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own breast might have caused us to exclaim, “Did not our hearts burn within us while He talked with us by the way?” Oh, then, may the Lord help us to sing
" Dear Jesus, let me lie and rest
Within Thy arms divine ;
-From an old Magacine.
" SUFFER THE WORD OF EXHORTATION.” ONE thing I shall earnestly request all the people of God into whose hands this shall fall—that now, at last, they will be persuaded to end all their unbrotherly quarrels and strifes among themselves, which have wasted so much precious time, decayed the vital spirit of religion, ... and increased and confirmed the atheism of the times, and now, at last, opened a breach at which the common enemy is ready to enter, and end the quarrel for us to our cost. On, put on, as the elect of God, bowels of mercies, and a strict charity and forbearance, if not for your own sakes, yet for the Church's sake!
I remember it is noted in our English history, as a very remarkable thing, that when the Severn overflowed part of Somersetshire, it was observed that dogs and hares, cats and rats, to avoid the common destruction, would swim to the next rising ground, and abide quietly together in that common danger without the least discovery of their natural antipathy.
The story applies itself; and oh, that Christians would everywhere depose their animosities—that the hearts of the fathers might be turned to the children, and the children to the fathers—lest God come and smite the earth with a curse! Oh, that you
would dwell more in your closets, and be more frequently and fervently upon your knees! Oh, that you would search your hearts more narrowly, and sift them more than ever, before the day pass as the chaff, and the Lord's fierce anger come upon you! Look into your Bibles, then into your hearts, and then to heaven, for a true discovery of your conditions; and, if this poor mite may contribute anything to that end, it will be a great reward of the unworthy labours of thy servant in Christ,
WE darken the cages of birds when we wish to teach them to sing. For the same reason, it may be, God sends dark shadows over the hearts and homes of His people. Affliction is God's “Hush !” bidding us be still and listen to Him.-Culross.
THE OLD SOLDIER AND THE RENT DAY. SOME years ago, there lived in a cold damp cellar an old soldier, who had lost one of his legs in fighting for his country. This, however, did not afflict him; no, nor yet his deep poverty, nor his damp, dark lodging. But his wife was ungodly, and this lay as a heavy burden on his heart. He had a trifling pension, which, with the scanty product of a mangle, scarcely sufficed for their maintenance. They had fifteen-pence per week to pay for the cellar, where rats ran over their wretched bed at night.
The simple faith and piety of the old soldier at once won my heart. I often visited him, to be refreshed and edified by his remarks while reading the Word of God to him.
One morning, the post brought me a letter from a friend to whom I had written about this aged couple, and, being much interested with their history, sent me five shillings for them, to be laid out as I might judge best. I set out at once to carry them the good news.
In vain, however, did I stand at the top of the dark stairs, and call aloud to Mrs. G- to open the door, that I might find my way down. It was of no use. She was scolding aloud, and was deaf to every other sound. I groped my way, and, making for the door, gave a loud rap, which soon brought Mrs. G's voice to a momentary hush, and an expression of regret that she had not heard me. I replied that I was greatly surprised and troubled to find her scolding so loudly. “It is enough to provoke a saint,” she said, " to see him go on as he does.' “Oh, don't trouble the lady with them things,” said her husband ; "let's have some of the words of God, for truly we need them this morning.”. Mrs. G—was not, however, to be so silenced ; she would give vent to her anger that swelled her breast.
I will relate her grievance in her own words: “Now, here's a man for you, ma'am, without a bit of care for his wife. The other day we had only one penny in the house, and I sent him to get us a bit of bread. But, instead of that, he goes and gives it away to a tramp he knows nothing of." The old soldier looked deeply grieved, and, addressing me, said, " There are two ways of telling every story;" and then, with much emotion, he gave me his version. It was very true. The penny was all he had, and be was proceeding to the baker's, when a travelling man, with his wife and three children, sitting on a door-step, arrested his attention. He found that, like himself, they were natives of Scotland, sick and hungry. He spoke to them words of consolation from the Bible, and found, to his joy, they were fellow-believers in the Lord Jesus. On parting, he slipped his penny, with a thankful heart, into the hand of his afflicted brother. It was not until he had
done so that he remembered, with dark forebodings, “What will my wife say
}" Here Mrs. G- interrupted him with an exclamation that “He must be a pretty husband who would rob his wife to give to a stranger.” “Let me finish,” said he; and
you shall see, ma'am, how the Lord returned the little offering tenfold.” He then went on to relate that, not daring to go back empty-handed, he walked up and down, asking the Lord to supply his need, not for himself
, for he was now no more hungry, but for his wife's sake. While walking to and fro, a gentleman inquired of him the way to the Post Office. The soldier offered to show him the way; and, while walking together, the gentleman entered into conversation with him, and asked if he were not old G— whom he had known years ago. G-replied that he was, upon which the gentleman put a shilling into his hand, and bade him God speed. “Now," added this old Christian, “is not our Master true to His word ? and does He not bless a hundredfold all we do for His sake ? "
I was deeply touched with this narrative, and felt solemnly impressed with the fact of God's individual providence, and with the wondrous links in the great chain of life which reveal, to those who look for them, the unceasing care and love of Jesus for His people. I recalled to mind also, the letter I had received this morning, so I inquired what was their present trouble. Here Mrs. G once more broke forth in complaints. The landlady had demanded their rent by twelve o'clock that day, as she had a payment to make up. They had but a few half-pence in the house, and the old woman was for hastening off her husband with some things from the mangle, which would bring them sixpence more.
“But I could not get him to go,” exclaimed she ; 6 for he said he must first ask the Lord; so, instead of doing as I bade him, there he has been sitting over the Bible; and, as if he had not lost time enough already, he must needs go down on his knees, and all my shaking and scolding him could not get him up till just before you came, and now it is within half an hour of twelve.”
Old G I should have observed, was standing with his stick and hat in hand, and a bundle under his arm, when I came in, as if ready to go out. “How much do you owe?” I inquired. “ Just five shillings,” replied she. “It's fifteen-pence a week, as you know, ma'am; and it is just four weeks last Saturday.” I said nothing, but opened the letter. I read to her that portion which related to her husband, and then gave him the five shillings' worth of stamps.
It was a moment never to be forgotten. The old man stood speechless with joy, with his beaming eyes lifted up in sweet thankfulness to his heavenly Father; while Mrs. G-sank down upon a chair, and, covering her face with her hands, wept tears of shame and sorrow. “ May God forgive me!” said she. “I am a wicked woman! Yes, I see it all now. I didn't believe it, but it is just as G read it out of that very Bible, not half an hour back, "Before they call I will answer. Oh, I didn't believe it! I didn't believe it ! May God forgive me !” God's love had at last melted her stubborn heart, and the overpowering sense of the fact, “ Thou God seest me," made her tremble with fear for her unbelief.
From this time a brighter day began to dawn upon old G-'s night of sorrow. His wife, so long the hinderer of his peace, and the object of his agonizing intercession, would now often sit by his side when he read the Bible, which had become more needful to him than his daily bread; accompany him to church and the weekly service; and, when I left the parish, I had the comfort of believing that this work in her heart was the work of the Holy Spirit.-Gospel Magazine, 1860.
“UNTO YOU WHICH BELIEVE HE IS PRECIOUS."
How sweet and precious is the place
LEONARD KEYSER, who was burned at Scherding, in 1527, as a Protestant, when he came near to the stake, exclaimed, as he looked at the crowd, “Behold the harvest! Oh, Master, send forth Thy labourers !'
“I WILL BE AS THE DEW UNTO ISRAEL." MY DEAR BROTHER,—It is a long time since any communication passed between us, and no doubt you sometimes wonder how I am getting on, and I am sure you will be glad to hear from me again.
Changes have taken place since we heard from one another, and I am not even certain where you may now be stationed, although I heard from one and another of your leaving L
but I have not heard particulars. I trust that an abundant measure of the favour of our God has accompanied you to the sphere of your present labours, wherever that may be, and that you are permitted to see fruit to gladden the heart.
As for me, I have been blessed, I may say, abundantly above my most sanguine expectation-above all I had dared to hope for.
Just two years ago, an extraordinary work began almost simultaneously at one of my stations and one of Mr. H-~'s (my colleague). It began with distinct blessing in our own souls. “I am come that they might have life ”—we had the life—“and that they might have it more abundantly”—we were blessed with an increase of spiritual life.
To speak of myself, although a converted and saved character, and seeing some genuine fruit from my preaching, I was feeling far from satisfied. I was conscious that my testimony was marred by much failure in my own life and work. I longed for “the victory that overcometh the world,” and cried to the Lord that He would show me how I might be uniformly victorious over besetting temptations.
One day, while on my knees before God, the words came strongly into my mind,"I am the Way."' I thought I had always understood that Christ was the Way, but now I felt there was far more in these words than I had ever grasped. But how to get the advantage of Christ being the way so as to be helped out of the trouble I was in was my difficulty.
I went on for about a week longer, and then a tract fell into my hands, ' entitled, “ Abiding in Christ.”. It proved to be “
"a word in season” to one who was feeling much discouraged. It said, “Abide in Me” was not merely a command—it was equally a promise-a promise that Christ would be our abiding-place, where we might dwell, and walk, and lie down in quietness and rest of soul. But the entrance into this hiding-place was by faith. Faith alone could take that mighty step out of self into Christ, and by faith alone could we abide there. Very simple this may seem, but it was just what I felt I wanted ; and then and there I was enabled to draw near to God afresh, and to ask Him to make me feel that my abiding in Christ was a reality,