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AM BIGHTS RESERVED. J 1 HOME, SWEET HOMEj By NOR RYEMAN. Author of A Prison \Yarùer'3 Reminiscences," etc., etc. Hame, hame, bame, bame fain wad I be H?me. ha']M. tmne, in my ?n countree." It was springtime when I, Jack Medticott, Mid good-bye to the Golden Canister, and set out on my first voyage in Cousin Lennie s ship, the Lively Sally. which was bound for Hindostan with merchandise. It behoved me to act the man, as I was going to play the part of one on the world's stage as a sailor man, or. rather, sailor lad bob 'twas mighty hard to do so, especially when dear, loving sister Sal took the place of my dead mother, and gave motherly counsel. with a break in her tender voice and with ears in her pretty blue eyes, and Dulcie, the pec of the house, clung to me and cried— Our Jack tant do, he tant." "Pooh, pooh, s&id Dad. in a hoarse vcice, taug ue lads, toddlekins. tl:ey have to go out into the world, and pick up their living as birds do crumbs they can't be tied to women's apron strings all their life—nay, they won't be if they are worth anything.! So you must give our Jack two kisses, one for good luck and one to thmk of, and let him go." Du!cie lifted up her tear- stained face. whisper&d, "Bing me a big, big cocoanut back. if the savages don't eatr to. Jack," and let me go. I carried a heavy heart to the dock.! as well as my clean shirts, but father chered Ii noe on the way, and I was all a tiptoe to see the world when the .sailor men let go the Mtchor, and sang out Yo, heave ho t.'t& not going to spm a. long yarn about my arst voyage, not 1. You can imagine how I had to learn to climb masts in a cat-like way, to keep my feet when the deck was like; t swinging- boat at a fair, to eat suit junk when 1 should have liked boiled mutton, to in a hammock without tumbling ou; to take sea baths when I didn'b want 'em, Md tet me say this in conhdence, to do wtthout. Sal's cossetting when I felt sick aud my head ached. Yes, you can picture all this to yourself. but you can't put yourself into my skm. and describe buw I felt when I found myself stranded, a shipwrecked waif on the coast af Madagascar, where we'd been cast on the return v<'yage.. N ever did the sun warm a sorrier group of castaways than did the sun I which warmed Cousin Lennie, the <n6tte, :md myself, as we took our rest under I t palm and slept. the sleep of wretchedness lnd of exhaustion. When we opened our eyes we found ourselves surrounded by a rour of brown-skinned natives, under tha ¡ leadership of a chieftain named Deean Mevarrow, who led us away captive to their village or settlement. I cannot say that our captors treated us onkindly. rather, on the contrary, did they 1 treat us kindly. They gave us food and <tr)nk, gave us less bio.vx than might have been expected when we did amiss, and even refrained from ill-treating us when we. being !Jhrisbans, refused to pay homage to the idol diey set up. Still. -,viLh a!i this. ws astaw;¡ys were homesick. I hungered for Lunnontown. Sam. the mate, hungered for :he downs of Sussex, and Leonard Medh- :o[t, wlio had no settled home, hungered to .h;1\"e onc with my pretty sister Sal. The only!emedy tor home sickness is to {O homo. So we accordingly put on our thinking caps. and planned how and when to escape. If we cau only make our way though the dense forests, escape the pirates' forts, and keep well we shall reach salt water, and then hurrah for old England," cried Lennie. "\Ve must bf free or die, captain. s<ud Sam let's wait tiU these n'ggers have a junketin', and t!ten. Itey, presto, wll go." Agreed. re- plied the captain. and so to cut a long tale short we did. \Ve waited tdl the natives hoppad itbout like a company of monkeys. iustead of rational human beings, and then we took oG'. It was high time, to tcH tjrutii, that wj did. for the Deean, or head UMU oi the settlement (whose bondsmen we ?9':<?.h&<) t?en it.. into hi:} bead that we I ShouM all t?ke unto us native wives, and this Wp ¡JA1 noih' cf us ;t nur.d to uo. Cousin Lennie 'vas loyal to Sal. Sam had a wife and *htcSab!<hi<ts somewhere in Sussex, anr) I h<td no mind to share my paJm-thatched hut with copper-skinned a;!rl v/ho'd uevfr learnt her catechism aud didn't know what Christmas meant, Ie!, alone ? Christmas pud- din?. Well. as I was saying, we made o:g' and had <? many escapes as a huntnd fox. We made our w?y through tanked \vo ods, I w whici) our sol e companions were cut- li?ndtsh creatures: we feit sick. and had to be our o'.vn physicians we grew disconso- iate, !md had to consc!e each other but at !ast after much .?uHcnng we gained the sea. coast, nù on vessel which brought us s.tfeJy to Eng!and, home, Mid friends. Horn! hol'1w. WBe honle, T!)''rf' no p!aco )!l:e Tt wa?; Christmas time, there was a nice I frost, nù a chill w'nd nipped our facea. as Cousin Lennie and me made our way to the well known home by the river side. which we ha.d too often seen in visions of the I night when in durancs. All seemed to be a<< we had left i': at the of the Golden Canister. The board showed us that Mark Mcditcott (that was dad) still sold gunpowder and other teas, and Mocha co<Tee. at various prices the canister had been refill, the steps were white, all was the same &s of old outside the house, but inside alt was otherwise. The room was like a £;reen bower, it was true, and a ldrgc plum pudding was on a dtah, but Sal wore n. black frock, father wore a thoughtful look, and Dulcies httic chair was empty. Where's Toudtckins? I asked, directly I had exchanged reetings and told my tale. Dulcie sleeps. mid Dad, slowly. Dulcie sleeps—— He c&me to a halt. and I added-— Upstairs in her cot < \Ve!t. D! go and the btt)R with a kiss." Hush. thee. td hush thee," sa:d Dad, that which I would fain have said is t.hi3 Dulcie sleeps next thy mother in Bethnal Green Cemetery. Croat has been the storm which has weathered since the s&iled from England, many have been the trivia whic!) have come to the Golden Canisi-er f!ut they are overpast. Thank Cod. trade is fair. I've a good stock of gun- powjer. and Bohea. which I've laid in at reasonab!e price' and am selling at a fair profit. I can stiil keep going, as you see. Sat!y 18 getting her lost roses back. and I trllt that. al) wel! w:th our folded Iamb <md yet. Jack boy. if it had not. been for a changer's kindness I might- have been iu the Fleet this very day. Sally, my dear, tell LennM and Jack the story." Thf Sister Sal accordingly did (in as near M poss'b!c) the following words ;—" We felt lonesome here at The Canister when ?BTT' gone and to add to our misery, evil timc'! began. Trade grew stack. Dad grew uneasy, *nd at last he ws arrested for debt t)t0 instance of Chulve.the mercer, of whom he had borrowed money, and was t;aken off to the F!eet Prison. Uld Betty sobbed, and !et the fire out, and I re- membered the inscription on mother's tombstone. She hath done what she could,' tad tried to do what I could. I put en my Sunday frcck and mob a.nd served the customers, and between whiles looked after Dulcie. who'd been taken Ht with low fever. She lay on her little whttc bed, with a face which was sometimes M 1?1 at a snowdrop, and sometimes as red M a poppy and when I asked her if she'd Ilke anything, she said. Yes. da.ddy,' and «you know, I couidn t bring him. Betty said, We'H bring him soon, my poppet,' but Dulcie wanted soon. and by and Qy, to be there, and fell asleep with his Mtae on her lips. (.)b. sac! was the day she dtcd M the Golden Canister. Betty threw her apron over her head and cried bitterly, and Y wondered tell dad that he'd lost htadarhng. and wept. too and as we cobbed someone pushed open the street door -WhlQ¡\ was aJM—and cams into the deso- t&te, wefprng room. TIus someone waa a man of medium MM. who was clad m hlack, and wore white bMds, hko x parson, round his neck He had & mild and thoughtful face. and his voice WAS kind!y as ho 3aid. I fear that the dollars m tins house are m sore amiction I do not come to intrude, {op t.here are griefs in which a stranger intermeddleth not. I am John Wesley the Preacher, and I come to see if I can minister unto you in your Mrrow, for I heard your lamentations aa I ,a.saed' by m the street.' Then Old Betty flung her apron from I across her face, wiped her eyes with it, and spuke. Sir,' said she, I'm Bet Lawson, and I've heard of your preaching many I times, and oft but I make bold to say that never a miner in the Cornish tin mines, nor an ironworker down in Staffordshire, ever wanted you more than this poor sheep here —poor lorn Mistress Sat. Her brother, and her future husband, who are sailor men, and away on the high seas. the Lord and the sea birds alone know where her father (my mister) is in the Fleet for debt, and her only sister, tiny Duicie. is lying dead up- stairs. Let me look on the little cne,' sa.id Wesley, sofdy, and we took him into the quiet chamber, wherein the child who once pouted and laughed, and cried in a breath, as it were, lay like a sculptured marble 6gure on an abbey tomb. Re bent over her and placed his hand, as if in blessing, on her flaxen head then he knelt down and prayed, and when we were once more in the keeping room, he said, My child, all is well with the little one upstairs, for she is ta.ken from the evil, and will one day hear the glad Talitha cumi (my Httle Iamb arise). Now, I must think of those whom she has left behind in this naughty world. They must not be left like shfpherdless sheep in a wilderness. State the fact. of your father's case,pli:;tress Medlicot.6..Hid writs me out a lis& of his creditors. Th:3 I did, and he left the Golden Canister with my statement in his hand. A.nd now listen, both of you. As the day- light waned on the succeeding day, the dad came home a free man. for Mr Wesley had canvassed his creditors, made an arrange- ment with them. and procured his release. Vemy, <t xood dead is like a golden star, it shines brightly when all around is dark. Welcome home. dear wanderers. Our Christmas circle wil! be unbroken now. I behove that mother ;¡,nd Dulcie will be with us, although we ahaU not see them. because cur eyes ?:'e sealed. We all sat silent for a iit:: b pace, and as we sat thus the W.ui.s came 1:(1 the door. and made glad, sweet mus'c. and when they sung— G,i te.-it you merry Lt ye riisma' F<i- Jesus Chri"t.. 0:]r S\1jour, bcrn on DAy. Lennie s..id, This will bs the happiest Chnstm&s I lipve ever spent-for Our Lord Chr:st !ms delivered me from the house of bondage, and hath brought Ris lost sheep home." fTEf ESD.)

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