They had every reason to believe Him, to be grateful to Him, to love and serve Him devotedly. Without lifting a finger, they, an unarmed people, with not a soldier in all their ranks, nor a weapon worthy the name, had triumphed over a chosen detachment of the finest army in the world at that time, led, too, by a king who was familiar with battles and accustomed to victories.
Josephus says that, after the passage of the sea by the Israelites, a west wind set in, which (assisted by the current) drove the bodies of the drowned Egyptians to the eastern side of the gulf, where many of them were cast up upon the shore. In this way, Moses, according to him, obtained weapons and armor for a considerable number of Israelites.
WHAT THEY DO WHEN IT RAINS.
BY CARRIE CATHCART DAY.
| “Where do you go, Sweet, happy bird, When wild winds blow And storms are heard? Do you not dread the rushing rain, And wish the sky was bright again?” “Tweet oh! I fly To nestlings near— To hush their cry, And soothe their fear; And o’er them all my wings I fold, To keep them safely from the cold.” “Where do you run, Dear little duck? Is the rain fun, And best of luck?” “Oh, yes! Quack! quack! I swim in glee, It never pours too hard for me!” “Of course, good sheep, You do not care— Out-doors you keep Through foul and fair; Your coat is surely thick enough To shield you from a tempest rough?” “Baa! baa! baa! baa! I let the geese Have all the wet; For should my fleece All soaking get, ’Twould be too heavy for my play— So to my shed I skip away.” “Why do you croak So long and loud, Queer froggie folk, When comes a cloud?” “Cree-crake! cree-crake! Because our pollywogs, we know, When ponds are full will nicely grow!” “But, bumble-bee, Your gauzy wings, It seems to me, Are flimsy things; Should they get drenched, ’twould spoil them quite, And you’d be in a sorry plight!” “I crawl beneath A lily bell— A lovely sheath That suits me well, And when—buzz! buzz!—the sun I greet, The roses all are fresh and sweet.” “Well, surely you, My little lad, Feel very blue In weather sad? You mope and fret and whine and frown, To see the torrents driving down!” “Oh, ho! oh, ho! You do not know; For thus, you see, My trowsers go Up to my knee; I make believe to wade and splash In puddles nice, with Puss and Dash, And we pretend the shower pours As hard within as out of doors!” |