Thy baptism is not of water, but of blood; both these came from thee in thy passion: we cannot be thine, if we partake not of both. If thou hast not grudged thy precious blood to us, well mayest thou challenge some worthless drops from us.

When they talk of thy kingdom, thou speakest of thy bitter cup, of thy bloody baptism. Suffering is the way to reigning. "Through many tribulations must we enter into the kingdom of heaven." There was never wedge of gold that did not first pass the fire; there was never pure grain that did not undergo the flail. In vain shall we dream of our immediate passage, from the pleasures and jollity of earth, to the glory of heaven. Let who will hope to walk upon roses and violets to the throne of heaven, O Saviour, let me trace thee by the track of thy blood, and by thy red steps follow thee to thine eternal rest and happiness.

I know this is no easy task, else thou hadst never said, “Are ye able ?" Who should be able, if not they that had been so long blessed with thy presence, informed by thy doctrine, and, as it were, beforehand possessed of their heaven in thee? Thou hadst never made them judges of their power, if thou couldst not have convinced them of their weakness. Alas, how full of feebleness is our body, and our mind of impatience! If but a bee sting our flesh, it swells; and if but a tooth ache, the head and heart complain. How small trifles make us weary of ourselves! What can we do without thee? without thee, what can we suffer? If thou be not, O Lord, strong in weakness, I cannot be so much as weak, I cannot so much as be. O do thou prepare me for my day, and enable me to my trials: "I can do all things through thee that strengthenest me."

The motion of the two disciples was not more full of infirmity than their answer, "We are able:" out of an eager desire of the honour, they are apt to undertake the condition. The best men may be mistaken in their own powers. Alas, poor men! when it came to the issue, they ran away, and, I know not whither, one without his coat. It is one thing to suffer in speculation, another in practice. There cannot be a worse sign, than for a man, in a carnal presumption, to vaunt of his own abilities. How justly doth God suffer that man to be foiled purposely, that he may be ashamed of his own self-confidence. O God, let me ever be humbly dejected in the sense of mine own insufficiency; let me give all glory to thee, and take nothing to myself but my infirmities.

O the wonderful mildness of the Son of God! he doth not rate the two disciples, either for their ambition in suing, or presumption in undertaking: but, leaving the worst, he takes the best of their answer; and omitting their errors, encourages their good intentions-" Ye shall drink indeed of my cup, and be baptized with my baptism; but to sit on my right hand and my left, is not mine to give, but to them for whom it is prepared of my Father." I know not whether there be more mercy in the concession, or satisfaction in the denial. Were it not a high honour to drink of thy cup, O Saviour, thou hadst not fore-promised it as a favour. I am deceived, if what thou grantest were much less than that which thou deniest, To pledge thee in thine own cup, is not much less dignity and familiarity than to sit by thee. "If we suffer with thee, we shall also reign together with thee." What greater promotion can flesh and blood be capable of, than a conformity to the Lord of glory? Enable thou me to drink of thy cup, and then set me where thou wilt.

But, O Saviour, while thou dignifiest them in thy grant, dost thou disparage thyself in thy denial? "Not mine to give?" whose is it, if not thine? If it be thy Father's, it is thine. Thou, who art truth, hath said, "I and my Father are one." Yea, because thou art one with the Father, it is not thine to give to any save those for whom it is prepared of the Father. The Father's preparation was thine, his gift is thine: the decree of both is one. That eternal counsel is not alterable upon our vain desires. The Father gives these heavenly honours to none but by thee; thou givest them to none but according to the decree of thy Father. Many degrees there are of celestial happiness. Those supernal mansions are not all of a height. That Providence which hath varied our stations upon earth, hath pre-ordered our seats above. O God, admit me within the walls of thy new Jerusalem, and place me wheresoever thou pleasest.

CONTEMPLATION XXII-THE TRIBUTE-MONEY PAID.

ALL these other histories report the power of Christ, this shows both his power and obedience; his power over the creature, his obedience to civil powers. Capernaum was one of his own cities, there he made his chief abode in Peter's house to that host of his, therefore, do the toll-gatherers repair for the tribute. When that great disciple said, "We have left all," he did not say, We have abandoned all, or sold, or given away all; but we have left, in respect of managing, not of possession; not in respect of right, but of use and present fruition; so left, that, upon just occasion, we may resume; so left, that it is our due, though not our business. Doubtless, he was too wise to give away his own, that he might borrow of a stranger. His own roof gave him shelter for the time, and his Master with him. Of him, as the householder, is the tribute required; and by and for him is it also paid. I inquire not either into the occasion, or the sum. What need we make this exaction sacrilegious? as if that half-shekel, which was appointed by God to be paid by every Israelite to the use of the tabernacle and temple, were now diverted to the Roman exchequer. There was no necessity that the Roman lords should be tied to the Jewish reckonings; it was free for them to impose what payments they pleased upon a subdued people: when great Augustus commanded the world to be taxed, this rate was set. The mannerly collectors demand it first of him with whom they might be more bold: "Doth not your Master pay tribute ?" All Capernaum knew Christ for a great Prophet; his doctrine had ravished them; his miracles had astonished them; yet when it comes to a money matter, his share is as deep as the rest. Questions of profit admit no difference. Still the sacred tribe challengeth reverence: who cares how little they receive, how much they pay? yet no man knows with what mind this demand was made; whether in a churlish grudging at Christ's immunity, or an awful compellation of the servant rather than the master.

Peter had it ready what to answer. I hear him not require their stay till he should go in and know his Master's resolution; but, as one well acquainted with the mind and practice of his Maker, he answers, Yes.

There was no truer paymaster of the king's dues, than he that was King of kings. Well did Peter know that he did not only give, but preach tribute. When the Herodians laid twigs for him, as supposing that so great a Prophet would be all for the liberty and exemption of God's chosen people, he choaks them with their own coin, and told them the stamp argued the right: "Give unto Cæsar the things that are Cæsar's."

O Saviour, how can thy servants challenge that freedom which thyself had not? Who, that pretends to be from thee, can claim homage from those to whom thou gavest it? If thou, by whom kings reign, forbearest not to pay tribute to a heathen prince, what power under thee can deny it to those that rule for thee?

That demand was made without doors. No sooner is Peter come in, than he is prevented by his Master's question, "What thinkest thou, Simon? of whom do the kings of the earth receive tribute? of their own children, or of strangers ?" This very interrogation was answer enough to that which Peter meant to move : he, that could thus know the heart, was not, in true light, liable to human exactions.

But, O Saviour, may I presume to ask, what this is to thee? Thou hast said, "My kingdom is not of this world; how doth it concern thee what is done by the kings of the earth, or imposed upon the sons of earthly kings? thou wouldst be the son of an humble virgin, and choosest not a royal state, but a servile. I dispute not thy natural right to the throne, by thy lineal descent from the loins of Judah and David: what should I plead that which thou wavest? It is thy divine royalty and sonship which thou here justly urgest; the argument is irrefragable and convictive. If the kings of the earth do so privilege their children, that they are free from all tributes and impositions, how much more shall the King of heaven give this immunity to his only and natural Son? so as in true reason, I might challenge an exemption for me and my train. Thou mightst, O Saviour, and no less, challenge a tribute of all the kings of the earth to thee, by whom all powers are ordained: reason cannot mutter against this claim; the creature owes itself, and whatsoever it hath, to the Maker, he owes nothing to it. "Then are the children free." He that hath right to all, needs not pay anything, else there should be a subjection in sovereignty, and men should be debitors to themselves. But this right was thine own peculiar, and admits no partners; why dost thou speak of children, as of more, and, extending this privilege to Peter, sayest, "Lest we scandalize them?" Was it for that thy disciples, being of thy robe, might justly seem interested in the liberties of their Master: surely no otherwise were they children, no otherwise free. Away with that fanatical conceit, which challenges an immunity from secular commands and taxes, to a spiritual and adoptive sonship: no earthly saintship can exempt us from tribute to whom tribute belongeth. There is a freedom, O Saviour, which our Christianity calls us to affect; a freedom from the yoke of sin and Satan, from the servitude of our corrupt affections we cannot be sons, if we be not thus free. O free thou us, by thy free Spirit, from the miserable bondage of our nature, so shall the children be free. But as, from these secular duties, no man is less free than the children; O Saviour, thou wert free, and wouldst not be so; thou wert free by natural right, wouldst not be free by voluntary dispensation. "Lest an offence might be taken." Surely had there followed

an offence, it had been taken only, and not given. "Woe be to the man by whom the offence cometh!" it cometh by him that gives it, it cometh by him that takes it, when it is not given: no part of this blame could have cleaved unto thee either way. Yet such was thy goodness, that thou wouldst not suffer an offence unjustly taken, at that which thou mightst justly have denied. How jealous should we be even of others' perils! how careful so to moderate our power in the use of lawful things, that our charity may prevent others' scandals! to remit of our own right for another's safety! O the deplorable condition of those wilful men, who care not what blocks they lay in the way to heaven, not forbearing, by a known lewdness, to draw others into their own damnation !

To avoid the unjust offence, even of very Publicans, Jesus will work a miracle. Peter is sent to the sea, and that not with a net, but with a hook. The disciple was now in his own trade. He knew a net might inclose many fishes, a hook could take but one: with that hook must be go angle for the tribute-money. A fish shall bring him a stater in her mouth; and that fish that bites first. What an unusual bearer is here! what an unlikely element to yield a piece of ready coin!

O that omnipotent power, which could command the fish to be both his treasurer to keep his silver, and his purveyor to bring it! Now whether, O Saviour, thou causedst this fish to take up that shekel out of the bottom of the sea, or whether by thine almighty word thou madest it in an instant in the mouth of that fish, it is neither possible to determine, nor necessary to inquire! I rather adore thine infinite knowledge and power, that couldst make use of unlikeliest means; that couldst serve thyself of the very fishes of the sea, in a business of earthly and civil employment. It was not out of need that thou didst this; though I do not find that thou ever affectedst a full purse. What veins of gold, or mines of silver, did not lie open to thy command? but out of a desire to teach Peter, that while he would be tributary to Cæsar, the very fish of the sea was tributary to him. How should this encourage our dependence upon that omnipotent hand of thine, which hath heaven, earth, sea, at thy disposing! Still thou art the same for thy members, which thou wert for thyself, the Head. Rather than offence shall be given to the world by a seeming neglect of thy dear children, thou wilt cause the very fowls of heaven to bring them meat, and the fish of the sea to bring them money. O let us look up ever to thee by the eye of our faith, and not be wanting in our dependence upon thee, who canst not be wanting in thy providence over us.

CONTEMPLATION XXIII-LAZARUS DEAD.

O THE wisdom of God in penning his own story! The disciple whom Jesus loved comes after his fellow-evangelists, that he might glean up those rich ears of history which the rest had passed over: that eagle soars high, and towers up by degrees. It was much to turn water into wine; but it was more to feed five thousand with five loaves. It was much to restore the ruler's son; it was more to cure him that had been

thirty-eight years a cripple. It was much to cure him that was born blind; it was more to raise up Lazarus that had been so long dead. As a stream runs still the stronger and wilder, the nearer it comes to the ocean whence it was derived; so didst thou, O Saviour, work the more powerfully the nearer thou drewest to thy glory. This was, as one of thy last, so of thy greatest miracles: when thou wert ready to die thyself, thou raisedst him to life who smelt strong of the grave. None of all the sacred histories is so full and punctual as this, in the report of all circumstances. Other miracles do not more transcend nature, than this transcends other miracles.

This alone was a sufficient eviction of thy Godhead, O blessed Saviour: none but an infinite power could so far go beyond nature, as to recall a man four days dead, from not a mere privation, but a settled corruption. Earth must needs be thine, from which thou raisest his body; heaven must needs be thine, from whence thou fetchest his spirit. None but he that created man, could thus make him new.

Sickness is the common preface to death; no mortal nature is exempted from this complaint; even Lazarus, whom Jesus loved, is sick. What can strength of grace or dearness of respect prevail against disease, against dissolution?

It was a stirring message that Mary sent to Jesus, "He whom thou ~ lovest is sick :" as if she would imply, that his part was no less deep in Lazarus than hers. Neither doth she say, He that loves thee is sick; but, "He whom thou lovest:" not pleading the merit of Lazarus's affection to Christ, but the mercy and favour of Christ to him. Even that other reflection of love had been no weak motive; for, O Lord, thou hast said, "Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him." Thy goodness will not be behind us for love, who professeth to love them that love thee. But yet the argument is more forcible from thy love to us, since thou hast just reason to respect every thing of thine own, more than ought that can proceed from us. Even we weak men, what can we stick at where we love? Thou, O infinite God, art love itself. Whatever thou hast done for us is out of thy love; the ground and motive of all thy mercies is within thyself, not in us, and if there be ought in us worthy of thy love, it is thine own, not ours; thou givest what thou acceptest. Jesus well heard the first groan of his dear Lazarus ; every short breath he drew, every sigh that he gave, that was upon account; yet this Lord of life lets his Lazarus sicken, and languish, and die; not out of neglect or impotence, but out of power and resolution. "This sickness is not to death." He to whom the issues of death belong, knows the way both into it and out of it. He meant that sickness should be to death, in respect of the present condition, not to death in respect of the event; to death, in the process of nature, not to death in the success of his divine power, "that the Son of God might be glorified thereby." O Saviour, thy usual style is the Son of Man; thou that wouldst take up our infirmities, wert willing thus to hide thy Godhead under the coarse weeds of our humanity; but here thou sayst, "That the Son of God might be glorified." Though thou wouldst hide thy divine glory, yet thou wouldst not smother it. Sometimes thou wouldst have thy sun break forth in bright gleams, to show that it hath no less light even while it seems kept in by thy clouds. Thou wert now near