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children remaining at home. When they had got fairly out of the precincts of their own ground, they formed themselves into a body, surrounded by at least fifteen hundred Greenlanders, who, by their menacing words and actions, gave them to understand what their intentions were.
The pastor walked up to them with a firm, solemn step, and fearless manner. Raising his voice, he said, calmly, “ Rina? or what do you want with us? Have we offended you in any way?”
The only answer he received was a tumultuous cry
“Navia ! Mamor! Rabba! where are they? Give us back our children. The children which you have dragged away. Death to you, robbers !"
“The robbers are gone, my friends. They have robbed us too. But we are your friends and brethren, and promise to restore you your children as soon as ever a vessel reaches us.”
But the clamour continued, and to such a deafening extent that the pastor's words were drowned, and he was obliged to force his way back to his own people.
“Did you ever see such lowing sea-calves ?” Aaron whispered to his master. “Do you see that little Augehotis head, ornamented with legs of foxes and ravens' claws ? how he would like to put a stop to your profession for ever. If one among them shoots an arrow at us, the whole flock will imitate, and then it is all over
We must try and fight them. If we can manage to frighten them, we shall succeed ; if not, let us die like men."
The pastor stood irresolute for some seconds. He could not make up his mind what to do; but at last, dreading what the consequences of his indecision might be, he agreed to follow Aaron's plans.
“But,” he said, “I will not soil my office with human blood. The priest must be unrobed before the warrior can appear.'
He put the Bible down, and took off his gown and wig, so that instead of having powdered locks, his own black hair appeared.
Raising his eyes to heaven in an imploring way, he said, “Father, into Thy hands I commend myself, my dear wife and children !"
Then seizing a sword, he rushed in among the enemy.
They fled in the greatest confusion, like straw scattered before the wind !
Egede saw it with astonishment; but Aaron said, “ It is your wig, sir, that has put them to flight; for I am sure when they saw you with black hair instead of white, and in a different dress, they thought it was Satan. They have placed you above all the other great Augehotis, and have fled to escape your vengeance. I think we had better send a few shots after them to make it more complete, and henceforward, perhaps, they will leave us peace.”
The gun went off before Aaron had intended it should do so, and the words were hardly out of his mouth before he lay extended on the ground with a broken jawbone. The stock of the gun burst and left the scoffer powerless. The sound of the gun had not quite died away, when it was re-echoed again and again from the harbour, and out rushed Gertrude and the women and children, crying, “ Help! help! here is help come to us."
Heedless of the Greenlanders, who were still flying, they all ran down to the harbour.
There they saw three vessels lying at anchor, two very large ones, and one dismasted and nearly disabled. This last was the poor · Hope,' whose crew were prisoners on board it.
Being caught in some dreadful gales, and much disabled, the Hope' had been fortunate enough to meet with the vessels sent out to Egede, whose captains believing the story that Kilterik and the others told him, with regard to the fate of Egede and the colonies, turned homewards.
Fortunately, however, they met with a Dutch vessel which had the ten shipwrecked sailors on board, and through them the truth came to light.
When the provisions were landed, and Egede read the account that the king of Denmark would protect the colony; when Navia, Rabba, and Mamor were restored to their families, and the Greenlanders promised future obedience, then did the proclaimer of glad tidings, joined by his wife and all the other colonists, return thanks to God for all His mercies, uniting their voices in a Psalm of thanksgiving, saying, “Oh God, we praise Thee! we thank Thee !”
Aaron remained ill for some days, suffering from his severe wound.
The colony prospered under Egede's unwearied care, in spite of all the hindrances, which were numerous, and which continued all his lifetime. Christianity spread over the greatest part of Greenland; so that although more than a hundred years have elapsed since that time, most of the Greenlanders are Christians, and their trade is very prosperous.
Paul Egede succeeded his father in his holy office, and brought forth equally good fruits on earth, till his Almighty Father called
him, too, to his eternal rest. How will their hearts swell within them when they hear many of the Greenlanders' voices joining in everlasting hallelujahs, and when they hear them exclaim, “ You brought us here—by your precepts you brought us to Jesus—by your example you taught us to seek the sanctification of our souls and bodies !"
Far, far indeed, above all heroes and conquerors of the earth, are those who, however humble or unknown, have laboured hard to save souls ; for God's own Word hath said, “They that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament; and they that turn many to righteousness as the stars for ever and ever!”
SOME murmur when their sky is clear
And wholly bright to view,
In their great heaven of blue ;
If but one streak of light,
The darkness of their night.
In discontent and pride,
And all good things denied ;
How love has, in their aid,
Such rich provision made.
RESPECTING the name of this celebrated record, the following account is given in Stow's Chronicle :-“ The Booke of Bermondsay saith, this booke was laid up in the King's treasury, which was in the church of Winchester or Westminster, in a place called Domus Dei, or God's house, and so ye name of the booke is therefore called Domus Dei, and shortly Domesday.
A VISIT TO THE BIRTHPLACE OF ST. BERNARD.
Many are the noble monuments and historical remembrances which impart an ever-vivid interest to the ancient capital of Burgundy; but while wandering amid princely halls and sculptures, which are the glory of mediæval art, there is one memory of the past which, above all others, presents itself with genial power to the imagination. It was here that St. Bernard passed his earlier years—it was in this neighbourhood that he first drew the breath of life; and although eight hundred years have fled away since his birth, yet still is his name remembered by many as a benefactor of the human race.
It was a bright autumn day in 1852 when we set out to visit Fontaine, the birthplace of St. Bernard. It is a small village about two miles distant from Dijon. Our path lay between vineyards, whose branches had recently been despoiled of their precious burden, and which could no longer boast of any beauty save the tinted glow of declining age. As the open country was intersected with many narrow roads, we inquired of a comelylooking peasant woman which was the right way, whereon she informed us that she too was going to Fontaine, and courteously proposed to be our guide. The worthy dame abounded in smalltalk, and we found her gossip interesting in matter, and varied in its range. She detailed very graphically all the horrors of socialism, as it had stood revealed in the town of Dijon during the eventful year of 1848; and went on to describe the wholesale robbery and extermination of all “ honnêtes gens,” which would have infallibly been effected by its agents during the present year, but for the intervention of the President Louis Napoleon. “Ah, a brave man, is he!" exclaimed our companion with much fervour," he knows how to manage such rascals."
From these secular subjects she glided on with ease to ecclesiastical matters, and gave us an animated sketch of the most popular preachers at Dijon, naming their several merits and demerits with as much discernment as might have been done around an English tea-table, or a charitable coterie. By this time we were drawing near to Fontainc, which lay scattered upon the slope of one of those swelling eminences, so many of which rise up amid the broad flat plains of Burgundy, imparting a certain air of grace and dignity to the level richness of the country. The crest of the hill was crowned by the village church, an unpretending edifice, whose grey tower reminded us of many a parish church at home. Beneath it sloped down to the plain : some irregular streets composed of rustic dwellings, with here and there a farm-house, enclosed within its own court-yard, and shut in by a porte-cochère. At the entrance of the village, our sociable guide bade us farewell, saying that she was going to see a lady of her aquaintance.
As we were wending our way up a steep and narrow street, we came upon a group of vintagers, who were gathered around a huge vat of wine, which had just been pressed out of the newlygathered grapes. Some fine-looking peasants were standing with long poles, whereon they were preparing to sling pails of wine, and carry them home, very much in the same fashion as was adopted by Caleb and Joshua, who after having "cut down one cluster of grapes, bare it between two upon a staff.” It was a picturesque and pleasant sight, and not the less so because of the cheerful and comfortable aspect of the group before us.
A few minutes more brought us to the summit of the hill. Upon a rocky mound, clothed with herbage, stood the humble village