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Mississippi. The general colour is rich brown
on head and delicate yellow brown face, the
body a beautiful silvery grey, legs brown
yellow. Of course, this little fox has all the
characteristics of its kind, which are too well
known to describe.
OUR RECEAVT ESSAY COJIIPETITIOIV. 365
Silver fox is much patronised for ladies’
round boas and muffs. Before concluding
this interesting subject, I may mention there
are still some valuable furs we have not now
space to deal with, viz., black and brown bear,
otter beaver; this skin used to be largely
used if we recollect in gentlemen‘: hats.
Black goat is much used now for coachmens’
capes and cuffs, and Persian lamb for ladies’
fur ties. All these beautiful things made up
are always on view at our large fur stores in
the “’est End. A. T. Euvizs,
“MY ROOM”
DEAR MR. EDITOR,
XVhat a ray of Sunshine “THE G1RL’s
OWN PAPER ” seems each Month to bring to
me. How eagerly too, do I look forward to
receiving it, shut away as I am in one Room,
and having so few pleasures from the outside
world, that perhaps I love the Paper more
than many of your Readers.
I atn, and have been for some years, an
Invalid. Shut away at the vcr beginning of
womanhood, and when life loo -ed very sweet
to me. It seemed so hard to have to lie still
day after day, and suffer pain indescribable.
Since, many times, how thankful I have been
that m eyes were veiled from the future, and
that I mew nothing of the long years which
were to pass upon my bed. Truly God docth
all things well.
The Room in which I have spent so many
‘ears, is a very tiny Room, but yet made as
right and pretty as possible by a Mother's
loving hands. Such a bare ugly room it was
at first, and seemed impossible to make it
look at all comfortable.
My Mother was unable to spend money
upon it, but her clever fingers soon made an
alteration. My bed is placed down one side
of the room, which was necessary owing to
want of space. Close to the head of the bed,
is a recess, and a shelf covered with oil-
cloth, and edged with fringe, was fixed to the
wall, upon which I keep my books, and
Photographs. Above this is :1 Text, which is
very often so hard for God’s Children when
in trouble to say, from their hearts; “Thy
“'iII be done.” May God help us all to be
able truly to say it, whenever He sees fit to
give us the trouble which must come to each
of us, sooner or later. - .
Undemeath the shelf is a table, (really only
a Grocer’s empty box,) and although only
rough unpainted" deal, is not seen from the
outer side of the bed, but when covered with
:1 cloth looks quite smart, and is very useful
to place my writing desk, and letter rack
upon, and being close to the bed, are easily
reached. - - - ' < ‘ T
A little further on, and where my eyes can
rest upon it, is a Text Roll. ‘It is such a
help to me, especially when unable to read my,
daily portion.
I can always find something suitable for
each day. Sometimes I see written thcrc,’
chiding words, at other times, words of warn-
ing, cheer, or comfort.
Sometimes, friends tell me I escape so
much, and am shielded from so many tempta-
tions, in the solitude of my Room. They do
not know, and only those can know, who like
mysclt, are not able to be out and about in
the thick of the fight. “’c have quite as
‘ These essays are printed r-x.-tctly.-is written, with-
out correction or alteration of any kind.-En.
RECENT ESSAY
(ONE GUINEA.)
OUR
much to bear, and quite as many tempta-
tions to fight against, as those who are in
the very front of the battle. They perhaps,
are not the same kind of temptations, but
yet, they are just as strong. Then, we are
not so a le to overcome them, and we cannot
run away from them. ‘Ye are so apt to make
so much of any trouble, and to make moun-
tains of mole-hills. Then there is the temp-
tation to ill-temper, to irritability, especially
when the pain is so severe, that a heavy foot-
step seems too much to bear, and irritable
words rise to the lips so quickly, and if
allowed to be spoken cannot be recalled.
How this must grieve the loving heart of
Jesus, who is all love, and who when mocked,
and insulted, when upon earth, was never
heard to speak an unkind word. But those
of us who know Jesus as our very own
Personal Saviour, can go to Him at all times,
and feel sure of His sympathy and forgive-
ness.
I think that verse in Deuteronomy 33-27,
so suitable, especially for the weak ones.
“ The Eternal God is thy Refuge, and under-
neath are the Everlasting Amts, and He shall
thrust out the Enemy from before thee ; and
shall say, destroy them.”
It is such acomfort to feel we can fly to
Jesus, and know we are safe, for time, and tor
Etemity. i
To go on with my description-The Text-
roll partly overhangs the fire-place, and my
bed too is in front of these, for the room
being so small we cannot have a tire.
Above the fire-place is the mantel-piece,
but which is so very narrow, and of no use at
all, but my Mother placed a long piece of
rather wide wood u on it, and covered it with
some cheap mante bordering, so that it is
quite an omament to the room, and will hold
anything, almost, now.
Above the mantel piece, is a Group of
“ Bible Class Girls," with their Teacher, and
at one time, mine also. -kVell do I remember
her kind, loving Teaching, and ready sym-
pathy and help. Occasionally, I have the
pleasure ofa visit from her, and sweet words
of Counsel, and before she leaves, she talks
to Jesus, and tells Ilim all about me, and
asks for help in bcarin the pain and weak-
ness. I need not say, tow she helps me.
There are two texts in white frames at the
end of the room, which were given me one
Birthday, b ' .1 girl friend. During the long
wakcfnl niglits, my eyes often rest upon them,
and they whisper down into my heart, “ Let
not ‘our heart be troubled." Again, “As
thy t ay, so shall thy strength be.” They are
such a help too, to my poor tired, weary,
often heart-sick Mother. Truly she does need
strength for the hard battle of weary days, and
often nights too. But God is the Strength
of her life, and is with her to help her in her
COMPETITION.‘
daily work. Jesus knows what it is to work,
for was He not a Carpenter? There is noth-
ing we have to do, or bear, but that He can
enter into it and understand.
The other side of the room has another
Text, bearing these words, “ Sccd time and
harvest shall not cease." Appropriately,en-
twined amongst the words, are poppies, corn,
and corn-flowers. Last year, or year before,
farmers said, “lVe shall have no harvest this
year.” That was afterwards proved utterl '
wrong. If the Corn had been very bad, al
was not bad, and if the farmers had studied
the subject in God's lVord, they would have
seen written the words that thellarvest should
never cease. God’s “'ord must be true, for
He can never lie. On the same side of the
room, is a Card bearing these words.
“Lo, I am with thee alway,
Over valley plain and hill,
Through storm, or shade, and sunshine,
0 doubting heart be still. ' .
“'hat matter earthly darkness, if I thy
Lord am near, - - .
'“"hat matter earthly tempests, if thou
My Voice can'st hear? "
The other, and last end of my room, bears
another text, which is just over my head. ’ It
is also a picture of the Good Shepherd, bear-
ing in llis Annsyalittle lamb, pressed so
closely to His bosom, and looks so safe and
happy, as if it loves to be there, and never
wants to stra ‘again. < The good Shepherd has
a crook in His free hand, and is looking down
upon the little lamb. which no doubt has
given Him a lot of pain and trouble, seeking
for it. Does the little lamb not remind us of
the trouble we often give, and how often we
grieve the tender heart of Jesus ? How often
do we stray from His side, ‘and yet Hewill
seek us, until He finds us, and places our feet
again in the Narrow path. -
Close by the picture is the window, and I
am more fortunate in that respect, than many
of ‘our readers in large Towns, who see
uot ing from their windows, perhaps for
weeks and months, (when their work is there),
but the roofs, and chimneys, of houses. My
window is large, and though we have only :1
small yard, and a tiny flower border, yet there
are gardens and trees to be seen, as far as
the e 'e can reach.
I do thank God for this, and that He has
placed me where the pure fresh air can blow
upon me, and fill my room too. I often feel
so grieved when I think of other Invalids,
shut away in ‘stuffy garrets, or damp dirtv
cellars, w icrc no pure fresh air can p0ssibli'
enter, and the very air they are breathing is
poison. I was thinking of the Contrast to-
day whilst reading a tiny poem, about two
rooms, one richly furnished, and the owner
