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quite himself again. I thought the opportunity a good one for a tiny lesson to my young ones.

"Can you fancy," I said, "that Jesus Christ is holding out a rope always to His children on earth to save them from the dark waters, and deep and dangerous pitfalls of sin. The temptations of the world are as a sea surging all round us, and if we should venture out a little beyond our depth, and had not that rope of Christ's to cling to, we should sink, and perhaps rise no more. The sea just round our boat may be measured by feet, nine or ten feet here at most; but that other sea is not to be sounded by any measuring rod that we possess. Keep within your depth, children; and have your eyes always open, to see that shining rope which Jesus in His great love for you holds always just within your reach. If you trust, love and fear Him, you have the rope always in your hand, and there is no force that can pluck it from you. Remember the pitfalls, too, how many they are, and how deep. There is the pitfall of pride, of angry temper, of jealousy, and many others which you can call to mind. Do not forget tl.em, dear children; but if you should feel yourselves slipping at any time, just put up a little silent prayer to Jesus, and He will give into your hands the shining rope, which is perfect safety to any one that holds it.


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Eorge Whitfield was one day preaching from the text, "Wherefore glorify ye God in the fires;" and in the course of his sermon he said: "When I was some years ago at Shields, I went to a glass-house, and I saw a workman take a piece of glass and put it into three furnaces in succession. 'Why,' I asked, 'do you put it into so many fires?' 'O, sir,' he answered, 'the first was not hot enough, nor the second, and therefore we put it into the third. Heat will make it transparent.' O, thought I, does this man put this glass into one furnace after another that it may be made perfect? Then, O my God, put me into one furnace after another, that my soul may become transparent." There is no need for us to pray for trial; and, in fact, we should think few people ever do pray for it. Our wisdom is to accept thankfully whatever gifts of ease and prosperity God may see fit to grant to us; and it is perfectly right for us to desire their continuance, and to pray that they may be continued. But then, in all such cases, we should humbly leave it to His sovereign will to give or to deny us what we ask. But when trial does come, let us beseech Him for grace, first, that we may be patient and not murmur, though it may be ever so sharp, and though it may last very long; then, that we may be supported by His kind and loving consolations; but especially that we may learn the lessons He seeks to teach us by trouble, and that, when it is over, we may come forth from the furnace transparent as the clearest glass, or like gold seven times purified.

GRAVE little Jessie, tired of books and playing,
What thoughts have caught your fancy this wild day?
Dreams of the old days when you went a-maying
In months now far away.

Dreams of warm hayfields, and of playmates' voices
That shouted with your own when all was fair—

Glad dreams, at whose recall the heart rejoices,
And sunlight fills the air.

Or has the book, telling some tale of sadness,
Calmed the young heart that ever loves the gay—

Till you forget your tones of natural gladness,
And grow grave as to-day?

A blessing on them all 1—the happy hours

And the grave moments when they timeous come;

Press on, young traveller, whether it shines or lowers,
To the unshadowed home!


Through the thronged streets and the loud roar of traffic,
I go and come alone;
No one beside me now, for all the dear ones,
With the old days, are gone.

No one to smile a farewell in the morning,

Or welcome home at night.
O silences of life! O shade that covers

A road that once was bright!

My gentle children! Where the little fingers

I once clasped in my hand!
And thou, O dearer one !—all joys went with thee

To the far, silent land.

Alone! Nay, not alone, for One is with me

Who said He would remain
When every friend departed, and when gathered

The frequent days of pain.

Thou art beside me, Mighty One, and ever

To Thee love, wounded, turns;
And by the way, as spiritual thoughts awaken,

My heart within me burns.

Happy the soul that knows Thine unseen presence S

Happy who see Thy face 1
Not lonely they who fight Thy conquering battle,

And run Thy steadfast race.

Only abide with us, and bring beside Thee

Those we have loved so long;
When the new heavens from deep to deep are pealing

The resurrection song.


|e often hear the word conversion. It simply means turning round, the beginning of a new life. But it is only the beginning, although, if genuine, it will grow, from the babe's life to that of the man, in Christ Jesus. It pleases God to convert souls by various methods. In some cases, though this is comparatively rare, men are stricken down, as was the Apostle Paul, under a special powerful manifestation of the Lord's presence; others are more gradually wrought upon; aroused, it may be, by a sermon, or by some visitation of Providence, or gently influenced by the Holy Spirit, as Ly " the wind that bloweth where it listeth."

It is always interesting to trace the manner in which God deals with those whom He is preparing for special service, and amongst this class may be reckoned C. G. Finney, whose labours were so abundantly blessed in his own land and in ours. He was born in Connecticut in 1792, and was educated to be a lawyer.

When a young man, the subject of the Christian religion and of the Gospel engaged his thoughts, but he remained for some time undecided as to their reality.

He attended the prayer meetings held in the place where he lived, and listened again and again to the prayers offered for a revival of religion, and to the subsequent confessions that no progress was made; that, in fact, their prayers had not been visibly answered.

This was a sad stumbling-block to the earnest inquirer. He says: "When I read my Bible, I learned what Christ had said in regard to prayer and answers to prayer. He had said, 'Ask, and ye shall receive; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.' I read, also, what Christ affirms, that God is more willing to give His Holy Spirit to them that ask Him than earthly parents are to give good gifts to their children. I heard them pray continually for the outpouring of the Holy Spirit, and as often confess that they did not receive what they asked for. On one occasion, when I was in one of the prayer meetings, I was asked if I did not desire they should pray for me. I said, ' I suppose I need to be prayed for, for I am conscious that I am a sinner; but I do not see that it will do any good for you to pray for me, for you are continually asking, but you do not receive. You have been praying for a revival of religion ever since I have been in Adams, and yet you have it not. You have been praying for the Holy Spirit to descend upon yourselves, and yet complaining of your leanness.'

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