SECTION XXVII.

THE DAUGHTER OF JAIRUS RAISED TO LIFE.

LUKE VIII. 41.

AND behold, there came a man named Jairus, and he was a ruler of the synagogue; and he fell down at Jesus's feet, and besought him that he would come into his house; for he had one only daughter, about twelve years of age, and she lay a dying. But as he went, the people thronged him. And a woman having an issue of blood twelve years, which had spent all her living upon physicians, neither could be healed of any, came behind him and touched the border of his garment; and immediately her issue of blood staunched. And Jesus said, Who touched me? When all denied, Peter, and they that were with him, said, Master, the multitude throng thee, and press thee; and sayest thou, Who touched me? And Jesus said, Somebody hath touched me; for I' perceive that virtue is gone out of me. And when the woman saw that she was not hid, she came trem bling, and falling down before him, she declared unto him before all the people, for what cause she had touched him, and how she was healed immediately. And he said unto her, Daughter, be of good comfort; thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace. While he yet spake, there cometh one from the ruler of the

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synagogue's house, saying to him, thy daughter is dead trouble not the Master. But when Jesus heard it, he answered him, saying, Fear not; believe only, and she shall be made whole. And when he came to the house, he suffered no man to go in, save Peter, and James, and John, and the father and the mother of the maiden. And all wept and bewailed her; but he said, Weep not: she is not dead, but sleepeth. And they laughed him to scorn, knowing that she was dead. And he put them all out, and took her by the hand, and called, saying, Maid, arise. And her spirit came again, and she arose straightway; and he commanded to give her meat. And her parents were astonished: but he charged them that they should tell no man what was done.

REFLECTIONS.

Can we not see the blessed Saviour, standing in the midst of the group, with a look of calm, but joyful benevolence, as he witnesses the happiness he has produced? And how must the hearts of the family have been filled, and almost overpowered, by the union of awe, and love, and gratitude, and joy! Blessed Jesus! though thy life was one of suffering, in many an appalling form, there was one pleasure, even connected with this world, which was thine more fully than any other being ever possessed it,-the pleasure of doing good. What could have equalled the transport of thy emotions, in the midst of that

favoured family; and what hours of delight must have been thine, when thy heart overflowed at the thought of that happiness, which would result to thousands, in this and in the future world, through thy life and death! May we, thy disciples, tread in the steps of our Saviour; and though it is not ours to bless, like thee, the eyes of mourning parents with the sight of their restored child, may we do our part in the work of usefulness, comforting the mourner, binding up the broken-hearted, relieving, with our abundance, the necessities of poverty, and receiving, as the earnest of our heavenly reward, the blessings of those that were ready to perish.

HYMN.

Mrs. Gilman.

They have watch'd her last and quivering breath,
And the maiden's soul has flown;

They have wrapp'd her in the robes of death,
And laid her, dark and lone.

But the mother casts a look behind,
Upon that fallen flower;

Nay, start not, 'twas the passing wind,
Those limbs have lost their power.

And tremble not at that cheek of snow,
Over which the faint light plays;

'Tis only the curtain's crimson glow,
Which thus deceives thy gaze.

Didst thou not close that expiring eye,
And feel the soft pulse decay?

And did not thy lips receive the sigh
That bore her soul away?

But listen! what name salutes her ear?
It comes to a heart of stone-
"Jesus," she cries, "has no power here,
"My daughter's life has flown."

He leads the way to that cold white couch
And bends o'er that senseless form.

She breathes! She breathes! At his hallow'd touch
The maiden's hand is warm.

And the fresh blood comes with its roseate hue,
And life spreads quick through her frame;

Her head is raised, and her step is true,
And she murmurs her mother's name.

SECTION XXVIII.

MISSION OF THE APOSTLES.

MATT. X.

AND when he had called unto him his twelve disciples, he gave them power against unclean spirits, to cast them out, and to heal all manner of sickness, and all manner of disease. Now the names of the

twelve apostles are these: The first, Simon, who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother; James, the Son of Zebedee, and John his brother; Philip, and Bartholomew; Thomas, and Matthew the publican; James, the son of Alpheus, and Lebbeus, whose surname was Thaddeus; Simon the zealot, and Judas Iscariot, who also betrayed him. These twelve Jesus sent forth, and commanded them, saying, Go not into the way of the Gentiles, and into any city of the Samaritans enter ye not. But go rather to the los sheep of the house of Israel. And as ye go, preach, saying, The kingdom of heaven is at hand. Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse the lepers, cast out devils: freely ye have received, freely give. Provide neither gold, nor silver, nor brass, in your purses; nor scrip for your journey, neither two coats, neither shoes, nor yet a staff; for the workman is worthy of his meat. And into whatsoever city or town ye shall enter, inquire who in it is worthy; and there abide till ye go thence. And when ye come into a house, salute it. And if the house be worthy, let your peace come upon it; but if it be not worthy, let your peace return to you. And whosoever shall not receive you, nor hear your words, when ye depart out of that house, or city, shake off the dust of your feet. Verily, I say unto you, It shall be more tolerable for the land of Sodom and Gomorrah, in the day of judgment than for that city. Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.