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fallen round the troughs where the cattle of some Arabs were feeding. She begged help from the rabbi, who asked, What has become of the money thou didst receive on thy wedding- day ? She answered, Ah, is there not a saying in Jerusalem, " The salt was wanting to the money " ? The Jews believed that charity preserved money as salt preserved meat. When the rabbi asked about her husband s money, she replied, That followed the other. The rabbi told his pupils, I remember when I signed her marriage contract. Her father gave her a million of gold dinars. Her husband also was wealthy. Then he bestowed upon her what he could, and wept with her over her hard lot.
Hymn 950. Thou to whom the sick and dying. GODFREY THRING, D.D. (129).
On behalf of Hospitals. Written in 1870, at the request of Pre bendary Hutton, of Lincoln, and published in his Supplement, Lincoln, 1871.
Hymn 951. From Thee all skill and science flow. CHARLES KINGSLEY, M.A.
Kingsley was born at Holne Vicarage, Devonshire, in 1819 ; Rector of Eversley, 1844; Professor of Modern History, Cambridge, 1859 ; Canon of Westminster, 1873. His poems and stories have become English classics. Alton Locke won him the title of The Chartist Parson ; Hypatia is a vivid picture of Church life in Alexandria ; Westward Ho / is his most famous story ; Water- Babies is generally recognized as a work of genius. Dr. Rigg gives a charming account of Kingsley, whose friendship he greatly prized, in Modern Anglican Theology. On the whole, this generation has hardly known a nobler, braver, or more loving man, or a more devout servant of God in Christ. He died at Eversley on January 23, 1875. Through his last illness, his wife tells us, he was calm and content. He had no need to put his mind into a fresh attitude, for his life had long been " hid with Christ in God." This little hymn is an epitome of his life, and a mirror of his mind and heart. Few men laboured with such passionate zeal as he to mitigate the social evils of his time. He told Dr. Rigg in 1868, Please God, I
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