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all. “ 'Tis strange, ’tis passing strange, 'tis wonderful”! Yet, so it is. He has no greater delight than in saving us, and in bringing us to glory. Shall we not praise him ? Do not our hearts say within themselves, “ What shall I do, my Saviour, to praise? Wherewithal shall I crown his head ? How shall I show forth my gratitude to him who found such delight in serving me ?” Beloved, may the love of God be shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Spirit which is given to us.

Let every flying hour confess
We bring the gospel fresh renown;
And when our lives and labours cease

May we possess the promised crown. From this day forth may it be our meat and drink is to do the will of him that sent us, and to finish his work.

I leave the text with you, my brethren in Christ, and may God give you grace practically to carry out its meaning. I leave it with you, ye unconverted, and may it be as cords of love to draw you to Jesus, Christ and his shall be the praise for ever and ever. Amen.

Trial of Godless Caorldlyman.



T CHANCED one day to enter the Court of Conscience, where I witnessed I the trial of a notorious prisoner, Godless Worldlyman. The court was occupied in every corner with a crowd of thoughts and memories, who looked on and approved or condemned as the trial proceeded. (Rom. ii. 15.) The judge was there seated on the bench; at the table before him sat the recorder and the pleader Emmauuel; on either side were ranged the officers of the 'court. Conviction had charge of the prisoner, and the executioner Justice stood sword in hand.

Worldlyman being placed at the bar the clerk read the indictment, to the effect that the prisoner had broken the laws of the king, had withdrawn himself from his service, entertained the king's enemies, and had induced others to do the Vike. The prisoner pleaded not guilty; and the judge ordered that the witnesses should be called

First came those on the prisoner's side. Lightheart stepped into the box and said the prisoner was an excellent and harmless man, had committed neither theft nor murder, had never done harm to anyone, and was acknowledged te wear a respectable character ; that his motto had been a short life and a merry one, that every one must sow his wild oats, and no sensible man would condemn a little harmless mirth.

Lightheart stepped down and the next witness was called. His name was Never profess. He said, as to the charge against the prisoner of having thrown off his allegiance to the king, it was beside the mark, for he had never made any profession of allegiance; he did not see how he could be blamed for not doing what he never professed to do. The judge remarked that this only made the prisoner's guilt the greater.

The next witness was Longface, whose evidence was to the effect that the prisoner lived in Hypocrite Alley, not many doors from himself ; that he was & good mau, never known to smile; had always been grave, demure, solemn; and

the man who could pick a hole in his character must be of a thankless disposition indeed. The judge said this witness and Lightheart did not agree, and that a gloomy manner did not make a good man.

Formalist was the next witness. The prisoner was well known to him ; he had always been regular in churchgoing, he went through the mud, he closed his eyes during prayer. He read a chapter every day, he never went to bert without first kneeling, and when he lose he knelt again unless he had overslept himself. A man so religious he was sure could never be proved guilty of the charges laid against him. The judge said, “ They draw near to me with their lips, but their heart is far from me."

The next witness was named Charity. He testified that Worldlyman had been known to give his old boots and cast-off'clothes to the poor, that his namo might be seen in large letters in many subscription lists, and he believed that though he had acted imprudently in a few trifling matters, as the indictment said, the judge would in consideration of his charitable disposition, and reinembering that charity covers a multitude of sips, acquit him. To which the judge said, “ Charity bides from a man the faults of his friend, but almsgiving does not conceal a man's sins from God."

The witnesses on the other side were then called. Tne first was Homepiety who had nothing good to say of the prisoner. Formalist, said he, had described him as a demure and saintly man, but this was the mask he wore abroad; at home the mask was laid aside. It was said of him that he was a saint abroad and a devil at home, and this was true. He had constantly broken the fifth commandment.

Honest came next. He said the prisoner was accustomed to charge more than the true value for his goods, that he was always ready to take an unjust advantage, that his weights and measures were false, so that though be might never have picked pockets and prowled the highways as a robber, he was guilty of breaking the eighth law of the king.

Next Hatenot was called. He said the prisoner had indulged in hatred and malevolent passions, that he had wished those who displeased him dead and lying in the grave, and this came under the sentence of the law book, “ Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer.”

Holyday next appeared and said, that the choicest means of grace had been misused by the prisoner, that he had considered God's worship a weariness and had snuffed at it, that he had abused the gospel, had made holy things an occasion of more sin, and had broken thus the fourth commandment.

Purespeech bore witness that the prisoner had indulged in blasphemy, in cursing and swearing, and in taking God's name in vain, for all which ho would not be held guiltless.

Cleanheart said he had fostered impure imaginations, and though he ventured not upon the sins themselves, yet the delighting in this impurity of heart was the breach of the seventh commandinent.

Last came Love-God. He said, "My Lord, had the prisoner been innocent of these things, he could not be acquitted; for the first and great commandment has never been fulfilled by him, “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart and with all thy mind and with all thy soul and with all thy strength.'"

The prisoner was asked if he had anything to say. He blushed and wept, and when he could control his grief he cried with sighs: “My Lord, I am guilty. Every word of the accusation is true, and more. I have broken the laws and rebelled against God. I am undone and deserve to die; but, O my Lord, mercy! I cry mercy.”.

The judge assumed the black cap, and said, “ The soul that sinneth, it shall die. Justice, take the prisoner.”

When Justice laid hold of the prisoner, the pleader Emmanuel rose, and said, “Stay thy sword." He turned to the judge, and said, “ Pity the prisoner and spare him." The judge replied, “The law knows no pity." Emmanuel spoke

again : “My Father, the prisoner is thy creature, made in thine image, my heart yearns towards bim. I cannot see him die. Let the sword of Justice enter into my soul. I will die for the sinner; my life shall go for his."

The Court was struck with deep silence. The prisoner stood amazed, his eyes riveted on the prince, for he could see no one else. The rest looked at the judge, wondering what turn things would now take.

The judge rose and addressed the prisoner. “Since thou art tried and found guilty, sentence is passed on thee : but my Son has offered his life for thine. Be it so. I accept the substitute. Die, O Emmanuel, and thou, O sinner, live."

A burst of emotion sounded through the Court. The divine prince rose and delivered himself to the executioner, and was led to death.

As for the prisoner, I have since heard that he is a new man, that he can think of none but Emmanuel, that he often weeps in secret at the memory of him, and that there is not a man on earth who has so great a love as he for the prince who bled and died on his behalf. And I am not surprised.

Dr. Cuyler.*

M HE little eighteenpenny books, now being circulated in this country, by

1 Dr. Cuyler are deservedly becoming popular favourites. The doctor well understands the power of short sentences; and good things, strikingly put, abound in his pleasant pages. The Empty Crib, is a biography of a norel kind, its subject being an infant who died when five years of age. Many a bereaved mother will thank the American doctor for what is a gem of its kind, but for our own part we do not see particularly much in it, except its tenderness. The book was written while the author was learning a lesson in quietness before God, and few will complete the perusal without tears. We now give a selection of estracts from the little works of our esteemed friend.

MAKING MONEY AND PAYING THE FARE. One man, for example, is entirely absorbed in making money. When this becomes a greedy appetite, the money-lover must pay for it with daily anxiety and worry, and he runs the fearful risk of being eaten up with covetousness. A greed for wealth grows with years. When the rich miser of New York tottered out into the street at fourscore, and a friend asked him how he felt, the old miser replied eagerly, “I feel better to day; stocks are up." Ah! what a fare that old millionaire had to pay for travelling farther and faster than others on the road to wealth! It shrivelled up his very soul. Gold may be a useful servant, but it is a cruel master. It is not easy to own it without its owning us. When one man makes it a rich blessing to others, thousands make it the ruin of their souls. Love of money drew Lot to the fertile valley of Sodom, and he “ paid the fare thereof," in the destruction of his family. Lore of money made Gehazi a knave: he “paid the fare” in an incurable leprosy. Love of money was one of the two sins for which Judas paid with the suicide's rope, and everlasting infamy. No man can make money safely and wisely, unless he holds his earnings as a trust from God. What would it profit you to win the wealth of an empire, if you should pay for it the price of your undying soul? “What shall a man give in exchange for his soul?"—Heart Thoughts.

* Heart Thoughts. By Theodore L. Cuyler, D.D. (Hodder & Stoughton.)
Heart Life. By Theodore L. Cuyler, D.D. (Hodder & Stoughton)
Heart Culture. By Theodore L. Cuyler, D.D. (Hodder & Stoughton.)

The Empty Crib. A Memorial of Little Georgie. With words of consolation for Bereaved Parents. By Theo. L. Cuyler, D.D. With Introductory Letter by Rev. Newman Hall, LL.B. (Dickenson and Higham.)

PLAYING WITH FIRE. Perhaps we may discover that some very respectable people are often very destructive incendiaries. If I invite a group of young men in my house to surround a card table, I may simply design to furnish them an hour's amusement. But perhaps a lust for gambling may be latent in some young man's breast, and I may quicken it into life by my offer of a temptation. There is a fire in that pack of cards! And I deliberately place that fire amid the inflammable passions of that youthful heart. On me rests the consequences of the act, as well as upon him I lead into temptation. The motive does not alter the result by one iota.

“For evil is wrought by want of thought,
As well as by want of heart.”

A TOTAL ECLIPSE. At four o'clock we stood in the door-yard of my friend, with smoked glass in hand; and as one of us was watching the blazing sun, he exclaimed, There she comes !" When a boy I had read of this very eclipse, and of the moment when it should begin. It did begin at the precise second predicted forty years ago! Such is the punctuality of the truth-keeping God. And will he not be equally faithful in keeping his spiritual promises? “Wherefore dost thou doubt?” The shadow came over the sun gradually-even as I have seen the shadow of a growing sin leap over a bright Christian character. The landscape around us began to look yellowish and ghastly. The grass seemed to be getting sick. Over the trees played a weird, lurid light, and every leaf bung perfectly motionless. “Oh! see how queer those flowers look! And those currant bushes! It looks as if nature was getting the jaundice!" An odd thought ; and yet I do not know of any other idea that would more truly describe nature's ghastly hue. ... “ TOTAL !" we all exclaimed together. In an instant, in the twinkling of an eye, came down an awful shadow as of a black wing, filling the whole heavens. It was ineffably frightful. Coleridge's lines flashed into my mind in a moment :

“The sun's rim dips : the stars rush out;

With one stride comes the dark." To the north the horizon was dyed with a rich orange hue. But above us and around us the air seemed to be filled with fine black particles. It was so dark that I could not recognise a countenance a hundred yards off; and yet it was not the darkness of an ordinary evening. It was the darkness of death! Above a group of trees before us a flock of birds flew wildly to and fro, as if panicstricken. A couple of cows went lowing past the gate-the only sound in the awful stillness. Just over the fence, a half-dozen chickens had composed themselves to roost in a cherry tree. A dozen stars were twinkling in various parts of the heavens. The air was still as midnight. . . . At two minutes after five, as we stood gazing on the black orb, with its magnificent corona, a flash of golden light burst forth from the northern limb. It was the inost thrilling instant I ever knew, and the most splendid spectacle I ever witnessed. As if God said, “Let there be light !" a sheaf of dazzling rays burst forth in a twinkling! The whole sky lightened instantaneously. Methought that "the sons of God" must have seen something like this when on Creation's morn the first flood of radiance broke on black chaos at the almighty Voice. He spake and it was done! “Thou makest darkness, and it is night!“Thou coverest thyself with light as with a garment!" —Heart Life.

CONTENTMENT. Look at your mercies with both eyes ; and at your troubles and trials with only half an eye. Study contentment. In these days of inordinate greed and self-indulgence, keep down the accursed spirit of grasping. What they don't have makes thousands wretched. Keep at some work of usefulness.

Work for Christ brings heart-health. Keep your heart's window always open towards heaven. Let the blessed light of Jesus' countenance shine in. It will turn tears into rainbows.Heart Culture.

QUETNESS BEFORE GOD. Quietness under God's discipline is simply the willingness to let God have his own way. It is ready to go where he sends us, to bear what he lays upon us, to sit still just where he places us. Why should we try to get away from his blessed discipline? When you would fill a vessel with water from a hydrant or a rain spout, you do not remove the vessel waile the stream is pouring in. It is filled by sitting still. And if God's storms are filling your heart with heaven-descended graces, why should you seek to move away from beneath its blessed outpour? If God is refining your heart, why seek to be taken out of the furnace. We have seldom Diet with a finer illustration of this grace than was presented by an aged lady, who after a busy life of doing good, was at length laid upon her bed, pain-worn and helpless. A good minister went to see her, and asked if, after her active habits, she did not find her confinement hard to bear. “No sir," said she ; “not at all. When 1 was well, I used to hear the Lord say, day by day, · Betty, do this, and do that,' and I used to do it as well as I could. But now I hear him say, "Betty, lie still and cough.'" Which of these two acts of obedience was the more difficult to perform, we leave our readers to testify from their own experience.The Empty Crib.

THE DEATH OF GEORGIE. .... He looked up to his mother, and his nurse Nanie, and whispered “ Does Jesus love me? What will Jesus say to me when he sees me?" We flattered ourselves with the vain hope that he might survive until the next day, and accordingly I left him, to fulfil a most important pulpit engagement. The little fellow kissed his hand to me, and his feeble w Good-bye!" were about the last words that ever fell from his lips. The agonising convulsions presently came on; and soon after sunset, our glorious boy lay cold and silent on his pillow. Our Sabbath evening was his bright and endless Sabbath morn.-Ibid.


UNBELIEF is of various kinds. It is also bad, worse, or worst, according U to the motive from which it springs.

The worst kind of unbelief is that which grows out of a bad life. There are men who, having in youth broken through all restraint, followed their evil passions, become mixed up and enamoured with worldly pursuits, blunted all their finer feelings, and in general rendered themselves hard, callous, brutish, and reckless, find it most convenient to become sceptics. Nothing is more natural. If I have defied the laws of God all my life, and as a consequence, have laid myself open to just punishment, how soothing it will be if I can persuade myself that there will be no punishment. If I have allowed my body to become the abode of all that is bad, and shut out from my nature all that would make me fit for heaven-how consoling if I can persuade myself that there is no heaven!

What a fool a wicked ool is! With what calmness does he shut his eyes to the inevitable! The wild ostrich of the desert, when hunted, is said to hide her head in a bush or in the sand, and shutting out from her view her pursuer she imagines that because she can't see him he can't see her. She could do no better thing to ensure her destruction! When punishment is dogging the steps of the sinner, hanging over him, ready to drop upon and crush him, will

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