is past ten o'clock at night A little boy fond of going about the country in search of plants has returned ho to awaken his parents, he settles down contentedly on the step to spend the night there Then a woman's hand quietly unbolts the door and receives the little wanderer back
The boy is David Livingstone Now-a-days we know hireatest missionary explorers of our ti ht people--such were the parents of David; and he respected and loved them with a true and constant affection
The boy was fond of learning--so fond indeed that when he was at the factory he would keep his book open before hi at a tis at a time was even better
At home he was ever ready to lend a hand at house work to save his mother ”If you bar the door, mother,” he would say, ”I'll wash the floor;” and wash the floor he did, times without nulad he had thus toiled; and that, if it were possible to begin life again, he would like to go through just the saot on quickly at lessons, and became, like his father, a total abstainer for life He was fond of serious books; and, reading the lives of Christian an to wish to be one hiohere he had been working as a factory hand) to London, to prepare for going abroad as aHe gave out his text, and then was obliged to confess that his serone out of histhen just over twenty-seven years old, went out to South Africa as a missionary He made his way up country to the furthest district in which the London Missionary Society then had a station There he taught the Hottentots, and his heart was ere long rejoiced by the change which took place in the home he had studied medicine, and passed his exa he found most useful His patients, the poor African blacks, would walk a hundred reat crowd of sick folk anxious to be healed
He studied the language of the tribes a; and soon the people were able to sing in their own tongue, ”There is a fountain filled with blood,” ”Jesus shall reign where'er the sun,” and other beautiful hyht the hearts of those in our own land