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“The Way to Calvary is Free.”

ADJOINING the Roman Catholic Chapel of St. Paul, Antwerp, is a garden called "The Calvary," where among statues supposed to represent the Apostles and Saints, a grotto has been built, in which a tomb containing a figure of the dead Saviour may be seen. Above this tomb are other statues, and on the highest point of the grotto work is a large cross, with the Saviour nailed thereto. Yet a beautiful truth is declared, even among so much superstition and folly, for on the walls at the entrance are these words in French and English: “THE ENTRY OF THE CALVARY IS FREE,” etc.


The way to Calvary is free

For old and young, for rich and poor,
And "whosoever will may come."

Jesus hath opened mercy's door.

Oh glorious truth for you and me,

The way to Calvary is free.


The sword of justice has been steeped
In Christ's most precious, cleansing blood;

The Father's "well-beloved Son"

Has made our peace on high with God.

Oh glorious truth for you and me,
The way to Calvary is free.

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Setting out for Heaven.



HEN Mary reached home she found her brother had set out to visit his patients. She was glad of this, as it allowed her time to make some few preparations for the evening. She had a large family to provide for; in one room a number of sick children, in another several grown-up people; and how came this hospital to have been started? I will tell you.

Mary had always been accustomed to visit and care for the sick poor whom her brother treated. A poor sempstress who had neither father, nor mother, nor brother, nor sister, fell ill. No friend was near at hand who could care for or tend her in her need; she was quite alone. Dr. Werner sought in vain for a nurse to look after her; Mary was consequently often with her, but could not remain always, so the brother and sister determined on the bold step of taking her into their own home. Why was it God had given them so convenient a house if it was not to consecrate it to His service? When once the first patient was thoroughly established, Mary declared that a nurse could just as well look after two patients as one. There were plenty of poor whom the doctor could not attend so well in their own homes, so one after another they were carried to his house for where could they possibly be better off thin with him?

Thus it was that the two rooms which the doctor set apart for the sick poor were speedily filled, and when God saw how earnestly both brother and sister strove to obey His command, "Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself," He, too, remembered His promise, "I will never leave thee nor forsake thee." They had neither of them any fortune, but were entirely dependent on the brother's earnings; and though from these they received a fair income, yet this was

not sufficient for the support of from ten to twelve invalids. But God did not leave them in want. We have already seen the innumerable gifts which were showered into Mary's larder, and one might tell many and many another story about this little hospital, for each chair, each piece of bedding, each plate almost had its own history. But I must not wait to tell all to-day, for night is drawing on, and now instead of speaking further of the brother and sister, we will spend this Christmas evening with them. Had Mary been questioned as to whether she had ever known want, she would have joyfully replied, "Never !"

The doctor returned at length, and it was high time, for the little invalids must be put to bed early, and all were anxiously waiting for the anticipated treat. Mary had made everything quite ready, so her brother had but to light the candles and then the children were brought in. Four delicate, pale little creatures came tottering into the room; two others were carried in their beds, and placed near the Christmas tree. Oh! how those pale faces flushed, and how their downcast eyes brightened when Mary commenced singing in a clear, full voice,

"Good Shepherd, 'mid Thy sheep,
These lambs in safety keep;
Thy light yoke may they take,
And suffer for Thy sake."

How touching it was to hear those little feeble voices, hardly more than a whisper at times, striving to join in this prayer to their loving Shepherd Jesus, and to watch their little faces as they each received the gift provided for them! One little girl hugged her doll as tightly as if she never meant to let it go; another little boy, whose serious air had gained him the nickname of " Uncle," was gravely trying on a warm cap; while another little one in her bed was making the whole Noah's ark march over her counterpane. They shouted and played, and shouted again; while, as for Mary and John, they passed from one to another of the little troop rejoicing

in their joy. Then they left the children and went to pay a visit to their other invalids.

These were all confined to their beds, but they raised themselves up as far as possible that they might enjoy a sight of the beautiful Christmas tree which stood in the middle of the room. Its little lamps shed light all around, and fell on John and Mary as they moved from one bed to another, bearing some present and speaking some words of love to each. Tears sparkled in the eyes of the poor patients, and words of warm gratitude fell from their pale lips at the sight of these gifts, each adapted to their own individual needs. John read to them the second chapter of St. Luke's Gospel, and then kneeling down besought God that He would make each one to know the exceeding greatness of His love toward them, in that He had sent His only begotten Son to die for their sins. When the heart is softened by human love a good word will often produce great effect, and they therefore all joined with deep feeling in singing,

"Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace,

Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!

Light and life to all He brings,
Risen with healing in His wings.
Lo! He lays His glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,

Born to give them second birth."

But it was growing late, and Mary therefore withdrew her brother into their own room, where she had prepared a surprise for him; while he, on his part, had secretly had a carefully-arranged little table conveyed thither as a surprise for her. But what a surprise was in store for both of them together! There stood a fir-tree resplendent with light, and with tiny figures flying amid the branches; it was the exact counterpart of the tree that had so dazzled the chil dren's eyes four and twenty years ago. This tree, however, Mary recognised; but close beside it, and almost eclipsing

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