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But yet that woman’s face is patient, quiet, firm. Nay, you may even see in her suffering eye something like peace. And whence comes it? I will tell you.

There is a Bible in that room, as well as in the rich man’s apartment. Not splendidly bound, to be sure, but faithfully read–a plain, homely, much-worn book.

Hearken now while she says to her children, “Listen to me, dear children, and I will read you something out of this book. ‘Let not your heart be troubled; in my Father’s house are many mansions.’ So you see, my children, we shall not always live in this little, cold, dark room. Jesus Christ has promised to take us to a better home.”

“Shall we be warm there all day?” says the little boy, earnestly; “and shall we have enough to eat?”

“Yes, dear child,” says the mother; “listen to what the Bible says: ‘They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more; for the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them; and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.'”

“I am glad of that,” said little Mary, “for, mother, I never can bear to see you cry.”

“But, mother,” says little Henry, “won’t God send us something to eat to-morrow?”

“See,” says the mother, “what the Bible says: ‘Seek ye not what ye shall eat, nor what ye shall drink, neither be of anxious mind. For your Father knoweth that ye have need of these things.'”

“But, mother,” says little Mary, “if God is our Father, and loves us, what does he let us be so poor for?”

“Nay,” says the mother, “our dear Lord Jesus Christ was as poor as we are, and God certainly loved him.”

“Was he, mother?”

“Yes, children; you remember how he said, ‘The Son of man hath not where to lay his head.’ And it tells us more than once that Jesus was hungry when there was none to give him food.”

“O mother, what should we do without the Bible?” says Mary.

Now, if the rich man, who had not yet made up his mind what to think of the Bible, should visit this poor woman, and ask her on what she grounded her belief of its truth, what could she answer? Could she give the arguments from miracles and prophecy? Could she account for all the changes which might have taken place in it through translators and copyists, and prove that we have a genuine and uncorrupted version? Not she! But how, then, does she know that it is true? How, say you? How does she know that she has warm life blood in her heart? How does she know that there is such a thing as air and sunshine? She does not believe these things–she knows them; and in like manner, with a deep heart consciousness, she is certain that the words of her Bible are truth and life. Is it by reasoning that the frightened child, bewildered in the dark, knows its mother’s voice? No! Nor is it only by reasoning that the forlorn and distressed human heart knows the voice of its Savior, and is still.