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onade. I tell you it looked good to me. She
saw me eying it, stopped a minute, looked
doubtfully at me, and finally came to my side.
'You looked as if you wanted something to
drink,' she said, and offered me the glass. It
wasn't quite the square thing to do, but I took
it and handed it back to her empty. It was like
nectar to me. Then I thanked the little creature
and sent her away. Soon after, just like
every child, she came back, leading her mother
to see the poor soldier. It was my wife, and the
girl was the baby whom I had last seen as a
baby but just born. Yo\i can't imagine the reunion.
Thev were with mv brother's flamilv
and happened to be going down the river. That
was the only time during the four year's fighting
that I saw my wife and baby; and, under
these circumstances, what msan would ever forget
it?"?Watchword.
SAVED.
"Thy faith has saved theej go in peace."
Saved! This poor shame-soiled sin-ruined
thing, that the Pharisee would have thrust
out of his house into the street?Saved. Never to
go back any more to her old life! An heir of
heaven now destined to walk the heavenly streets
ill white! There is an old legend that Mohammed
once in passing along the way touched a
plant of mallows, and it became a geranium, and
has ever since been a geranium, pouring fragrance
everywhere.
. .No matter about the legend, but Christ did
something more wonderful the day of our story.
He touched this sinful soul, and it was transformed
into beauty. That woman has been in
glory eighteen centuries. That is what Christ
does for every one who creeps to His feet in
penitence and faith. Peace comes with the forgivness.
There could be no peace until she
was forgiven. No one has any right to be at
peace while the guilt of sins remains uncancelled.
But when Christ has forgiven us, we
should be at peace. "Why, or of what should we
then be afrtaid?
What is there for us to fear in this world or
the next? There is a story of one in the olden
days who had committeed a capital crime. He
was the King's friend and favorite; and when
his trial came on, although the case went sore
against him he manifested no fear. The evidence
accumulated, there was no loophole of
escape from conviction. His friend had no
hope, yet they marveled at his calmness. He
was at perfect peace. He was convicted, and
was about to be sentenced, still, there was in his
features no trace of alarm.
At the last moment the secret was revealed.
He drew from his bosom a paper and handed it
to the judge. It was the King's pardon. With
that in his possession he had no cause for fear.
And with our King's pardon, no matter how
guilty we are, we have no need to be afraid, and
may be at peace.?J. R. Miller.
DOUBT AND FAITH.
Mr. Spurgeon tells of himself, that one day
he told his people that he had just come out
of some doubts. One of the elders of his
church sail to him:
"Mr. Spurgeon, why didn't you tell them that
yon had been swearing that you had an awful
time blaspheming?"
"Oh, I couldn't tell such a thing."
"If you had, would you have got up and told
them ?''
"No sir, I never could have told that on myec'f
"
"You might just as well. I would like to
know if doubting is just as dishonoring to God
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PRESBYTERIAN OF THE ft <
Mr. Spurgeon said he thought the elder was
was right. Yet people seem to think it a good
deal of virtue to doubt, and they praise it, and
tell about their doubts. And it is doubts, doubts
all the time. If God says a thing, that is
enough. When the Lord bids us to come
we want to walk right out; and let the devil
come and east his insinuations, and task us
"How do you know that is true?" we want
to say, "Christ says it." that is enough. If that
pl<ank don't hold, what will "
There was a man converted in my native
town, and ! was telling him we wanted to start
an association there, and get all the young
Christians together, and we did not want any
man to join that association that did not believe
in that Bible from back to back. This
young convert spoke out, calling me by name,
"That is right, Dwight. If that hitching post
don't hold, none will." I think the old farmer
had it. If the Lord's Word don't hold us
what will? If we cannot feed on God's Word,
what can we feed on ? If we can't walk on the
promises of the Lord, what can we walk on?"?
Moody.
WHAT WE CAN.
Who was that French boy who made his servant
wake him every morning with the cry:
"Rise, Monsieu le Comte, you have great things
to do today "'?We may be sure that the call
drove him every day to do things for which the
world was better and happier.
Why fihould not each one of us waken remembering
that though the new day may give
us no chance for splendid achievement, there
will be plenty of chances in it to give to our
neighbors fun, courage, or strength?
"But" argues one girl, who has neither beauty,
.health, nor social position to give her influence,
"what can I do to make the world better
and happier?"
A woman living a few years ago in a miserable
little village planted in front her house a
flower garden. When her neighbors crowded
around to admire it she persuaded them to do
likewise. She gave them seeds, she helped them
to dig and weed, she kept up the work until
they achieved success and were able to send
flowers to the county fair. The poor spirited
women in other villages became wise in seeds
and bulbs instead of scandalous gossip. The
men, for shame, cleaned and drained the streets.
The little woman is dead and forgotten, but her
work will be a help to many generations.
An Eton boy, Quintin Hogg, appalled by
the misery of a mighty, dreadful London, got
a barrel and ia board, a couple of candles and
some old books, and started a school at night,
under London Bridge. He had two wharf rats
as lirst scholars. When he died hundreds of
thousands of poor men put a black band on their
arms. They had been trained in the many polytechnic
schools which had grown out of the barrel
and boards?not only in Great Britain but
in her colonies as well.
In short, we may be sure, when we waken each
morning, that God has filled our hands with
good seeds, which, if we plant them, will go on
yielding fruit throughout the ages.
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poor?God sent you into this world, as he has
sent every other human being, to help the men
and women in it, to make them better and
happier. If you don't do that, no matter what
your powers may be, you are merely lumber, a
worthless bit of the world's furniture. A stradivarius,
if it hangs dusty and dumb upon the
wall, is not of as much real vafhe as a kitchen
poker which is used.?Ex.
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COMPENSATION IN HEAVEN. ^ 1
It will not take long for God to make up to
you in the next world for all you have suffered
in this. As you enter Heaven He may say:
"Give this man one of those towered and colonnaded
palaces on that ridge of Gold overlooking
the Sea of Glass. Give this woman a home
among those amaranthine "blooms and between
those fountains tossing the everlasting sunlight.
Give her a couch canopied with rainbows to pay
her for all the fatigues of wifehood, and motherhood,
and housekeeping, from which she had
no rest for forty years. Give these newly arriv
ed souls from earth the costliest things and roll
to their door the grandest chariots, and hang
on their walls the sweetest harps that ever reponded
to singers seranhic. Give to them
ranture on rapture, celebration on celebration,
jubilee on jubilee, heaven on heaven. They
bad a bard time on earth enminer a livelihood,
or nursing sick children, or waiting or querulous
old age, or battling falsehoods that were
told about them, or were compelled to work after
thev had got short-breathed, and rheumatic,
and dim-sighted. Chamberlains of heaven, keepof
the Twiner's robe, banoueters of eternal
royalty, make up to them a hundredfold, a thousandfnlil
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swaddling clothes to shroud, and let all those
who, whether on the hills or in the temples, or
on the thrones or on Jasper wall, were helped
and sanctified and prepared for this heavenly
realm by trial and pain, stand up and wave
their scepters!" And I looked, and behold!
nine-tenths of the ransomed rose to their feet,
and nine-tenths of the scepters swayed to and
fro in the light of the sun that never sets, and
then 1 understood better than before that trouble
comes for beneficent purpose, and that on the
coldest nights the aurora is brightest in the
northern heavens.?T. De Witt Talmage.
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A GREAT TEXT.
A young ntan felt "called to preach," and
gave out his text, "Behold the Lamb of God,
which taketh (away the sin of the world." He
could go no further; all that he intended to say
went from him, and all that he could do was to
repeat the above Scripture, which he did agiain
and again, with quivering lip in trembling tones,
and the tears running down his cheeks. At
l'ast he managed to say, "Friends, I thought I
could preach, but I cannot, 'Behold the Lamb
of God, who taketh away the sin of the world.'''
The Holy Spirit so carried that Scripture home
that many in that congregation were moved to
tears, and all felt the power of the truth. Let
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God is here, Sin is here, Hell is here, Justice is
here, Law is here, Salvation is here and Love
is here. This question takes us up to the
throne of God; it carries us to the lowest hell and
its forsaken (inhabitants; it reaches back into
the past eternity and the council of the Godhead
about tbe salvation of man; it leads us on
to the coming eternity, and the bliss of the ransomed;
it bids us see the sinfulness of sin; it
tells us what God thinks of sin; it points to the
intensity of the sufferings of Christ; it reVPfllfi
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God; and it shows us the righteousness of God,
that He can by no means clear the guilty.?Ex.
Cheered by the presence of God, I will do at
each moment, without anxiety, according to the
strength which he shall give me, the work that '
his providence assigns me. I will leave the
rest without concern; it is not my affair.?Penelon'Jr