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“Come, sinner, come,” they seem to say,
« Come to the house of God: Weep o'er thy sins, and learn to pray,
And hearken to his Word.
Those willing to be free
From sin and misery.
Whence purest waters flow, And bursts a never-failing tide,
To wash thee white as snow. “ Hear of a Spirit's heavenly aid
To guide thy wayward will,
Thy soul with peace to fill.
Where thousand ills betide; Hear of a brighter, happier land,
Where thou mayest safe abide.
Points to sad Calvary's hill:
To shun the future ill.
There be thy pardon sealed; Thyself a child of heaven owned,
Thy soul's diseases healed.
Come, and from sin be free;
That cross was borne for THEE!
Fall on thy listening ear,
Dispelling all thy fear."
With holier steps be trod,
When thou shalt meet thy God.
Thyself most vile confess,
Thy Saviour's righteousness."
J. W. B.
GLEANINGS. BE NOT SUSPICIOUS.-One thing they are known. Then indeed they you will learn fast enough in the will perceive that all things worked world, for it is potent in such teach- together for their good," and tended ing--that is, to be suspicious. Oh! to promote that end for which they cast from you for ever the hateful were designed, even their sanctificalesson. Men do not think how much tion and the meetening them for of their innocency they are laying the inheritance of the saints in light. down, when they assume a clothing Prayer lets ont trouble and brings whose texture is guile. Beware of this mock protection ; for you can If you have an enemy, act kindly hardly use it without practising de- to him, and make him your friend. ceit. I do not ask you to trust al. You may not win him over at once, ways; but I would have you think but try again. Let one kindness be well of men until you find them followed by another, till you hare otherwise. When you are once de- compassed your ends. By little and ceived, either by an acted or a spoken little, great things are completed. falsehood, trust that person no more. I had it once laid down to me as an
“Water falling day by day, axiom by a very dear friend-and
Wears the hardest rock away." am so satisfied of the precept's truth Fight hard against a hasty temper. as to make it a rule of
my life that
There is many a wounded heart are looking at your own image when without a contrite spirit. The ice you see so much vileness in your may be broken into a thousand neighbour's face. How much better pieces—it is ice still. But expose it might not we ourselves become, if to the beams of the Sun of righteous: we used more largely to others that ness, and then it will melt. blessed charity which thinketh no Give not thy tongue too great a evil !
liberty, lest it take thee prisoner, AFFLICTION.-The testimony of A word unspoken
is, like the sword all Christians who have been tried in the scabbard, thine; if vented by afflictions is the same. They all, thy sword is in another's
hand. If when their troubles are past, can thou desire to be held wise, be so look, and say, “It well.” And wise as to hold thy tongue. some few have grace given them to say so even while the rod is yet are the sweets which destroy the chastening them. Even then they mind's appetite for its heavenly can see the “need be” for every food; poverty, disgrace, and pain, stroke, and can rejoice in their hearts are the bitters which restore it. as well as in their blessings--saying OPINION OF OTHERS. If any with the Psalmist, “Thy rod and slight thee, be neither dejected nor thy staff, they comfort me.” But provoked; and do not value men if they cannot thus feel at the very according to their esteem of the time of endurance, hereafter but according to their true worth. doubt they will be able to trace all MEMORY TOO RETENTIVE OF the good way in which the Lord their Evil.-Our memories, as corrupted God has led them, and will find that by the fall, are like those ponds where not one thing has failed them of all the frogs live but the fish die. he had on
TERS.-He who thinks to save any glorious presence of their God and thing by his religion, besides his Šaviour, and will then know even as soul, will be a loser in the end.
In the Middlesex House of Correction, at Cold Bath Fields, from nine hundred to one thousand prisoners are on an average nightly locked up within its walls, and from seven thousand to eight thousand persons are annually subjected to its discipline; out of which vast number, according to the statements of the learned judges, from five to six thousand must have been addicted to strong drink. Here then we have
an experiment upon a large scale. The Under the Acts of Parliament which
regulate prison discipline, no prisoner is allowed strong drink during his confinement, except as a medicine in illness, and for which he must have the sanction of the medical officer of the prison. How, then, stands the practical fact? We know that in that prison are to be found the high, the low, the rich, the poor. Both sexes-male and female ; all ages. Persons from all quarters of the globe, of every hue and every variety of constitution—the black Ethiopian, the tawny Canadian, the sallow Turk, and the fair Saxon. Whatever their previous indulgences, from that hour, and during their whole period of imprisonment, they become by the law of the land waterdrinkers ; and not one instance has yet been known of this sudden change to total abstinence producing the slightest ill effect upon the present health or future constitutions of the prisoners; on the contrary, scarcely one enters the prison who does not improve in health during the confinement, and this too in spite of the depressed state of feeling, which a sense of shame and degradation naturally creates in many—the painful change of circumstances, the seclusion from all social intercourse with relatives and friends, the hard labour enjoined as the penalty of their va. rious offences, and, worse than all, the horrors of prison association.
WHAT CAN RECLAIM DRUNKARD ?-It was winter; and on the morning of a Sabbath-day, while the storm raged without, and the cold wind whistled in at every
crevice, a drunkard saw his family around him destitute of necessary comforts, and even without the means of kindling a fire. They had been reduced to this condition by his intemperance. He had long withstood the expostulations of the Tract-visiter ; and although, years before, when death was staring him in the face, he promised to reform, he resumed his evil indulgence when restored to health. Neither the entreaties of his suffering wife nor the cries of hungry children had softened his heart; trouble had succeeded trouble, and now all around was sadness in the drunkard's dwelling. Thus the day commenced. The Tract-visiter was a married lady, and she no sooner became acquainted with the circumstances of the unhappy family, than she named them to her husband. “It is lawful to do well on the Sabbath-day," and soon the wants of the destitute were supplied. As the gentleman approached, carrying a basket of coals, the drunka ard saw him, and was subdued. He was overcome by such kindness; and while the cold room was made warm, and the hungry fed, while smiles succeeded to tears, and all around again wore a cheerful appearance, he felt the bitterness of self-reproach. That day he resolved never again to give any indulgence to his unhappy propensity, and the Lord has enabled him to keep sacred this good resolution. Rags were the clothing of the family, but decent apparel was given them, and they consented to go to the house of God. They became regular attendants there, and the Lord clothed with power the word they heard.
MONEY IS ALL. - When the drunkard has money in his pocket,
a jolly good fellow," and is accosted with “What do you want, Sir?” but when all his money is spent, he is "a brute;" and, brutish like, is kicked into the gutter. Strange that “ free-born Britons" will endure such treatment.
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MEDITATIONS FOR AUGUST. "All things are yours.”-1 Cor. posture at this time. It is the chaiii. 21.
racter of believers—they are such as Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take!
love his appearing. (2 Tim. iv. 8.) The clouds ye so much dread They desire his coming. “Make Are big with mercy, and shall break haste, my beloved.” (Cant. viii. 14.) In blessings on your head.
“Even so, come Lord Jesus, come Every wind, though it blow ever
quickly.” The Lord is gone! my
Saviour hath left the earth, and enso cross, speeds believers to their
tered into his glory; my friends and port. Not a stone thrown at them, but it is to them a precious stone;
brethren are gone to their blessed not a thorn in their crown, but it
rest, where they see God's face, and turns into a diamond; not a twig in
sing his praise for ever; and how their rod, but is sweetened and sanc
can I be willing to stay behind when tified. The saddest providences,
they are gone! Must I be groaning like the snow falling on them, and
and sighing, when they are triumph. descending to the hem of their gar
ing and dividing the spoil? Surely
I will look after them, and cry,
Lord, how long ? When shall I be
“Walk by faith.”—2 Cor. v. 7. My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of Him I love,
Let us for living faith contend;
Sure salvation is its end;
Heaven already is begun-
Everlasting life is won. his people's prayers and sacrifices
We live by faith, and faith lives by by fire from heaven; pray that he
exercise. As we say of some stirring may answer yours in like manner, men, they are never well but at work by kindling a holy fire in your soul
-confine them to their bed or chair, a fire of love to Christ. O love the and you kill them; so here, hinder Lord Jesus as your treasure and
faith from working, and you are portion; let your thoughts be mainly
enemies to the very life and being of upon him, and your soul's breath- it. Why do we act faith so little in ings after him. Be much concerned prayer, but because we are not more for his interest and cause, and for
frequent in it? the spreading of his kingdom and glory in the world, and be looking
“The love of Christ."-Eph. ii. 19. out and longing for the full and per- O love divine! what hast thou done? fect enjoyment of him.
The Son of God hath died for me!
The Father's co-eternal Son “Come Lord Jesus."-Rev.xxii. 20.
Bore all my sins upon the tree.
Never was there such matter for
songs of praise as the unfathomable
love of Jesus. His name is Love; Shall bear triumphant home. and therefore it is to me as ointment Be frequently looking out and poured forth. I will remember bis longing for Christ's coming. As love more than wine. His nature is Abraham stood in his tent-door love-his words and actions were ready to go forth to meet the angels love-he preached and practised that were sent unto him, so should love ; he lived in love, and died in the believer keep himself in a waiting
FOSTER, PRINTER, KIRKBY LONSDALE.
TAOMAS MURRAY was born near Belfast, and wrought as a farm-labourer from his boyhood. At the age of forty-two he came to reside in the cabin where I found him, which he had not left for above a day for forty years. His dwelling was half a mile from any other; and the intercourse which he and the members of his family held with any others was seldom and short, except at times when mutual aid was given and required in the harvest seasons. His farm consisted of forty Irish acres- -"a power of acres,” he called them; for he regarded himself, and was esteemed so by others, a large landholder, although half was mountain land, and more productive of heath than anything else. Still here he obtained a subsistence for himself and family, until “auburn locks” gave place to "reverend gray." Seventy-five years had passed over him, and left their traces in many a furrow on his bronzed brow; and yet, although so near the close of his career, he was "without God in the world.” No thoughts of a future eternity appear to have stirred the depths or even to have ruffled the surface of his mind. “But God, who is rich in mercy," remembered him. At the age of seventy-five, he was laid aside from his duties by an affliction which confined him to the house; and he who had always led an active life, and to whom the healthful breezes of the mountain were as necessary as food, felt the weariness of his detention at home; and having nothing wherewith to while away the tiresome - hours, he became very irritable and impatient. The inmates of the next cabin, in which dwelt a little girl, who was a scholar in the Sunday-school at Strade, heard of his illness. For her attention in the class, the girl had received a reward from her minister, one of the publications of the Tract Society. When she heard that old Murray was ill and fretful, because he knew not how to spend his time, she thought that the absence of books might be one cause of the time passing heavily; and under the promptings of a kind and benevolent heart, she resolved to go over to the