Lazarus, his sisters, and some of his friends, were thrown into prison, tried, and condemned." "And stoned or crucified," added Jack.
"No; the high priest of the temple had a great variety of punishments on hand besides these.

He resolved to expose them to the mercy of the waves, without provisions, and without a mast, sail, or rudder." "Thank goodness, we are not so badly off as that." "_He_, for whom Lazarus suffered, and who is the same that nourishes the birds of the air and feeds the beasts of the field; watched over the forlorn craft; under his guidance, the little colony of martyrs were wafted in safety to the fertile coasts of Provence.

They landed, according to the tradition, at Marseilles, of whom Lazarus was the first bishop, and has always been the patron saint.

Who knows ?--the same good fortune may perhaps await us." "We are not martyrs." "True; but Providence does not always measure its favors by the merits of those upon whom they are bestowed--misfortune, alone, is often a sufficient claim; so it is well for us to be patient under a little suffering, for sweet often is the reward." "A little hardship, now and then," added Jack, "is, no doubt, salutary.

The Italians say: '_Le avversita sono per l'animo cio ch' e un temporale per l'aria_.' Suffering teaches us to prize health and happiness; were there no such things as pain and grief, we should be apt to regard these blessings as valueless, and to estimate them as our legitimate rights.