For peace is the Christian’s joy,
And love is the Christian’s life;
He’s bound for a home
Where hate cannot come,
Nor the shadow of sin or strife!
CHAPTER XII.
THE GIPSIES.
“If thou forbear to deliver them that are drawn unto death, and those that are ready to be slain; if thou sayest, Behold, we knew it not; doth not He that pondereth the heart consider it; and He that keepeth thy soul, doth He not know it? and shall not He render to every man according to his works?”—Prov. xxiv. 11, 12.
Alie sat on the threshold of her home on a bright morning in May, eating a cake which her uncle had given her, and now and then throwing a crumb to the merry little swallows that were twittering in the eaves and darting in and out of their nests.