The gate beautiful . k you have been [100] ?BuilDing again ti&e f ome Jtot wronged, or how unjustly you think you havebeen treated. Love each other as Christ lovesyou. Repay unkindness with kindness. If youthink you have been unfairly treated, or un-kindly, be especially kind in return. That isthe way to pay back an evil thing done toyou. God bless you. I believe that a year fromnow you will tell me you have had the hap-piest year you ever have had; that the nestwhich the storm tore down has been builtagain, and is more beautiful than ever it wasbefore. Faithfully your friend. [101] *v iBe^olD
The gate beautiful . k you have been [100] ?BuilDing again ti&e f ome Jtot wronged, or how unjustly you think you havebeen treated. Love each other as Christ lovesyou. Repay unkindness with kindness. If youthink you have been unfairly treated, or un-kindly, be especially kind in return. That isthe way to pay back an evil thing done toyou. God bless you. I believe that a year fromnow you will tell me you have had the hap-piest year you ever have had; that the nestwhich the storm tore down has been builtagain, and is more beautiful than ever it wasbefore. Faithfully your friend. [101] *v iBe^olD, %ty jftoti&er [ios] liWhen school is out/ she said, once more Ill restMy tired head upon my mothers breast,And feel her tender cheek against it pressed,And there, at last, I shall find perfect We sigh for the touch of a vanished hand,And we think ourselves sincere;But what of the friends that about us stand,And the touch of the hand thats here? [ 104] CHAPTER EIGHTH <( TBe^olD, C^t Jttoti&et. NE of the words from thecross was Behold, thymother! The word wasspoken to John, the beloveddisciple. Mary was standingnear the cross. The swordwas slowly piercing through her soul, as Sim-eon had foretold that day when the motherwas giving her child to God in the of the anguish of her heart. Yet shewas silent—the deepest grief is always mostquiet. She could do nothing to soothe or stood by his cross, watching. Oh, friend-ship, constant, faithful, undying!But what of the love of the dying Son forhis mother? His own anguish was unspeak-able those hours. Did he think of her then?,Or was his pain so absorbing that he forgother? She was standing near his cross—did henotice her? Here is the answer: When Jesus* [105] C^e (Kate beautiful therefore saw his mother, and the disciplestanding by whom he loved, he saith unto hismother, Woman, behold, thy son ! Then saithhe to the disciple, Behold, thy mother! Jesus had always cared for his mother. Shewas the first
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