Vol. 2 
Oakland, California, December 25, 
1891. 
No. 26. 
THE WIDOW'S 
SOW. 
^MfTkHEN Jesus was in this world, lie was a 
friend to anyone who was in trouble. 
One day he was traveling toward a city 
I 
called Nain, and there were many peo-
ple with him. 
As he came near the gate of 
the city, he met a funeral procession, which 
looked some like the one you see in the pic-
ture. 
A young man had died, and they were 
carrying him out to bury him. 
He was the 
only son of his mother, and she was a widow. 
No doubt she felt very sorrowful, and many 
of the people in the city went with ner to 
show their sympathy in her great affliction. 
When Jesus saw her, he felt very sorry, and 
told her not to weep. 
Then he came and 
touched the bier on which the young man 
was lying, and those that were carrying him 
stood still. 
Then he said, "Young man; I say 
unto thee, Arise." 
And he that was dead sat 
up and began to speak. 
And he delivered 
him to his mother. 
She then had no cause 
to weep, and instead of going on to the grave 
mourning, she returned home with her son 
rejoicing. 
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OUR. LITTLE, FRIEND. 
Though Jesus is now in heaven, he is sorry 
for us when our dear friends die, and lie has 
promised that all who are in the grave shall 
hear his voice and come forth. 
He has also 
promised a beautiful home to those who love 
and obey his words. There will be no funeral 
processions in that happy land; no one there 
will ever be sick; there will be no death and 
no crying. 
Think what a blissful place that 
will be! 
People will live thousands of years 
and will never die. 
They will not grow old 
and gray, but will always be strong and well. 
Don't you want a home in that good land? 
You can have it if you seek for it,—if you will 
love the Lord and be good and obedient. Je-
sus has been gone a long time from this world, 
but he will soon come again to take his chil-
dren home to heaven. What a glad time it will 
be when we meet our dear friends who have 
been sleeping in the grave! 
Those who live 
till then, if they are ready to meet Jesus, will 
be made like the angels. 
The Bible says that 
with their friends they will be caught up to 
meet the Lord in the air, and that they will 
ever be with him. 
Good angels will be sent 
to gather those whose names are written in the 
book of life. 
We must hasten to get ready, 
for it will be a sad time for us if we are not 
prepared. 
Let us not put it off, but begin the 
work of preparation to-day. 
v. j. o. 
CHILD 
HEROES. 
f
OME children cry at the least thing, and 
^ give up as soon as a little suffering comes; 
^^ others suffer like heroes. 
A little boy had to have his finger 
taken off. 
When the doctor began to get 
ready to take it off, the boy's lip quivered. 
"Bear.it like a man," said his mother. 
His 
lip stiffened, and he bore it without a cry. 
Many children have suffered because they 
were Christians. 
Their }roung hearts were 
full of love for Christ because he had loved 
them and died for them. 
Hundreds of years 
ago wicked men tried to destroy the Chris-
tians, and among the martyrs were many chil-
dren, who showed how they could die for 
Christ. 
A frail girl was charged with being a Chris-
tian. 
Her answer was:— 
" Christ redeemed me, and I belong to him." 
She was whipped with a cruel scourge, but 
she rejoiced. 
Her sides were torn with hooks, 
but she still answered:— 
"I am a Christian." 
Her face and body were burned wth red-hot 
irons until the flesh quivered with anguish, 
but she said:— 
"I will not deny him." 
She knew that her body would be hungup 
to be devoured by birds, but, with all this be-
fore her, she only said:— 
" Lord Jesus, perfect thy work, and take me 
to thyself." . 
Was she not a noble little Christian? 
Girls, 
are you willing to suffer for Him who died for 
you? 
Felix and Victoria, sixteen hundred years 
ago, were charged with being Christians. 
The boy boldly said:— 
"I am a Christian." 
The persecutor, trying to frighten him, said: 
"I will cut off your nose and your ears." 
But he still answered:— 
" I am a. Christian." 
Then he was taken to prison, and every day 
food was offered to him if he would curse 
Christ; but he refused. 
The terrible pains of 
hunger were felt, and there was food and lib-
erty if he would only curse the Saviour; but 
the little hero died of starvation. 
How many 
of these boys would so suffer for Christ? 
Three other boys were martyred at Edessa. 
The oldest, Theogonis, was hung by the wrists 
and ankles, his body gashed and torn with 
sharp irons; but he was firm and true to 
Christ. 
Agapius, a little boy of great beauty, 
was another martyr. 
With the shrill voice of 
a child,he cried:— 
" King Christ, 1 will not deny thee! 
I will 
be brave, as my brother was." 
They peeled the skin from his head down 
to his breast, and so he died, talking about 
Christ. 
The youngest, when asked what his name 
was, answered :— 
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" My mother calls me Pistus (faithful), and 
says I must be faithful, like my name." 
In mercy his head was struck off. 
These boys were Christian heroes. 
They 
have left a record for us. 
We do not now 
suffer these things; but when the world sneers 
at us, or neglects us, because we are Christians, 
let us think of the children martyrs, and suf-
fer it all for Christ.—Five Minute Sermons. 
A LITTLE bit of patience 
Of.eu makes the sunshine come, 
And a little bit of love 
Makes a very happy home. 
A little bit of hope 
Makes a rainy day look gay, 
And a little bit of charity 
Makes glad a weary way. 
—Selected. 
AFRICA. 
BY MRS. I. J. HANKINS. 
ISTEN, children, while I tell you some-
thing about the "Sunny Land of Africa." 
^ 
Cape Town is one of the largest cities, and 
is where the big steamers from England and 
America first land. 
Many kinds of people live in Cape Town, 
but I want to tell you about those called " Ma-
lays." 
They do not believe in our Saviour, 
but think a man called Mohammed was a 
better man than Jesus, and they pray to him. 
The Malays are colored, but not as black as 
the negro. 
They live in houses like white 
people, but usually many crowd together in 
one building. 
The men wear clothing like 
your papa, with an odd little cap having a 
tassel on the top, except the priests, who look 
like the pictures of ancients with their Turk-
ish-looking pants, long flowing robes of gaudy 
colors, and a turban for a hat. 
The women wear dresses starched very stiff; 
but if of silk, satin, or wool, the underskirts 
are starched so they stand alone. There would 
be hardly room for you wee ones to pass one 
of them on the sidewalk. 
They drape the 
head with a rich silk handkerchief of some 
bright color, and fold a tiny silk shawl over 
their shoulders. 
They wear such queer little 
stools on their feet, with a large wooden but-
ton to slip between the big toe and the second, 
to fasten them on. 
The little boys and girls 
learn to wear them so well that they can run 
quite fast and never trip, but they make an 
unpleasant shuffling sound. 
One day I offered a Malay washwoman 
some sweet wine. 
She said no, they never 
drank wine. 
Mohammed taught them that 
it was wrong to drink wine. 
I told her it was 
but the juice of'the grape, and would not 
make her drunk, but she only tasted and 
would not drink. 
She said: " Sometimes the bakers tell us the 
cakes we buy are made with butter when they 
are made of lard; when we find it out, we 
never buy of them again, for we never eat 
pork or lard." 
They make long trips to Mecca, to worship, 
and the women who go receive a soul, as they 
believe, and are allowed to wear green dresses 
after their return. 
Those whom I have had 
work for me have been honest, but as a people 
they are so treacherous that many white peo-
ple are afraid of them. 
The men are carpenters, masons, green gro-
cers, fish peddlers, and cab drivers, and the 
women wash. 
One day I went up the side 
of Table Mountain, and there I counted one 
hundred and fifty women standing knee deep 
in the water, washing clothes 011 the stones. 
They spread them down 011 the ground to dry. 
Some little girls were helping their mammas 
wash, while the little boys were taking care 
of the babies. 
When they go home at night, 
they carry the large bundles of clothes on 
their heads. 
Little ones like you will have 
a bundle larger than you could lift, nicely 
balanced 011 their heads, and they seldom 
touch it with their hand's, and it never falls. 
Yes, I did see a big girl coming down the 
street with the nicely-ironed clothes all laid 
on the tray and the tray 011 her head. 
When 
she met a little colored girl with a pail of wa-
ter on her head, she asked for a drink, and as 
she stooped to sip the water from the pail on 
the child's head, the clothes, tray and all, fell 
over the fence into a yard,—the only time I 
ever saw one let anything fall, and they always 
carry parcels on their heads. 
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FRIEND. 
A COLI) WINTER MORNING. 
perplexed manner as to cause him to stop 
and examine into the trouble. 
Going around 
to the other side of the tree, he found a large 
snake climbing slowly up the tree in the di-
rection of the little nest. 
It was beyond his reach; and, since he could 
not help the little feathered songster by deal-
ing a death blow, he sat down to see the result 
of the attack. 
Soon the piteous cry of the 
bird ceased, and he thought, "Can it be pos-
sible she has left her young to their fate, and 
has flown away to seek her own safety ? " 
No; for again he heard a fluttering of wings, 
HOW GOD TEACHES THE 
BIRDS. 
jTpj- X the island of- Java grows a tree the 
^^ leaves of which are said to be a deadly 
t
poison to all venomous reptiles. 
The 
odor of the leaf is so offensive to the whole 
snake family that if they come near the plant 
in their travels, they immediately turn about 
and take an opposite direction. 
A traveler on the island noticed, one day, 
a peculiar fluttering and crying of distress 
from a bird high above his head. 
Looking 
up, he saw a mother bird hovering around a 
nest of little ones in such a frightened and 
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205 
and, looking up, saw her fly into the tree with 
a large leaf from this tree of poison and care-
fully spread it over her little ones. 
Then 
alighting on a branch high above her nest, 
she quietly Avatched the approach of her 
enemy. His ugly, writhing body crept slowly 
along, nearer and still nearer, until within a 
foot of the nest; then, just as he opened his 
mouth to take in his dainty little breakfast, 
down he went to the ground as suddenly as 
though a bullet had gone through his head, 
and hurried off into the jungle beyond. 
The little birds were unharmed; and as the 
mother bird flew down and spread her wings 
over them, the poison leaf—poison only to the 
snake—fell at the feet of the traveler; and he 
felt, as never before, the force of the words, 
"Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? 
and one of them shall not fall on the ground 
without your Father." 
For who but He who 
made the dear little birds could have told this 
the one power there was in this leaf?—Good 
Words. 
MAUDIE'S 
FIRST 
LIE. 
BY AGNES MERTIN. 
?AUDIE was seven years old. 
She felt 
that she was getting to be a big girl,— 
so big that mamma wouldn't be able to 
T 
get along without her. 
She would even 
tease to stay at home from school sometimes, 
especially when mamma was baking, so that 
she could help. 
But one day Maudie carried a note from 
mamma to the teacher, and when noon came, 
she was told that she could be excused for the 
rest of the day. 
She hurried home, and rushed into the sit-
ting-room, where her mother was, shutting the 
doors after her with a slam-bang which startled 
the baby just as he was nearly asleep. 
"0 mamma!" 
she began.' 
"Hush, dear," said mamma, " I want to get 
baby to sleep; and then, after you have had 
your dinner, you may stay here and Avatch 
him, Avhile I go down town." 
Maudie didn't look quite so happy now. 
It Avasn't any fun tending baby. 
That was 
one thing she didn't like to do, although it was 
just the thing she could do which would help 
mamma the most. 
But she didn't say anything; she knew that 
would do no good; for when mamma said she 
was to do something, she knew she had to do 
it. 
Mamma didn't seem to notice the sober face 
at all, but kissed her a cheerful good-by, tell-
ing her that she Avould be back in a little 
while, and then she could have the rest of the 
time to herself. 
Maudie looked at pictures for a little Avhile, 
put clean dresses on her dolls, and then began 
to Avonder why mamma didn't come back. 
She almost wished the baby would wake up; 
for she Avas lonesome. 
"I Avonder Avhat mamma is going to get for 
supper," she thought. " Maybe I could have it 
ready for her," she continued, this time speak-
ing aloud. 
"And," she added slowly," I don't 
believe I had as much for dinner as I ought to 
have had; for I'm hungry already." 
Going to the windoAV to see if she could see 
mamma coming, she tiptoed softly to the pan-
try, as though she was afraid someone would 
hear her. 
Keep watch, now, the next time you are 
tempted to do something Avrong, as Maudie 
was, and see if you don't feel like going around 
very still, even though there may not be any-
one near Avho will hear you. 
But there is One who does hear you, and 
who sees you, too; and that is Avhy you are 
afraid. 
Maudie peeked around, first in one cup-
board, and then in another, and finally saw 
just what she Avanted—some cake. There were 
three small pieces left on the plate—just 
enough for supper. 
"I don't believe mamma would care if I 
took a piece now," she said half aloud. 
She 
ate one piece, and then another, and then the 
last one. 
By this time she didn't feel hungry 
any more, and, going back to the sitting-room, 
she found baby awake. 
While amusing him, the time passed rap-
idly,and when mamma came home,she praised 
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her for having been such a nice little house-
keeper. 
Maudie's cheeks flushed a little, as she 
thought of something which mamma didn't 
know anything about. 
After papa came home, they had supper, 
and when they were nearly through, mamma 
remarked:— 
"I thought I had enough cake left for sup-
per, but I find that it is all gone." 
" I didn't take it," said Maudie quickly. 
"My dear," replied mamma gravely, "no 
one said you did." 
I wonder if any of you can tell how Maudie 
felt then? 
She kept thinking about it all the 
evening. 
She didn't want to play with her 
dolls, she didn't want to do anything; and all 
the time it seemed to her as if she could hear 
someone exclaiming, "You told a lie! you 
told a lie!" 
Papa went out to bring in some coal, and 
Maudie could stand it no longer. 
Going to 
her mother, she began trying to tell her all 
about it, but instead commenced sobbing as 
though her heart would break. 
"Why, what is the matter with my little 
girl?" asked mamma, drawing her tenderly 
into her lap. 
By and by Maudie managed to 
exclaim:— 
"I—I told you a lie, mamma! 
I did take 
the cake; I ate it all myself." 
"Yes, dear," said mamma kindly, " I knew, 
but I wanted you to tell me about it yourself." 
Maudie is a woman now; but she says she 
can never forget the first lie she told, nor how 
much better she felt after she had told mamma 
all about it, and asked her to forgive her. 
The Bible says: " He that covereth his sins 
shall not prosper; but whoso confesseth and 
forsaketh them shall have mercy." 
Prov. 28 : 
13. 
WE should try to keep ahead in our daily 
work, rather than behind; to do a little more, 
rather than a little less. 
DOES IT do any good at all to fret and worry ? 
—No. 
But it does do a great deal of good to 
keep a pleasant face. 
LOVE BETWEEN BROTHERS 
AND 
SISTERS. 
WHATEVER brawls disturb the street, 
There should be peace at home; 
Where sisters dwell and brothers meet, 
Quarrels should never come. 
Birds in their little nests agree; 
And 'tis a shameful sight 
When children of one family 
Fall out and chide and fight. 
Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage; 
Our little brawls remove ; 
That, as we grow to riper age, 
Our hearts may all be love. 
— Watts. 
TWO KINDS OF SHEPHERD 
BOY§. 
IjlKlTTLE Ned was singing a silly ditty 
about "little boy blue," when he sud-
^F denly stopped, and asked his papa who 
this little boy blue was. 
" Little boy blue," said papa, laying down 
his newspaper and taking Ned up on his lap, 
"was a little shepherd. 
All day long he 
watched that his flock did not stray aWay or 
get into mischief, and when night came he 
blew on his little horn. 
Then they all stopped 
eating and followed boy blue to the fold." 
"Oh, how nice! "cried Ned. 
"I wish I 
could be little boy blue." 
" Not quite so nice as you think, little Ned," 
said papa. 
" The summer days are long and 
hot, and yet the little shepherd boy must keep 
a sharp lookout, no matter how sleepy the sun 
makes him feel; for just let him be caught 
napping ever so short a time, and everything 
goes wrong, making no end of trouble." 
Ned looked sober at this view of what had 
seemed so pleasant, but did not speak, and 
papa went on:— 
"Even if you cannot care for sheep far out 
on the meadows and mountains, there is a 
kind Shepherd who has plenty of work for 
you here at home." 
Ned's eyes grew a little rounder when papa 
said this, and he waited for him to tell what 
he meant. 
"Jesus is the kind Shepherd, Ned, and the 
people in all the world are his sheep. 
Little 
children are his lambs, and he tells us if we 
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love him, to care for them. 
I know it is very 
hard for my boy to amuse little sister when 
he is very, very tired, or to be patient when 
she is fretful; but can you not think of boy 
blue all day long in the hot, dusty meadow, 
and then of the loving Shepherd whose work 
you are trying to do?"—Selected. 
LETTERS 
FROM 
THE 
LITTLE 
OMES. 
OCTAVIA, NEB.—I have been areader of OUR LITTLE 
FRIEND for only a short time, but I prize it very 
highly. 
When I have read each paper through, I 
give it to some of my schoolmates, and they, too, are 
very much pleased with it. 
I am twelve years old, 
and attend Sabbath school at the Schuyler church. 
We have to go six miles, as there are no Sabbath ob-
servers in the vicinity where we live. 
ELMIRA WOOD. 
SADORUS, III.—I am a little girl eleven years old. 
I like to read the letters and stories in OUR LITTLE 
FRIEND. 
My mother is dead, but I have a step-
mother. 
I have a brother and a half-sister; she is 
two years old, and is very cute. 
We live about a 
mile from town. 
I want to meet the dear Saviour 
in the new earth. 
ETHEL CRAW. 
HAMPTON, N. DAK.- -I am a little boy ten years old. 
I like OCIR LITTLE FRIEND very much. 
I have two 
sisters and t wo brothers. 
The Indians live close to 
us. 
I want to be a good boy, and be saved when 
the Lord comes. 
CLINTON E. SIVALIA. 
SOQUEL, CAL.—I like OUR LITTLE FRIEND very much. 
My father is a farmer, and we live in the San Joa-
quin Valley. 
I am staying with my aunt in Soquel. 
I have two brothers. 
EDITH MAY MENZEL. 
NEW ORLEANS, LA.—Dear 
Friend": 
I have re-
ceived several visits from you, and although I have 
not had any time to entertain you, your friendly 
visits are welcome. 
And in order that you 
may 
be able to continue coming, I send you fifty cents 
to help defray your expenses. 
CHARLES M. 
KINNY. 
ELK CITY, OR.—We keep the Sabbath with papa 
and mamma. 
We go to Sabbath school every Sab-
bath, and learn the lessons in OUR LITTLE FRIEND. Our 
grandma lives with us. 
Our mamma is dead, and we 
have another mamma. 
She is very good to us. 
For 
pels we have two little kittens. 
We are trying to be 
good girls, so we can meet Jesus when he comes, and 
have a home with him in the new earth. 
OLLIE AND NELLIE RAE. 
EAST PORTLAND, OR.—I am eight years old. 
I like 
my lessons very well, and go to Sabbath school every 
Sabbath. 
I am in the primary division. 
My divis-
ion meets upstairs, as the disciples did at Jerusalem. 
Our room is nicely furnished, with carpet and little 
chairs and a center table. 
My 
sister Olive, my 
brother Oner, and Edith McCarl. a friend who lives 
with us, are in the intermediate division, downstairs. 
Pray for me. 
OTIS MCCOON. 
LESSON 26.—DECEMBER 26,1891. 
REVIEW 
OF 
LESSONS 
20-25. 
Memory Verse.—"We know that all things work to-
gether for good to them that love God." Rom. 8: 28. 
1. WHO appeared to Cornelius at Ceesarea one 
day while he was praying? 
An an-gel of God. 
2. What did the angel tell Cornelius? 
He told him to send to Jop-pa for Pe-ter. 
3. What did the angel say Peter would tell him? 
Pe-ter would tell him what to do. 
4. When Peter came, what did he tell Cornelius? 
He told him to be-Iieve on Je-sus Christ, who 
would for-give his sins. 
5. Who carried the gospel to the city of Antioch ? 
Some dis-ci-ples who were di-iv-en out of Je-
ru-sa-lem. 
6. What two ministers preached there a whole 
year? 
Bar-na-bas and Paul. 
7. What did a prophet tell them was coming on 
the world? 
The Lord had shown 
him there would be a 
fam-ine. 
8. When the disciples at Antioch heard of the 
famine, what did they do? 
They sent mon-ey to the poor breth-ren in Ju-
dea. 
9. What did King Herod do to please the Jews 
at Jerusalem ? 
He killed the apostle James with a sword. 
10. Then what did he do with Peter? 
He put Pe-ter in pris-on. 
11. How did Peter get out of prison ? 
An an-gel loosed his chains and o-pened the 
doors. 
12. What two missionaries were put in prison at 
Philippi? 
Paul and Si-las. 
13. What did they do when their feet were fas-
tened so they could not stand? 
They prayed and sang prais-es to God. 
14. What occurred in the night while they were 
praying and singing? 
An earth-quake shook all the doors o-pen, and 
loosed the pris-on-ers. 
15. What did Paul and Silas do after the earth-
quake ? 
They preached the gos-pel 
to the peo-ple in 
the pris-on. 
16. Who believed and were baptized? 
The pris-on keep-er, and all his house-hold. 
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SECOND PRIMARY 
DIVISION. 
LESSON 26.—DECEMBER 26, 1891. 
REVIEW. 
(Acts 10:1-48; 11:22-30; 12:1-9; 16:16-40; 20:17-38.) 
Memory Verse.—"We know that all things work to-
gether for good to them that love God.'' Rom. 8:28. 
WE have now come to another review lesson. 
If 
we have learned our past lessons well, this lesson 
will be easy. 
The first thing we need to remember 
is the memory verses. 
We have had six since out-
last review, and it may be that some can remember 
all of them. 
If we have forgotten any of them, we 
will be obliged to find them in the Testament. 
The 
references are Acts 10:34, 35; Mark 16 :15; John 15: 
18; Matt. 5:10; Acts 16:31; Luke 9 :23. 
We have learned that when the apostles were 
ea'rnestly preaching the gospel, Satan would always 
arouse some wicked person to persecute them. 
At 
one time they were persecuted so much that they 
were obliged to leave Jerusalem and scatter into dif-
ferent parts of the country. 
This proved to be to 
the glory of God, for they carried the gospel to 
many parts of that country that otherwise would not 
have heard of Jesus. 
At first the apostles thought they were not to go 
to the Gentiles, but to labor for the Jews only. 
The 
Lord soon taught them differently by 
appearing 
unto two men in a vision. 
How many know who 
these men were, and can tell how they met? 
Acts 
10:1-11. 
It will be very interesting to us to talk 
about how the gospel was introduced into the town 
of Antioch. 
We remember that Saul, as he was then 
called, had gone to Tarsus to live, and many that 
were persecuted at Jerusalem had fled to Antioch. 
After Cornelius had accepted Christ and was bap-
tized, Peter returned to Jerusalem and told how the 
Lord was blessing the Gentiles. 
About that time 
they heard that other Gentiles w'ere believing at 
Antioch, and sent Barnabas to see them. 
He found 
quite a number of believers, and after spending a 
short time with them, he went to Tarsus to bring 
Saul to work with him. 
Acts 11:2-30. 
We have also studied about some of the apostles 
being imprisoned for teaching the word of 
God. 
Who remembers who they were, and can tell some-
thing of their deliverance? 
A little of our time can 
be spent, with profit, on the experience of Paul and 
Silas in the jail at Philippi. 
We no doubt remem-
ber how they prayed and sang songs of praise at 
midnight in that jail. 
Who will tell us something 
about the trials they had to pass through at that 
time ? 
Now we come to the last lesson, which tells us 
about Paul's farewell to the elders at Ephesus. 
We 
know that it is sad to bid our dear friends farewell 
when they are going away for a short time, but the 
elders were made very sad, because they did not ex-
pect to see Paul again. 
And now we close our study 
on the lives of the apostles for the present. 
QUESTIONS. 
1. What is our memory verse? 
2. How many can repeat the memory verses of 
our last lessons? 
3. Who tried to hinder the preaching of the gos-
pel at Jerusalem ? 
4. What effect did this persecution have upon the 
spread of the gospel ? 
5. What people did the apostles labor for when 
they began their work ? 
6. What circumstance led them to go to the Gen-
tiles? 
7. How did Cornel us come to send for Peter? 
8. After Peter returned from visiting Cornelius, 
where was Barnabas sent ? 
9. Why did he go to Antioch ? 
10. Who joined him in labor at that place? 
11. What name was given to the believers at that 
place ? 
12. Why were they called Christians? 
13. How was Peter delivered from prison ? 
14. What was the church doing while he was con-
fined ? 
15. Did the Lord answer their prayers? 
THIS is the last of our lessons about the apostles. 
You have learned many good things that they said 
and did. 
In all these things they were led by God's 
Holy Spirit. 
If you will try to remember what you 
have learned about the apostles, it will greatly help 
you to live for the kingdom of God. 
Next week we 
will begin a new set of lessons about the children 
mentioned in the Bible. 
OUR LITTLE 
FRIEND 
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