104 Lom Seven Years Old.

ne a a

 

ARN eomEReS Smee net

how dreadfully he wanted them, and how
horrible it would be to give them up.

“And, Tom,” said his mamma, “these
people who gave up what they liked best,
who gave up the most and the longest, have
got a name that all the world knows them by,
and of which it is proud. Can you guess
what it is ?”

Tom could not.

‘“ Hand me that book,” said she.

He handed it. It was the book she carried
with her to church. She opened a page
and pointed to a word. It began with an
“M,” and had a “Y” in it, and was very
difficult to read; but at last he spelt it out,
“martyrs.”

“Yes,” said his mamma; “these are the
people who loved God and others more than
they loved themselves, and thought more of
them.”

“What did they do?” asked Tom, wonder-
ing. |

“Worked when they wanted to play,” said.
she, “and stayed awake when they wanted