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He listened, and a happy smile
"All helpless I as when you found
A friend came by and saved me then,
"He saved me from the raging fire,
"Your name is Fred, you say; and yours?"
"His name was Jesus. Yes, you know
"He saves from evil's deadly curse,
"For we are doubly doomed; God's law
"He takes away the sinner's guilt
And makes the spirit whole.
'Why was I safe when me you placed Upon the spot burnt bare?"
"Why," cried the trapper, "just because There was no fuel there.
"'Twas burnt already. When the flames
There was not there a single blade
"'Tis even so, my soul is safe
Because the flames swept Calvary
"The fires of justice and of wrath
Can never touch the Christ again,
"Once did they rage there in their might, But now can come no more:
They pass us by, we only hear
"Why," said the trapper, "this beats all; I'd rather go to church;
I half wish now we'd gone away
"Just go to sleep, my friend," he said;
"I don't believe that talk
Is good for you. Fred, keep your watch,
The missionary held his peace,
"And take just for an hour or so
"Speak on, my mate, but not too much; I do not feel alarm
On my account, but you still weak
May do yourself some harm."
He spoke again of Jesus Christ,
Friend, you are growing old;
"And can't live very long on earth,
Not very long at best,
And some place then your soul will need Of refuge and of rest.
"That's all. Now you may take your walk, I've nothing more to say."
Nor said he more of Christ on that
Until he left the place where he
And looking back, "Not thus I quit
Nor will He ever leave me who
"Fred and friend Rufus, different ways
There's one way yonder (pointing up);
He waved his hand, we parted then,
That night as we lay down to sleep,
"The Lord's prayer when a little child
It is so long ago.
"So long ago since any prayer
Fell from these lips of mine,
That now, when I would like to pray,
I do not know a line."
I told him of the publican
Who was from sin set free,
And that his prayer was this, "O God,
That is how sinners need to pray,
For here's another prayer:
'Tis in the Psalms, the cry of one
"After Thy loving-kindness, Lord,
For Thy compassion's great; blot out
I heard him muttering words of prayer
I heard him when the daybreak came,
Asking for mercy of the Lord,
And praying that although so late
For days 'twas thus with him, and oft
He bade me teach him hymns and psalms,
And there was gladness in his voice,
The season passed, we were to part;
On travelling westward till he reached
"I wish to go," the old man said,
I wish to tell him that his Friend
"Our paths are different upon earth,
But Fred, my lad, there's but one path,
He raised his voice and cried "Farewell,"
In clear full notes, a hymn of praise,
'Twas of Jerusalem his home,
In silence in the West.
Still seemed there echo of his words,
I know it now-that way is Christ;
Save by the hearing of the ear,
O, friend, who hath my story read,
There is no one but that same Christ
Pray unto Him the sinner's prayer
Ask Him for pardon of your sin,
To tread the heavenward path, trust Him,
For He will lead you in the way
Will wash you white as snow.
R. R. THOM. Author of 'Little Will,' &c.
No Spending Money.
OOR John Brunton had always been in the habit of looking at the dark side of things, and he was now in great trouble.
After forty years' faithful service with the same master, he had been thrown out of work. Mr. Pollard, whom he had served so long, was an upholsterer, and John had been his foreman.
This is how it happened that John was out of employment. Mr. Pollard had retired from business. Before retiring, however, he had given John the first offer of it,