The Journey and Its End

THERE is an old and arresting sailor's proverb, Who will not be ruled by the rudder must be ruled by the rock." It is very plain that a rudder used in conjunction with an intimate knowledge of the chart with rocks and shoals clearly marked upon it is a deeply important matter. Life or death depends upon it.

The writer well remembers being on a small steamer traveling between Colon, Central America, and Jamaica. Unbeknown to the passengers the two officers on the bridge had got intoxicated, and were found by the Captain in the dead of night drunk and sound asleep, no hand on the rudder, and the steamer taking its course in any direction wind and currents took it. This news leaked out on our arrival at the port of Kingston, Jamaica, to the horror and dismay of the passengers. We realized what peril we had been in.

But the old seaman's proverb is capable of a very wide application. The true rudder of life is surely the fear of the Lord. Solomon, the wisest man in all time speaks of the fear of the Lord nine times in the Book of The Proverbs. "The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom" (Prov. 9. 10).

Look at the man without religion. He goes to no place of worship. He has completely thrown off the fear of the Lord. He refuses the rudder. He is not controlled by a higher power. His bark is bound to move sooner or later over tempestuous seas, filled with jagged hidden rocks, and as sure as these lines are written, he is heading for a terrible smash.

How many men and women there are, decent, truce-keeping, moral, virtuous, kind, but who have no hand on the rudder of their lives. Although they would shrink from and condemn the careless life of the man who has no religion, yet their lives are uncontrolled by a higher power. They are not marked by the fear of the Lord. Beware, if you are one of such, the hidden rocks lie on your path of self-will, self-determination, self-expression, the favorite word on the lips of the twentieth century, and its condemnation.

As surely as our earth must abide in its true orbit in its relation to the sun, without which disaster and destruction would inevitably ensue, so surely will men and women perish in their sins, however much as between man and man they may be admirable. In the sight of God things assume their true proportion.

The Bible is the only book that explains what sin is, and what death is, " the wages of sin is

death." The Word of God warns you as to the rocks. It tells you plainly about sin, and its results, and it tells you of hell and its horrors. If the Divine hand is on the rudder of your life it will guide you to the Savior. Do you wish to escape the rocks of eternal judgment? There is only one way. Our Lord said, " I am the way, the truth and the life: no man cometh unto the Father but by Me " (john 14. 6).

Not by admiring good will you gain salvation, but by receiving the Savior into your life, trusting Him for salvation, realizing that His death on the cross is at once the expression of God's love and the upholding of His divine righteousness, the only means by which salvation can come to you.

Let the old seaman's proverb, " Who will not be ruled by the rudder must be ruled by the rock," sink into your mind. If you do not, its meaning must surely be learned by you through bitter experience.

We warn you. Let God put His hand of infinite love on the rudder of your life, and lead you to the Savior, who says, " Him that cometh to Me I will in no wise cast out " (john 6. 37). Will you not come, and that just now?

The Ant-Lion

I was going into a deep forest alone on foot with, my blanket, food, and cooking utensils

on my back. The day was very hot, and I sat down to rest. Every leaf was still, and the only sound was the distant murmur of a water-fall away in the forest.

Very soon I noticed something that caused the sand to fly up not far from where I was sitting, and after a few moments I satisfied myself as to what it was.

It was a small insect that had burrowed down into the sand, and with its tail or some other apparatus, I could not see exactly, he was throwing up the sand thick and fast.

How it flew! In a very few moments he had a hole about the diameter, and twice the depth of a large coffee-cup. The sand was dry in a few moments, and of course would very readily roll down into the center. I had read of this creature, but had never seen one before. He was a little dark-looking fellow, and now he put himself into the very center of his den, burying himself completely out of sight, except his horn, as it appeared sticking like a rusty needle out of the sand.

This was the ant-lion, and soon I had a specimen of his skill and power. A little red ant came running along seeking her food in her usual busy way. So she climbed up on the rim of this sandy cup, and peeped over to investigate. Presently, suspecting danger, she turned to scramble off. Alas it was too late; the sand rolled from under her feet, and down she went to the bottom; when in an instant that little black horn opened like a pair of shears, and ' clip,' the poor ant had lost a leg. And now the poor thing struggles to climb up, but one leg is gone, and she finds it hard work.

The little monster does not move or show himself. He knows what he is about. The ant has got almost to the top and liberty when the sand slips, and down she goes. " Clip " go the shears, and another leg is gone. She struggles hard to rise, but she gets up but a little way before she slips again, and a third leg is off. She now gives up the struggle, and the lion devours her in a few minutes, and then with a flip of his tail throws the skin of the ant entirely out of the cup, and the trap is now set for another victim. A fly crept down to see what was smelling so good, when ' clip,' he had but one wing, and here was the second course.

I found several such dens with the skins of the dead all around, but the inside looked pure and clean. There was no lion in sight, but the destroyer was there. The dead were pushed out of sight.

O ant-lion, you are a preacher to me! I now see how it is the feet of the sinner slide as they walk over sandy places. They go to the hotel. It is all fair and inviting. But ' clip,' they are crippled. They will soon roll back and take another glass, and every time the destroyer cripples them. They go to places of sin, to the ball, the opera, the billiard table, the racecourse, and know not that the dead are there. Ah! every fall makes the next easier, and the probability of escape less and less.

O ant-lion! I wish all could see thee, and learn from thee, so cunning and blood-thirsty, so cruel to thy victims, and withal so remorseless, so like the devil-that roaring lion, who goeth about seeking whom he may devour.

The Biggest Fool in the Village

A prize was once offered in a certain village for the biggest fool that could be found

in it. Search was made, and a sick man was discovered, who refused to tell his doctor the truth as to the symptoms of his disease. The judges were unanimous in awarding the prize to him, and I am sure had we been there we should have agreed with their verdict.

Such a fool as this I have not met in my day. As a rule people are ready enough to tell the whole truth to their doctor, if by so doing they can help him to diagnose their case correctly and prescribe an effectual remedy; but I have met people who have been guilty of folly of a far worse character. There are thousands of soul-diseased sinners, who refuse altogether to acknowledge the truth about themselves. Are you one of them?

The Blood-Marked Door

During a cruel and bloody war a commander took an oath in the presence of his troops

that he would slaughter the entire population of a certain town, and in due course the bloodhounds of war were let loose on the defenseless people.

Now it so happened that a fugitive, seeking for a shelter, saw a sight which was the indirect means of saving both hi; own life and the lives of others. He spied a number of soldiers as they broke into a house, the inmates of which they put to the sword. But on leaving it, they fastened up the place again, and one of them, dipping a cloth into a pool of blood, splashed it on the door, as token to any, who might follow, of what had taken place inside.

Quick as his feet could carry him, the poor fugitive sped away to a large house in the center of the town, where a number of his friends were concealed, and breathlessly told them what he had seen. At once it flashed upon them how to act. A goat was in the yard. Immediately it

was killed, and its blood sprinkled on the door. Scarcely could they close the door again when a band of soldiers rushed into the street, and began to slay right and left. But when they came to the blood-marked door they made no attempt to enter! The sword-so they thought-had already entered therein and performed its work. Thus, whilst the many around were slain, all within the blood-sprinkled door were saved.

The Gospel part of our story is not hard to detect. Feeble and imperfect the illustration is, yet it reminds us of those soul-saving words of God,

" When I see the blood,.

I will pass over you " (Ex. 12. 13).

Yes, " Christ our passover," is indeed " sacrificed for us " (1 Cor. 5.7), and every true believer in Him knows that what has stayed the sword of divine judgment is His sheltering blood.

Reader, hast thou believed God's word about the blood? Hast thou dipped the hyssop of thy faith in the blood? Hast thou sprinkled thy heart's door with the blood? " The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth... from ALL SIN" (1 John 1.7).

The Blood of Jesus

There Is No Forgiveness Without It.

" Without shedding of blood is no remission " (Heb. 9. 22).

It satisfies the holy claims of God.

" When I see the blood, I will pass over you " (Ex. 12. 13).

It maketh atonement for the soul.

" It is the blood that maketh an atonement for the soul " (Lev. 17. 11).

It redeems the believer.

" Redeemed-with the precious blood of Christ " (1 Peter 1. 18, 19).

It cleanses from all sin.

" The blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin " (1 John 1. 9).

It justifies the believer.

Being now justified by His blood"(Rom. 5. 9).

It has made peace.

" Having, made peace through the blood of His cross " (Col. 1. 20).

It brings the believer nigh to god.

" Now, in Christ Jesus, ye who sometimes were far off are made nigh by the blood of Christ " (Eph. 2. 13).

The Blood

(A CONVERTED JEW'S TESTIMONY)

He said: " This is the Passover week among you, my Jewish brethren, and as I sat here, I was thinking how you will be observing it. You will have put away all leaven from your houses; you will eat the ' matzos ' (unleavened wafers) and the roasted lamb. You will attend the synagogue services, and carry out the ritual and directions of the Talmud; but you forget, my brethren, that you have everything but that which Jehovah required first of all. He did not say, ' When I see the leaven put away '; or, ' When I see you eat the matzos or the lamb, or go to the synagogue,' but His word was,

' When I see The Blood,

I will pass over you "( Ex. 12. 13).

Ah my brethren, you can substitute nothing for this. You must have blood, blood! Blood! Blood!!! "

As he repeated this word with ever-increasing emphasis, his black eyes flashed warningly, and his Jewish hearers quailed before him.

" Blood I " That is an awful word, for one who reveres the ancient oracle, and yet has no sacrifice. Turn where he will in the Book the blood meets him, but let him seek as he may he cannot find it in the Judaism of the present.

After a moment's pause the patriarchal old man went on somewhat as follows: " I was born in Palestine, nearly seventy years ago. As a child I was taught to read the Law, the Psalms, and the

Prophets. I early attended the synagogue, and learned Hebrew from the Rabbis. At first I believed what I was told, that ours was the true and only religion, but as I grew older and studied the Law more intently, I was struck by the place the blood had in all the ceremonies outlined there, and equally struck by its utter absence in the ritual to which I was brought up.

" Again and again I read Es. 12. and Lev. 16. and 17., and the latter chapters especially made me tremble, as I thought of the great Day of Atonement, and the place the blood had there. Day and night one verse would ring in my ears: ' It Is The Blood That Maketh An Atonement For The Soul! ' I knew I had broken the Law. I needed atonement. Year after year, on that day, I beat my breast as I confessed my need of it; but it was to be made by blood, and there was no blood!

" In my distress, at last, I opened my heart to a learned and venerable Rabbi. He told me that God was angry with His people. Jerusalem was in the hands of the Gentiles, the temple was destroyed, and a Mohammedan mosque was reared up in its place. The only spot on earth where we dare shed the blood of sacrifice, in accordance with Deut. 12. and Lev. 17., was desecrated, and our nation scattered. That was why there was no blood. God had Himself closed the way to carry out the solemn service of the great Day of Atonement. Now we must turn to the Talmud, and rest on its instruction, and trust in the mercy of God and the merits of the fathers.

" I tried to be satisfied but could not. Something

seemed to say that the Law was unaltered, even though our temple was destroyed. Nothing else but the blood could atone for the soul. We dared not shed blood for atonement elsewhere than in the place the Lord had chosen. Then we were left without atonement at all!

" This thought filled me with horror. In my distress I consulted many other Rabbis. I had but one question: Where could I find the atonement?

" I was over thirty years old when I left Palestine, and came to Constantinople, with my. still unanswered question ever before my mind, and my soul exceedingly troubled about my sins.

" One night I was walking down one of the narrow streets of the city, when I saw a sign telling of a meeting for Jews. Curiosity led me to open the door and go in. Just as I took a seat, I heard a man say, ' The blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin.' (John 1. 7). It was my first introduction to Christianity, but I listened breathlessly as the speaker told how God had declared that ' without shedding of blood is no remission ' (Heb. 9. 22); but that He had given His only begotten Son, the Lamb of God, to die, and all who trusted in His blood were forgiven all their iniquities. This was the Messiah of Isa. 53.; this was the Divine Sufferer of Psa. 22. Ah I my brethren, I had found out the blood of the atonement at last. I trusted it, and now I love to read the New Testament, and see how all the shadows of the Law are fulfilled in Jesus. His blood has been shed for sinners. It has satisfied God, and it is the only means of salvation for either Jew or Gentile."

But I Don't Feel Saved

HOW often does this sentence fall from the lips of the anxious sinner, or trembling believer. It is used wrongly in, two ways.

First, many want to feel saved, BEFORE they are saved. They want to feel saved BEFORE they have received the Lord Jesus Christ as their personal Savior.

A lady, who was making this mistake, invited a well-known preacher to tea. When she handed him a cup of tea, he made no attempt to take it, but said, I don't feel as if I had had a cup of tea "

She thought his conduct very strange, but good breeding prevented her expressing her surprise. She again said, " Here is a cup of tea for you, Mr. H-."

He replied again, But I don't feel it."

The lady began to be alarmed at his strange conduct, and said to him, " But Mr. H-, you cannot feel that you have had a cup of tea until you have received it. Take it, drink it down, and then you will feel you have had a cup of tea."

He then explained his conduct. He replied, " And how can you feel saved, until you have received salvation? Receive Christ, and then you may know you are saved."

The lady saw her mistake. In homely language she had been putting the cart before the horse, she had been confounding cause and effect. In Divine things she had been acting in such a way that when the preacher acted thus in human things she thought him, till he explained himself, to be going out of his mind. The preacher's remarkable way of showing up her folly led her to abandon it. She trusted the Lord Jesus Christ, and then knew she was saved.

Reader, is this lady's case like your own? Behold your folly. The way of blessing is not FEEL saved and believe, but believe and BE saved.

Then again, many, who have believed on the Lord Jesus as their personal Savior' are not sure of their salvation, because, as they say, " They don't feel saved."

Such make the mistake of not seeing that the believing sinner is saved by faith.

Feelings are internal, changing oftentimes with the weather, the state of one's health, the circumstances of the hour, affected by the teaching we receive, and a thousand and one things.

Faith is like an anchor; laying hold upon an object outside of itself altogether, even the Lord Jesus as Savior.

Feelings are unreliable.

Faith is reliable.

Feelings are variable.

Faith is stable.

Who would think of dropping an anchor inside the hold of a vessel. What folly such a proceeding would be. No; an anchor is always cast outside the vessel.

We have something far, far better than our changing feelings as the assurance of salvation when we believe, and that is the imperishable, unchanging Word of God.

I remember an evangelist in a Gospel tent quoting John 5. 24:—" Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that heareth My word, and believeth on Him that sent Me, HATH everlasting life, and SHALL NOT come into condemnation; but IS passed from death unto life." He pointed out how " Verily, verily," meant " Truly, truly,"-" Surely, surely," and explained that this double assurance came from the Lord's own lips.

He then testified that he had heard Christ's words, and believed on Him that sent Him, and that as a consequence he had everlasting life, would not come into judgment, and was passed from death unto life.

He pointed out it was the assurance of faith, and that God never puts before the believing sinner the assurance of feeling. He then declared that if he never felt saved, he would cling to God's Word, and the assurance it gave; that if he never felt saved from that hour till he got to glory when he could not help feeling, he would never doubt his soul's salvation; that it was a matter of faith, not feeling.

What a happy trust! What a God-honoring use he made of God's Word! Was he right or wrong? Assuredly he was right.

Can you not say the same, doubting believer? Take the Lord's own " Verily, verily," and act upon it.

I remember once quoting 1 John 5, 13 in a Gospel meeting in a northern town. " These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God; that ye may KNOW that ye RAVE ETERNAL LIFE."

A tall merchant-nicknamed " Long John "and his handsome wife were at the Gospel service that night. The wife was a believer on the Savior, but if you had asked her, Can you say you are saved? she would have replied that she could not.

I illustrated the text thus. Suppose when you come down to breakfast to-morrow you find the postman has left a letter. You take it up to see if it is yours, and you are arrested by the strange wording on the envelope:—" Unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God."

I asked, if that happened, could my hearers honestly open the letter as addressed to them?

The merchant's wife responded in her own mind, " Yes, I could."

I then went on, " Now, if you can open the envelope, will you believe the letter inside? Remember it is from God. It admits of no mistake. It is making God a liar to doubt it. Just previous to the verse we read it says, ' He that believeth not God hath made Him a liar' (1 John 5. 10). How serious! How solemn! "

The merchant's wife again responded in her own mind, " Yes, I will believe the letter. It comes from God. It must be true."

We opened the letter, and read it, " That ye may KNOW that ye HAVE eternal life."

There and then the lady filled with emotion entered into the assurance that eternal life was hers. For the first time in her life she could say she was saved, because she took God at His word. But notice it did not say, " That ye may FEEL that ye HAVE eternal life."

This is the devil's gospel, calculated to keep you in doubt and distress. Take God's own word as it stands. There is no presumption in that, the presumption lies the other way, that is in doubting it. " Let God be true, but every man a liar (Rom. 3. 4).

Thus, and thus only, will you get assurance. God will not let you make a Savior of your feelings.

Remember you will never enjoy assurance and peace so long as you look to your feelings as the ground of peace.

Can We Know?

Surely the following passages from God's Word are sufficient, without comment or addition, to bring the assurance of salvation to any seeking soul.

"BE IT KNOWN unto you therefore, men and brethren, that through this Man [Jesus] is preached unto you the forgiveness of sins; and by Him all that believe are justified from all things, from which ye could not be justified by the law of Moses " (Acts 13. 38, 39).

" To Him give all the prophets witness, that through His Name whosoever believeth in Him shall receive remission of sins " (Acts 10. 43).

" To declare, I say, at this time His righteousness: that He might be just, and the Justifier of him which believeth in Jesus " (Rom. 3. 26).

" To him that worketh NOT, but believeth on Him that justifieth the ungodly, his faith is counted for righteousness " (Rom. 4. 5).

" Therefore being justified by faith, we HAVE peace with God through our Lord. Jesus Christ " (Rom. 5. 1).

" There is therefore NOW no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus " (Rom. 8. 1).

" Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that heareth My word, and believeth on Him that sent Me, HATH EVERLASTING LIFE, and SHALL NOT COME into condemnation: but IS PASSED from death unto life " (John 5. 24).

" These things have I written unto you that believe on the Name of the Son of God; that ye may KNOW that ye HAVE eternal life " (1 John 5. 13).

Can You Sing This Truthfully?

I'll give you a piece of good news to-day,
My sins are remembered no more!
For Jesus has taken them all away,
My sins are remembered no more!
As far as the East is away from the West,
My sins are remembered no more!
And now my soul is at perfect rest,
My sins are remembered no more!
My transgressions were many; my soul was black,
My sins are remembered no more!
For God has cast them behind His back,
My sins are remembered no more!
You may search the depths of the deep, deep sea,
My sins are remembered no more!
At the Judgment throne or Eternity,
My sins are remembered no more!
Let MEN remember and foes accuse,
My sins are remembered no more!
If God forgets, THEY may say what they choose,
My sins are remembered no more!
They are forgiven, forgotten, and cleansed, and gone,
My sins are remembered no more!
They are atoned for and covered by God's dear Son,
My sins are remembered no more!

Coming Tomorrow

ONE evening the thoughts of the waking hours mirrored themselves in a dream. I seemed to be out walking in the streets, and to be conscious of a strange vague sense of something just declared, of which all were speaking with a suppressed air of mystery. There was a whispering stillness around. Groups of men stood at the corners of the streets and discussed an impending something with awestricken voices. I heard one say to another, " Really coming? What, to-morrow?" And the other said, " Yes, to-morrow, He will come."

It was night. The stars were glittering down, but the same sense of hushed expectancy pervaded everything. There seemed to be nothing doing, and each person looked wistfully on his neighbor, as if to say, " Have you heard? "

Suddenly, as I walked, an angel form was with me, gliding softly by my side. The face was solemn, serene, and calm. Above the forehead was a pale, tremulous radiance of light, purer than any on earth. Yet, though I felt awe, I felt a sort of confiding love as I said, " Tell me, is it true? Is Christ coming? "

" He is," said the angel. " To-morrow He will come."

" What joy! " I cried.

" Is it joy? said the angel. " Alas! to may in this city it is only terror. Come with me."

In a moment I seemed to be standing with him in a parlor of one of the chief palaces of the city. A stout, florid, bald-headed man was seated at a table covered with papers, which he was sorting over with nervous anxiety, muttering to himself as he did so. On a sofa lay a frail, delicate woman, her emaciated hands clasped over a little book. The room was in all its appointments a witness of boundless wealth. Gold, and silver, and gems, and foreign furniture, and costly pictures, and articles of vertu-everything that money could buy-were heaped together. The man seemed nervous and uneasy. He wiped the perspiration from his brow and spoke:-

" I don't know, wife, how you feel, but I don't like this news. I don't understand it. It puts a stop to everything that I know anything about."

" Oh! John," said the woman, turning towards him a face pale and fervent, and clasping her hands, " how can you say so?"

And as she spoke, I could see, breaking out above her head, a tremulous light, like that above the brow of the angel.

“Well, Mary, it's the truth. I don't care if I say it. I don't want to meet-well, I wish He would put it off I What does He want of me? I'd be willing to make over-well, three millions to found a hospital, if He'd be satisfied and let me go on. Yes, I'd give three millions to buy off to-morrow "

" He is my best Friend! "

" Best Friend! " said the man, with a look of half-fright, half-anger. " Mary, you don't know what you are talking about. You know I always hated those things. There's no use in it; I can't see into them. In fact I hate them."

She cast on him a look full of pity. “Cannot I make you see? " she said.

" No, indeed, you can't. Why, look here," he added, pointing to the papers, " here is what stands for millions. How can 1 rejoice? I'd give half; I'd give-yes, the whole, not to have Him come these hundred years."

She stretched out her thin hand towards him, but he pushed it back.

" Do you see? " said the angel to me, solemnly; " between him and her there is a ' great gulf' soon to be ' fixed.' They have lived in one house with that gulf between them for years. Tomorrow she will rise to Christ as a dewdrop to the sun; and he will be left to call to the mountains and rocks to fall on him."

Again the scene was changed. We stood together in a little, low attic, lighted by one small lamp-how poor it was!—a broken chair, a rickety table, a bed in the corner, where the little ones were cuddling close to one another for warmth. Poor things—the air was so frosty that their breath congealed upon the bedclothes as they talked in soft, baby voices. " When mamma comes she will bring us some supper," said one. " But I'm so cold! " said the little outsider. " Get in the middle, then," said the other two, " and we'll warm you. Mamma promised to make a fire when she came in, if that man would pay her." " What a bad man he is," said the oldest boy; " he never pays mother, if he can help it."

Just then the door opened, and a pale, thin woman came in laden with packages.

She laid all down, and came to her children's bed, clasping her hands in rapture.

" Joy! joy children! Oh, joy! joy! Jesus is coming! He will be here to-morrow! "

Every little bird in the nest was up, and the little arms around the mother's neck; the children believed at once. They had heard of the good Jesus; He had been their mother's and their Savior, and their Friend through many a cold and hungry day, and they doubted not but that He was coming.

" Oh! mother, will He take us? He will, won't He? "

" Yes, my little ones," she said, softly smiling to herself; " ' He shall gather the lambs with His arm, and carry them in His bosom.' "

Suddenly again, as by the slide of a magic lantern, another scene was present.

Again I stood in a brilliant room full of luxuries. Three or four women were standing pensively talking with each other. Their apartment was bestrewn with jewelry, laces, silks, velvets, and every elegance; but they looked troubled.

" This seems to me really awful," said one, with a suppressed sigh; " what troubles me is, I know so little about it."

" Yes," said another, " and it puts a stop so to everything!”

There was a poor seamstress in the corner of the room, who whispered, " Forever WITH THE LORD."

" I'm sure I don't know what that can mean," said the first speaker, with a kind of shudder; " it seems rather fearful."

" Well," said the other, " it seems so sudden-when one never dreamed of any such thing-the change all at once from this to that other life."

" It is bliss to be with Him," said the poor woman. " Oh! I have so longed for it."

" The great gulf," again said the angel-" soon to be fixed."

" Yet a little while, and He that shall come will come, and will not tarry " (Heb. 10. 37). Are you ready?

Reader, prepare-" Prepare to meet thy God." Believe and be saved, for " he that believeth not shall be damned." (Mark 16. 16). " THE SON OF MAN COMETH AT AN HOUR WHEN YE THINK NOT" (Luke 12.40).

The state of things in the world shows that we are heading for a great crisis. Scripture tells us of judgments to fall on the earth, and of the final intervention of the Lord Jesus Christ.

He came the first time to atone for sin, to offer salvation to " whosoever will." He will come the second time " without sin unto salvation " (Heb. 9. 28). He may come at any moment. See to it that you are ready. There is only one way, viz., trusting the Savior, accepting Him for your own personal salvation.

Confession

YOU are a young convert. You have come to Christ, and have been saved by Him. God knows this, and you know it; but God wants you to let others know it. He wants you to own that you belong to Christ. This is what is meant by " confession." Take your stand for Christ!

Wherever you may be, in the barracks or trenches, on the battleship, in the office or at the bench, and above all at home, take your stand for Christ at once. Keep close enough to Him to be at a long distance from an evil man, a foolish jest or a wicked story. From the side of Christ down to the company of fools who make a mock of sin (Prov. 14. 9) is a deep descent indeed, and you will find the return difficult and sorrowful. Be careful what you laugh at. Christ, the living Bread, which came down from Heaven, is your daily food (read John 6). Do not let the ungodly suppose that you have a relish for unholy talk. If Christ is your life, then say with Paul: " To me to live is Christ."

Next, confess Christ with your lips.

" What's your name, Doctor? "

It was on the battle-field. A soldier lay bleeding to death. Seeing a surgeon passing near, he faintly called, " Doctor, please." The surgeon dismounted, attended to the man, gave all possible relief, and ordered him to be conveyed at once to the hospital.

As he was leaving, the wounded man asked, " What's your name, doctor? "

" Oh! no matter."

" But, doctor, I want to tell my wife and children, who saved my life."

Surely that was becoming gratitude, and do you not think the Lord Jesus deserves as much from you? Does He not say to you as He did to another, " Go home to thy friends, and tell them how great things the Lord hath done for thee " (Mark 5. 19). Tell it out, dear young believer. It will strengthen you. It will be a safeguard to you. It is more likely you will stand firm if you openly confess the name of Christ.

Is confession easy?

No, it is not. And it becomes no easier because it is postponed. To-day you may confess Christ with blushes and awkwardness, with blunders and stammering lips. Never mind; better to confess Christ so than be silent. To-morrow it will be much easier, and soon you may be so strong in His strength that you cannot help saying with the Psalmist-" Come and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will declare what He hath done for my soul " (Psa. 66. 16).

After all, you will not have to lay down your life to seal your witness for Christ. If your confession brings suffering, it will not be like the suffering, which many have endured before you. The history of confession is written in blood and flame, and tender boys and girls have their record on its pages.

During a massacre of Christians at Marash in Armenia; some years ago, a lad was given the option of death or of denying Christ, and was instantly beheaded. When his headless body was taken to his mother to terrify her, and to convert her to Mohammedanism, she kissed the dead son's hand, and said, " Rather so, my son, than living to deny our Lord and Savior."

Do not be a coward, but follow in the track of such brave confessors, who are passing Heavenward, led by Christ Himself. You have countless blessings, may you not miss this one:

" Blessed is he, whosoever shall not be offended in Me " (Matt. 11. 6). " If thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised Him from the dead, thou shalt be saved (Rom. 10. 9).

I remember an old lady saying to me, " Thank God for the three shalts: ‘Shalt confess’—‘Shalt believe’—‘Shalt be saved.’" How wonderful!

The Cottage Floor and Why It Was Never Scrubbed

DURING a visit in 1904 to a rather remote part of the Transvaal, I was lodging at a small house on the veldt.

On retiring to rest at night, I could not help noticing the extremely dirty state of the bedroom floor. It looked as if it had not been cleaned for months. I determined that the following day I would call the landlady's attention to it, and ask her to have it scrubbed.

The next morning, however, I saw what had escaped my notice the evening before. The floor was of such a nature that no scrubbing could possibly make it any cleaner. It was made of big clods of dirt, dried and hardened in the sun, and trodden down till a solid surface was formed, as level and smooth as any ordinary floor.

Of course I gave up my idea of asking the landlady to scrub it. The more such a floor were scrubbed the worse it would become. No amount of soap and water would do it any good.

Will you be surprised, reader, if I tell you that that bedroom floor aptly sets forth your condition in the sight of God?

I wonder if you are prepared to acknowledge that in God's sight you are so bad, so unclean, so corrupt, that you can no more improve yourself, or do anything to amend your condition, than the bedroom floor in the house on the veldt could be made clean by scrubbing it?

This is a truth that many are very slow to learn. They labor under the delusion that if only they try hard enough, and persevere long enough, they can make themselves more fit for God's presence. They might as well imagine that if only they could get a good scrubbing-brush, and plenty of soap and water, they would at last succeed in improving the condition of the bedroom floor.

Multitudes of men and women are engaged in a hopeless task of this sort, and many are the various kinds of scrubbing-brushes that they use.

There is, for instance, the scrubbing-brush of Self-Restraint. Have you not sometimes used this brush? You have tried to control your temper, and put a curb upon your unruly tongue. You have kept a strict watch over your actions, and have endeavored to restrain your passions. In this way you have been scrubbing away at the dirty floor. But you have utterly failed to effect any real improvement. You are as far from God as ever. Your heart is just as bad as it was when you began.

Perhaps it is the scrubbing-brush of Moral Living that you are trying. You do not swear or cheat, or get drunk. No impure speech ever soils your lips. You never do anything that men would call wicked. But all this makes no difference in your condition before God. Your moral living has not changed the evil character of your heart.

Some try the scrubbing-brush of Education. But education never yet changed a sinner into a child of God. A man may have passed through all the standards or the elementary schools; he may go successfully through a college course, and may learn all that the leading universities of Europe can teach him; but he is still a guilty, unclean sinner. In his heart of hearts he hates God, and loves sin just as much as the most depraved man on earth.

A young lady, cultured, refined, and admired by a large circle of acquaintances, became anxious about.her soul. The Holy Spirit was dealing with her, and one day she was heard to sigh

" I don't want to say it, but it seems to me that I hate God."

She was discovering that, though refined, amiable, and well educated, she was just as bad, just as much a lover of sin as a hater of God, as a coarse, disagreeable, ignorant person is.

Many fancy that where other scrubbing-brushes fail, the brush of Religion will succeed. So they go in for the outward forms of religion, whilst all the time their hearts are unchanged like the Pharisees of old. But all this leaves their carnal nature unchanged. Their religious garb serves but to cover up the uncleanness within.

If the scrubbing-brush of Religion could make any one clean, it should have made Saul of Tarsus so. Zealous beyond all his contemporaries, rigid in his observance of ceremonies and ordinances, devoted in his obedience to the priests; he might well have claimed to be the most religious man of his day.

But all the while there raged in his heart a bitter hatred against Christ. When at last his eyes were opened, and he found how terribly mistaken he had been, he confessed that he was the chief of sinners. In spite of all his religiousness he had to acknowledge, " In me (that is, in my flesh), dwelleth no good thing " (Rom. 7. 18).

Do not, then, make a scrubbing-brush of religion. Not that I would say a word against real religion. It is a grand thing. I am sorry for the man who has none of it. But religion, of itself, can never make the sinner clean. It can never wash away his sin. Yet it is a thing greatly to be desired.

But if neither self-restraint, nor moral living, nor education, nor religion, nor any other scrubbing-brush of a similar kind can make you clean, there is One who can. The LORD JESUS CHRIST is the only Savior. There is power in His precious blood to wash all your foul stains away.

" Ye must be born again," are the words that confront every Christless soul. They were addressed to a most religious man. And they are as true to-day as ever. What you need, reader, is to be born again. Nothing short of that will do.

But you cannot bring about this new birth. What, then, must you do?

First of all, lay aside every scrubbing-brush! Give up all hope of improving the state of the dirty bedroom floor. In other words, own your exceeding sinfulness. Bow in self-loathing at the Savior's feet. Pass sentence upon yourself sternly and unsparingly.

Then look away from yourself altogether. Christ stands ready to save. His love is infinite. His blood can cleanse from all sin.

Counterfeits

Did you ever see a counterfeit five pound note?

Yes.

Why was it counterfeited?

Because it was worth counterfeiting.

Was the five pound note to blame?

No.

Do people counterfeit scraps of brown paper?

No.

Why?

Because they are not worth counterfeiting.

Did you ever see a counterfeit Christian?

Yes; lots.

Why was he counterfeited?

Because he was worth counterfeiting.

Was he to blame?

No.

Did you ever see a counterfeit infidel?

No; never.

Why? you ask.

The answer is obvious. He is not worth counterfeiting.

The Bible lived up to makes true honest Christian men. Will you be one?

Cripple Tom and His Texts

In one of the miserable East London homes, in a dark, wretched room at the top of the house,

lay a cripple boy. He had lain there for over two years, greatly neglected and comparatively unknown. When quite young his parents had died, leaving him to the tender mercies of an aged relative.

Born a cripple, he had always, been a sufferer; but, as long as he was able, he had swept a crossing on his crutches, or gone short errands to earn a few pence. But soon after his parents' death the boy had to take to his bed. Very ungraciously the old woman allowed him to occupy the top room in her house, which room he never left again.

His mother had taught him to read and write; but, not knowing the truth herself, she had never told him of " Jesus and His love." Sometimes, however, on a snowy night when the wind was blowing hard and cold, the lad had crept into the Mission Hall not far distant, merely for the sake of getting a warm by the comfortable stove. Numb with cold, and weary in body, he took little heed of what he had heard on those nights; but now, lying alone day after day, there came into his mind the memory of it, and by degrees he was possessed with a great longing to know more about the things of God, and to have a Bible of his own. He knew that it was from the Bible that the speakers had gathered their knowledge, but that was all. So, summoning up courage, he one day consulted Granny about it.

His only encouragement in that direction was a laugh. Bibles weren't in her line! What did a lad like him want with Bibles? " So the matter dropped for a time, but the lad's desire to possess one did not grow less.

One day, however, up the creaking stairs came noisy, boisterous Jack Lee, the only friend the cripple had in the world.

Hurray! hurray! Got a new berth I Off north to-morrow! Come to say Good-bye, Tom," he cried, all excitement, seating himself? on the bed, and wiping the perspiration from his brow. " But I've got a real beauty present for you, my lad," taking from his pocket something wrapped in a greasy bit of brown paper.

Tom raised himself on his elbows, not at all gladdened by the news he had heard.

" A bright new shilling for you, Tom, lad. And you're not to spend it till yer wants suffin real particular."

" Oh, Jack you're good, but I want something now very particular."

" Yer do? what's he? "

" I WANT A BIBLE."

" A Bible! Well, I never! Spending all that on a Bible, when I had to scrape months and months to save it in coppers."

" Don't be angry, Jack," said the cripple boy. " I do so want a Bible. Please get it, Jack-now -this very evening, at Fisher's, afore the shop closes. Granny never would; she'd spend it in gin, if I let it get into her hands."

What can yer want with a Bible, Tom, lad? Only scholards understands them there things," he answered rather crossly.

" Maybe so, Jack, but I'm hankering after one."

" Very well, lad, then I'll go, but I knows naught about Bible buyin'."

" Fisher has 'em at a shilling, for I saw 'em marked in the window when I used to go by."

Jack descended the stairs less rapidly than he had mounted them. But he got over his disappointment before he returned with a beautiful shilling Bible. " Fisher says I couldn't leave you a better friend, Tom, lad, the shilling couldn't be vested better; and, says he, ' It may be worth a thousan' pounds to the lad.' So 'pears there's suffin as we ought to know about."

Tom's joy and gratitude were unbounded: " I know it, Jack. I know it 1 hugging the Book to his breast. " I'm happy now. Oh 1 how kind you were to save that shilling." So Tom got his Bible, and valued it, and read it.

Do you?."-you, reader-man, woman, boy, girl,-do you value and read the Book of God? If so, you will find out what Cripple Tom discovered. And what was that? He found out he was a sinner-lost, and in need of a Savior and he found that Savior in Jesus. He trusted Savior, confessed Hint, loved Him, and was filled with a great longing to do something for Him. But what could he do? Tied to a bed of sickness, it seemed as if he. could do nothing but lie still and suffer. But love is quick to discover ways of serving its object, and so, looking to God for guidance and strength, the little helpless cripple said:-

" It won't do to keep all this blessed news to myself; " so he thought and thought, until at last a simple work was decided on for the Master. His bed stood close by the window sill, which was low, and somehow he got a pencil and paper, and wrote out different texts, which he would fold, pray over, and then drop into the noisy street below, directed-

" To the PASSER-BY-
Please Read."

He hoped by this means someone might hear of Jesus and His salvation.

Generally his texts were simple Gospel ones, but sometimes he wrote a text, which had been given him by the Lord for his own soul. This service of love, faithfully rendered, went on for some weeks, when one evening he heard a strange footstep, and immediately afterward a tall, well-dressed gentleman entered the room and took his seat by the lad's bedside.

" So you are the lad, who drops texts from the window, are you? " he asked kindly.

" Yes," said Tom, brightening up. " Have yer heard as someone has got hold of one? "

" Plenty, lad, plenty! I picked up one last evening, and God blessed it to my soul. I have been a Christian for some years, but lately I got cold in soul, and God used your text. and spoke to me by it."

" I can believe in God's Word doing anything, sir," said the lad humbly.

" And I am come," said the gentleman, " to thank you personally."

" Not me, sir,! I only does the writin'; He does the blessin'."

" And you are happy in this work for Christ? " said the visitor.

" Couldn't be happier, sir. I don't think, nothin' of the pain in my back, for shan't I be glad when I sees Him, to tell Him that, as soon as I!mowed about Him and His great love, I did all as I could to serve Him? I suppose you get lots of chances, don't yer, sir? "

" Ah! lad, but I have neglected them; but, God helping me, I mean to begin afresh. At home in the country I have a sick lad dying. I came to town on pressing business. When I kissed him good-bye, he said, ' Father, I wish I had done some work for Jesus '; and the words stuck to me all day long, and the next day too, until the evening when I was passing down this street your text fell on my hat. I opened it and read, I must work the works of Him that sent Me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.' (John 9. 4). It seemed like a command from heaven."

Tears of joy were rolling down the lad's face. " It's too much, sir," he said, " altogether too much."

" Tell me stow you managed to get the paper to start it, my lad."

" That warn't hard, sir. I jest had a talk with Granny, and offered to give up my ha'porth of milk she gives me most days, if she would buy me paper instead. You know, sir, it can't last long. The parish doctor says a few months of cold weather may finish me off, and a drop of milk ain't much to give up for my blessed Jesus. Are people happy as have lots to give Him, sir? "

The visitor sighed. " Ah! lad, you are a great. deal happier in this wretched room, making sacrifices for Jesus, than thousands who profess to belong to Him, and who have time, talents, and money, and yield little or nothing to Him.

" They Don't Know Him, Sir.

Knowin' is lovin', and lovin' and tryin' to please Him is doin'. It ain't love without.

" You are right, Tom. But now about yourself. How would you like to end your days in one of those homes for cripple lads, where you would be nursed and cared for, and where you would see the trees and flowers, and hear the birds sing? I could get you into one not far from my home if you liked, Tom."

The weary lad looked wistfully into the man's kindly face, and after a few moment's silence, answered: " Thank'ee, sir; I've heard tell of 'em afore, but I ain't anxious to die easy when He died hard. I might get taken up with them things a bit too much, and I'd rather be a-lookin' at Him, and a-carryin' on this 'ere work till He come to fetch me."

" Well, my lad, then I will see that you have proper food and all the paper you need while you live. I will settle it with one of the Bible-women. Now, laddie, before I go I want you to pray aloud for me."

There was a bright light on the poor, pale, upturned face, as he said in a tone of the deepest reverence: "Lord Jesus, I know you're a- listenin', and I'm much obliged to You for sending this gentleman here to cheer me in my work. Now, Lord Jesus, he's a bit troubled about not havin' lived for Thee in past days, will You help him to see that there's nothin' left undone in the comin' days? and please, Lord, make him go straight away and tell them other rich men of Thy love. Now, Lord Jesus, please bless this kind friend, all roads and always. I ask this for Thy name's sake." "Amen," said the deep-toned voice.

Then the gentleman rose, and said farewell. Before leaving London he made every arrangement for the lad to be cared for, and then with a gladder heart he went back to his beautiful country home, and lived for Christ. As soon as he could he built a Gospel Hall on his own grounds and preached Jesus to the villagers, and told them of his second conversion through le cripple boy and his text, many being led to Christ.

News of the dying lad reached them from time to time through the Bible-woman, but it was not till winter had set in, and the snow had fallen and covered the earth with its crystal whiteness, that they heard that the dear lad had Gone To Be With Jesus.

The same post brought a parcel which contained Tom's much-prized and much-used Bible. What a precious relic was that marked Bible in that beautiful home 1 for when the cripple boy's friend lent it to his youngest son to read, the careful marking, the short simple prayers written by the cripple lad on the margin, and the dying wish on the fly-leaf, written about a week before his death, that this Holy Book may be as great a friend to someone else as it has been to me," made such a deep impression on the youth that he got converted, and gave himself to the Lord, and later on to mission work in foreign fields; and out in Central Africa he has shown that worn-out Bible to many a native Christian when telling them about Cripple Tom and his texts.

Reader, young or old, have you learned to know the Lord Jesus as your personal Savior? If not, He waits to be gracious-to be to you, little child, and to you, grown-up man and woman, all that He was to Cripple Tom.

If you do know Him, are you seeking to serve Him?

If a dying lad, in suffering and destitution, could joyfully deny the little sip of milk, which cooled his parched lips, and partly fed his weary body, surely it is possible for us to suffer a little, deny ourselves a little, and work a little for the blessed Savior, who has loved us, and given Himself for us.

Does Death in Battle Win Heaven?

ALAS! there are preachers of foremost rank in the religious world, who have been to the front, and told the brave soldiers in the trenches, that if they fall in battle, their heroism will win them heaven.

Never was there a more cruel lie coined in hell than this. It has been made to do service among the heathen for centuries. Mohammedans are promised a sensual paradise as the reward for laying down their lives in battle. Heathens generally have this idea.

Such a pagan idea should be kept out of so-called Christian lands. But, alas! what a horrible stoop from the simplicity and purity of the Gospel it is that it should be preached to brave men about to face the enemy, or whispered to dying heroes on the battlefield, or in the hospital, that death in battle saves.

No wonder a well-known clergyman described this idea as

" PAGANISM REVIVED."

Nurse Cavell, when awaiting her martyrdom. in Brussels at the hands of the Germans, said to the British chaplain, " I know patriotism is NOT enough." Surely her death was as courageous and heroic as that of any soldier, but she knew that only faith in the Lord Jesus Christ as her personal Savior could save her. In that trust she passed away, thank God.

No; it is not the death of the soldier for his country, wonderful as that is, that can save him; but the death of the Lord Jesus Christ for the sinner that can save.

" Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved " (Acts 16. 31). That is

THE ONLY WAY.

The Savior said, " I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father but by Me" (John 14. 6).

The Dying Soldier

THE battle was at its height. A thick cloud of smoke hung like a funeral pall over the contending armies. The roar of artillery was perfectly deafening. The day wore away, and the evening drew on. As the cool night wind blew over the battlefield, and the golden glow yet lingered in the west, the air was filled with the groans of the wounded and dying.

As departing souls were passing into eternity, and many a wounded soldier was praying for death to call him away, a small party of men were picking their way amidst the weltering heap of corpses. The burden, which they were carrying, was a wounded comrade. " Put me down," said he; " do not take the trouble to carry me farther. I am dying, comrades! Hark! the bugle sounds the charge; put me down." Unwillingly they did so, and returned to the ranks. A few minutes, which must have seemed hours to the sufferer, passed, and an officer came that way, and seeing the poor fellow, he stopped and said kindly, " Can I do anything for you? '

" Nothing, thank you, sir," said the poor sufferer, striving to raise his hand to the salute.

" Shall I get you a little water? " continued the kind-hearted officer, touched more than he liked to show.

" No, thank you, sir; I am dying."

" Is there nothing I can do for you? Shall I write to your friends, or send any message to tell them of your death? "

The tears stood in the soldier's eyes. " I have no friends, sir, that you can write to. And yet there is one thing for which I should be much obliged. In my knapsack here, sir, under my head, you will find a Testament. Will you open it at the 14th Chapter of John, and near the end of the Chapter you will find a verse that begins with ' Peace '? Will you read it? "

The officer stooped down, and with trembling fingers opened the knapsack.' He took out the well-worn Testament and searched for the Chapter. His eye lighted on the verse. He glanced at the dying man; the light of faith and hope gleamed in that upturned face. The officer turned aside to hide a tear. That bright hope, which buoyed up the soldier, reminded him of the last moments of his own mother. He looked again at the verse, it was the very one which her dying lips had repeated-and here, amidst the roar of artillery and the din of war, he must read those solemn words. He steadied his voice, and read:

" PEACE I LEAVE WITH YOU, MY PEACE I GIVE UNTO YOU: NOT AS THE WORLD GIVETH, GIVE I UNTO YOU. LET NOT YOUR HEART BE TROUBLED, NEITHER LET IT BE AFRAID."

The reading of that verse scarcely occupied a minute of time; yet the thoughts of both reader and listener roved over years long passed away. The dying soldier was far from the battlefield, and again in the little village where he had passed his boyhood. How well he could remember his dear pastor, long gone to that home to which he was following him. Soon the soldier would meet his friend in heaven, and would be able to tell him how he-the roughest and wildest boy in the village, over whom that pastor had shed many a tear, and for whom he had often prayed-had been brought by the Good Shepherd into the true fold. Such was the picture which filled the soldier's soul as he looked back. As he looked forward, the glory dazzled him; bright angels seemed pressing around him; Jesus looking down; the battlefield seemed far away, as the loving voice he knew so well-that of his Savior and his God-whispered, " COME UP HITHER."

And what of the officer? The words of Jesus rang from his lips-those lips which had not read a verse from the Word of God for many a long year, and he thought of that mother, whose hope had been in the Lord, and whose death he could never forget. He remembered the long course of years since-how the memory of her counsel had faded away, how he had joined in the laugh and sneer against the Word of God, which he now held in his hand, and had often declared " that soldiers had nothing to do with religion; no time to attend to their souls "-and yet here he was, on the battlefield, with the despised New Testament in his hand, reading to a dying man. What would his gay and infidel companions say could they see him thus? A feeling of shame filled his soul and burnt in his cheek. But it passed away as he looked on the dying man, and saw that his heart was full, not of a " fearful looking for of judgment," but of " joy and peace in believing."

" How strange it is," thought he, " there must be something which I do not know in a religion like this." The officer, as he looked agaii on the radiant face, thought, " Well, a religion, which can make a man smile joy as he lies on the cold ground on a battlefield in the agonies of death, is a religion worth having."

The dying man raised himself on his elbow, and gazed at the officer as if reading his thoughts. Thank you, sir," said he,

" I HAVE THAT PEACE; I AM GOING TO THAT SAVIOR.

God is with me. I want no more. Keep it, sir," he continued, his voice sinking so low that his listener had to bend down his ear to his lips, " keep the Testament; it led me to Jesus, it will lead you." The spasm of death caught his voice, and fluttered across his face, and he fell heavily back into a pool of blood.

The young officer placed the book in his breast pocket as he hastened to rejoin his regiment.

If I am spared," said he, " I will know this peace for myself."

The soldier was safe in Christ, and so now is the officer. A small gravestone stands on the battlefield, with the name and regiment of a private soldier. It was put up by an officer high in command, who keeps that grave sacredly, and on it are carved the words,

" HE ASKED LIFE OF THEE, AND THOU GAVEST IT HIM, EVEN LENGTH OF DAYS Forever AND EVER."

Every Knee Shall Bow

(Rom. 14. 11)

CHARLES LAMB, the skeptical poet, was telling what he should do if the world's greatest men suddenly came into the room. Among others Shakespeare was named.

" Ah! we should all rise, and uncover, if Shakespeare came in."

" And Christ? "

With a hushed voice, he stuttered out, " You see, we should all kneel."

He spoke the truth for once.

Five Thousand Miles to Save a Right Arm

A Young man of thirty-five was prospecting for gold on the banks of the river, Magdalena, in Colombia, South America, when an Indian attacked him. He carried a formidable weapon, a poisoned knife, and with this he struck at the young man.

The young man deflected the knife with his whip, so that the blow was not fatal, but his right arm was ripped open. There was no doctor, or, for the matter of that, even a white man within hundreds of miles. The young man with difficulty got back to his hut. With his left hand he injected anti-tetanus serum into himself, and poured whiskey over the wound in lieu of iodine.

A native woman helped to bandage the arm.

The knife which struck him was tipped with native poison, which spread all over his body. It was a grim fight between life and death. For weeks he was delirious. At last he woke to consciousness, and when able to move, set out for civilization and the effort to save his right arm.

Five thousand miles he traveled to Plymouth in his earnest desire to be healed. We know no more of him, but sincerely trust he was successful in his search.

We greatly admire the courage and earnestness of the young man. We think he took a very admirable course. But what we have related gave us to think very seriously. Are there not multitudes bitten by the terrible virus of sin, their whole beings poisoned by self-love and self-will, and leaving God right out of their calculations?

If there is one sinister feature that is more serious than another, it is the deadly indifference to God and His claims, to sin and its results, to death, to heaven and hell that marks so-called Christian lands.

If you happen to be indifferent to these things, may we, entreat you to wake up before it is too late, before the current that will sweep you over the falls of time into the ocean of eternity reaches you? The end will assuredly come. Death is the wages of sin, and the acid test of a man's life. A man is making his eternity every day of his life.

Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap (Gal. 6. 7). How solemn it is to read the words, " He that is unjust, let him be unjust still: and he which is filthy, let him be filthy still: and he that is righteous, let him be righteous still: and he that is holy, let him be holy still " (Rev. 22. 11). To have your condition fixed for all eternity, without hope of alteration, or cessation, is indeed alarming, if unsaved.

But if you are concerned about your sins, if you realize that you are not fit for God's holy presence, there is, thank God, a road back to God for the vilest sinner. The Lord Jesus, the only begotten Son of God, veiled His essential glory, stooped to man's estate, and died " the Just for the unjust, that He might bring us to God " (1 Peter 3. 18). He said, " I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father but by Me " (John 14. 6); and " Him that cometh to Me I will in no wise cast out " (John 6. 37).

There is the way of blessing for you, and the only way. You need forgiveness and salvation, and these priceless gifts can only be had from the Savior of sinners Come, just as you are, to the Lord. He will receive you. Tens of thousands have done so, and found Him as good as His word without one exception.

Forgiveness

1. It is secured for us by the blood of Christ.

2. It is received by us through faith.

3. It is assured to us by the Word of God.

How simple, how encouraging, how graciously lovely, are these closing invitations to the thirsty on the closing pages of Holy Writ!

" I will give... freely."

" I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely" (Rev. 21. 6).

" Let him take... freely."

" And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely" (Rev. 22. 17).

Freely, for nothing, through no effort of yours, God will give. Freely, whosoever you may be, you may receive. Accept this wonderful invitation.

God Answers Your Questions

I AM young yet, and likely to live. I hardly need think of these things yet (?)

God says: " Boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth " (Prov. 27. 1).

If I do die, shall I not be done with?

" The rich man died, and was buried; and in hell he lifted up his eyes, being in torments " (Luke 16. 22, 23).

But I suppose it will be determined at the judgment day who will be sent there?

He that believeth not is condemned ALREADY, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God " (John 3. 18).

But I have lived a comparatively harmless life; am I condemned?

God says: " There is none righteous, no, not one " (Rom. 3. 10). " Except a man be BORN AGAIN, he cannot see the kingdom of God " (John 3. 3).

God is a merciful God, and I trust that He will pass over my many misdeeds.

" He will by no means clear the guilty " (Ex. 34. 7). " Because I have called, and ye refused; I also will laugh when your fear cometh " (Prov. 1. 24, 26).

But I say my prayers, and have given to God's work surely that will count in my favor?

"Many will say to Me in that day... we have done many wonderful works. -I never knew you, depart from Me " (Matt. 7. 22, 23).

Why put me on the same level as the drunkard or social outcast?

God says: " By one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; -all have sinned " (Rom. 5. 12).-" All we, like sheep, have gone astray " (Isa. 53. 6).

I cannot credit that I and the immoral are alike before God.

Whosoever shall keep the whole law, and yet offend in one point, he is guilty of all " (James 2. 10).

If that be the case, I must plead guilty. I have sinned. What must I do to be saved?

" Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved " (Acts 16. 31).

Tell me exactly what I am to believe.

That " The Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all " (Isa. 53. 6). " He gave Himself for me " (Gal. 2. 20). " The Just for the unjust " (1 Peter 3. 18).

But must I do nothing to gain salvation?

" A man is not justified by the works of the law; but by the faith of Jesus Christ " (Gal. 2. 16).

I have believed from my earliest years that Jesus died, and rose again, and yet I am not saved.

" If thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus and shalt believe IN THINE HEART that God Lath raised Him from the dead, thou shalt be saved " (Rom. 10. 9).

But does not the Bible say, " Work out your own salvation"?

Yes; when salvation is yours, but not until then. God says, " To him that worketh not, but believeth on Him that justifieth the ungodly, his faith is counted for righteousness " (Rom. 4. 5).

To be saved just by believing seems too simple.

" If the prophet had bid thee do some great thing, wouldest thou not have done it? how much rather then, when He saith to thee, Wash and be clean? " (2 Kings 5. 13). " Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou SHALT be saved " (Acts 16. 31).

Did God really love me before I was saved?

" God commendeth His love toward us, in that, WHILE WE WERE YET SINNERS, Christ died for us " (Rom. 5. 8). " Hereby perceive we the love of God, because He laid down His life for us " (1 John 3. 16).

I often think I am too great a sinner to be saved.

"Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as SCARLET, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool " (Isa. 1. 18).

But I should have to make so many sacrifices if I became a Christian?

"What is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? " (Matt. 16.26).

God Is Not Mocked

A notorious infidel had a considerable following in a certain Yorkshire town. He was one of the braggart stamp, and seemed to revel in his outpourings of blasphemy against God. One day, in the height of his folly, he challenged God, if such a Being existed, to fight him in a certain wood.

The day came, and he went defiantly to the wood, stayed a certain time, and returned home again apparently all right, and no doubt jubilant of his seeming success.

But when in the wood there had alighted on his eyelid a tiny midge, which he brushed away, paying no attention to it. At night it swelled up, and blood poisoning setting in, he died.

" The fool hath saith in his heart, There is no God." God sent one of His tiniest insects, and the boasting braggart fell before it.

God Says I Am Saved by an Old Physician

Not long since, I was asked to visit a young girl about seventeen years of age, who had injured herself, and was thought to be dying. I had known her for some time, and was aware that she was very delicate, but, on calling, learned that she had fallen out of bed, and had received an injury to the back of her head which, it was judged, would eventually prove fatal. Being under the care of another surgeon, I had nothing to do with her treatment; so after making a few inquiries as to her bodily suffering, which was great (especially when moved by others, for she was almost completely paralyzed), I began to speak to her about the state of her soul.

" Are you quite happy? " I said.

" No, sir."

" Why? Are you not saved? "

" I am not sure."

" But why are you not sure? Do you believe on the Lord Jesus Christ? "

" Yes, but I don't feel saved."

Do you feel lost? "

" Yes, I do," and she now began to weep. " Why do you know you are lost? "

" Because I am a sinner, and God's Word says so."

" Then you believe His Word, do you? " " Oh! yes, sir; indeed I do."

" Well, then, His Word says, ' Look unto Me, and be ye saved' (Isa. 45. 22). Do you believe that? "

" Yes."

" But are you looking to Jesus? in other words, trusting in, or believing on Jesus? "

" Yes, sir; but I don't FEEL as I should like to."

" Granted; but does it say, ' Look unto Me, and FEEL saved? ' "

" No."

" What then? "

" Be ye saved."

" What? "

" Be ye saved."

" When is that, to-day or to-morrow? " " When I LOOK."

" But are you looking? "

" Yes, I am really looking to Jesus."

Then, are you saved? "

She paused a moment, and then firmly replied, " I don't FEEL it, but GOD SAYS I AM SAVED. I see it now."

The next moment her eyes lit up, and her pallid face told the tale of a new spring of joy having been opened to her.

" Well," I said, " if any one were to come in and ask you now if you were saved, what would you say? "

" I would say ' Yes.' "

" And if they asked you how you knew it and were sure of it, what would you say? "

" I would say that I do believe in Jesus, and God says in His Word that whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish, but HAVE everlasting life; and though I don't FEEL it, I do believe what God says."

" Then you rest your soul on Jesus and on God's Word? "

" Yes, sir, I do; and I could die happy now. I'd like to go at once to Jesus."

" You have no fears? "

" No, none."

" No doubts? "

" No; why should I? I see it all clearly. I'm only a poor sinner-and JESUS DIED FOR ME-and I BELIEVE in Him-AND GOD SAYS I AM SAVED, and SO I KNOW I am."

Reader, what about you? Do you know that you are saved?

God's Eye Is Upon You

A christless professor of religion in America once wrote to a celebrated actor saying he would like to see him perform in a certain play, if there was a side door in the theater through which he could pass without being seen.

The actor's reply was a remarkable one. " Sir," he wrote, " there is no door into my theater through which God cannot see."

So, sinner, you will find that there is no place where your hand can hide your sins. In God's book they are recorded. His eye has been upon you throughout guilty years gone by. No secret has escaped His notice.

But God, Who knows all about you, desires your eternal blessing. His well-beloved Son He sent into this world to be your Savior. " Christ... gave Himself a Ransom for all" (1 Tim. 2. 6). He gave Himself a Ransom for you. Will you receive Him as your Savior?

God's Gift

GOD'S GIFT IS CHRIST HIMSELF.

" God so loved the world, that He GAVE His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life " (John 3. 16).

GOD'S GIFT IS LIVING WATER THROUGH CHRIST.

" If thou knewest the GIFT of God, and who it is that saith to thee, Give Me to drink: thou wouldest have asked of Him, and He would have given thee living water " (John 4. 10).

GOD'S GIFT IS ETERNAL LIFE.

" The wages of sin is death; but the GIFT of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord" (Rom. 6. 23).

GOD'S GIFT OF FAITH.

" By grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the GIFT of God " (Eph. 2. 8).

GOD'S GIFT IS RIGHTEOUSNESS.

" They which receive abundance of grace, and of the GIFT of righteousness, shall reign in life by One, Jesus Christ " (Rom. 5. 17).

GOD'S GIFT IS THE HOLY GHOST.

" Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the GIFT of the Holy Ghost " (Acts 2. 38).

Reader, there is only one of two things you can do with a GIFT-accept it or reject it. It is impossible to buy it, or else it would be a purchase; to earn it, or else it would be your due. There is only one God-honoring course you can take, that is, RECEIVE it. Accept then God's gift in simple faith, and the blessings of the Gospel are yours. All God's gifts are in His blessed Son. It is impossible to receive one without Him. Receive Him, and you receive all.

He's Altogether Lovely

H AVE you heard the angels' story of a Savior come to earth?

How the shepherds saw the glory of the infant Jesus' birth,

When the bright light shone around them, they obeyed the heavenly call,

And in swaddling clothes they found Him, 'midst the cattle in the stall?

Have you heard the Master weeping o'er the sinful hearts of men,

With a love that knows no sleeping, calling loudly unto them?

As the hen beneath her feathers soothes the little ones' alarms,

So Jesus runs and gathers all who want Him to His arms.

Did you never hear how Jesus gave to wearied hearts sweet rest?

How He cured from all diseases those who came to Him opprest?

The poor dying thief He pardoned, and the woman at the well,

For no matter how sin-hardened-Oh! His love can break the spell!

Have you been to sad Gethsemane, and viewed that prostrate form

Of Jesus with the enemy bowed down beneath the storm?

Have you seen those blood-drops falling? heard that agonizing groan,

As He prayed, His Father calling, " Not My will, but Thine be done "?

Have you felt in Calvary's fountain the deep drawing of His love,

When He died on yonder mountain, your Redeemer from above?

There's forgiveness in His precious blood, forgiveness in His prayer

There's forgiveness through our pardoning God-forgiveness free as air!

He's Left All

Two friends met on the street.

They had just heard of the sudden death of a mutual acquaintance, possessed of much of this world's goods.

" What has he left? " inquired one.

" He's left ALL," was the abrupt and unexpected reply.

Yes; and when you come to die, my unconverted reader, YOU will Leave all-your friends, your home, your pleasures, your money, your all.

But stay, there is one thing, my unsaved friend, you would give worlds to be able to leave behind, but you cannot-YOUR SINS, unless you come to the Lord, and experience the cleansing value of the precious blood of Christ.

" The blood of Jesus Christ His Son, cleanseth... from ALL sin."

(1 John 1. 7).

The Five go Together.

" Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that heareth My word, and believeth on Him that sent Me, hath everlasting life, and shall not come into condemnation, but is passed from death unto life."

(John 5. 24).

IN this verse we have five precious things. Please to take particular notice of them:

John 5. 24.

1 Heareth 2 Believeth 3 HATH 4 Shall Not 5 IS

And mark, THE FIVE GO TOGETHER: you cannot have TWO and leave THREE, or THREE and leave TWO.

THEY GO ALL TOGETHER.

God says, " Here, poor anxious souls, here is a bundle of blessings for you."

Now, just read the verse again, and be sure you don't miss anything out of the bundle.

But I think I hear some anxious soul saying, " Oh! yes, I know all that; I've read that verse over and over again; but still I'm no better-it's no use going over it any more, I don't feel that I'm saved! '

" I'm very thankful, indeed, for that."

" Thankful, Sir, because I can't say I'm saved '? "

" No! but thankful you can't FEEL saved. You see, you are trying to put into the bundle what God leaves out, and leaving out what God puts in. FEELING SAVED is not in the whole verse. ' Faith cometh by hearing' (Rom. 10. 17), and, in this verse,

The Lord puts HEARING first;

then BELIEVING; then HATH;

then SHALL NOT;

then IS.

You want to leave out the BELIEVING, and substitute FEELING.

" So I am thankful, as I said before, that you don't FEEL SAVED; for if you were to get some nice FEELINGS, you would run away with the idea that you were saved, and if asked, ' Are you saved? ' you would reply, ' Yes.' ' How do you know? " Well, I've felt a change, and I'm very happy.'

" Then the first time the dark clouds sailed across your sky your feelings would go, and then you would have lost your Savior. Thus you would make a Savior of your FEELINGS instead of CHRIST. Now, please don't put in what God leaves out, and don't say you know all about it, for I'm sure you don't know these five precious things that are linked together.

LET US LOOK AT THE VERSE CLOSELY.

" Well, look here, have you ' heard' the Word? "

" Yes, I have."

" And believed on Him that sent Him? " " Yes, I do believe."

" Well, now, please tell me what you believe? "

" I believe that God sent Jesus to take my place, and He died for me, and I accept Him as my own personal Savior."

"Do you? "

" Yes, I do."

" Now, you are sure you do? "

" Quite sure."

" Then you have HEARD? "

" Yes, I have."

" And you BELIEVE? "

" Yes, I do."

'` Then, wh,at is the third thing? "

" HATH everlasting life.' "

" Then, have you got everlasting life? "

" Ah! well, but you see that's just what I

cannot say; if I could only feel sure about that

point I should be all right.'

" Well, what do you think would make you feel sure? "

" I scarcely know."

" Look here, supposing you owed the rent of a house and couldn't pay it, and I go and pay every farthing of it, and bring you the receipt. What would make you sure as to the rent being paid? "

" Oh! the receipt, of course.'

" Quite so, and you would FEEL nappy because you KNEW your rem was paid, and

should the landlord again demand the rent, you would not speak to him of your feelings, but produce the receipt. And God is holding, out His receipt to you, and you are shutting your eyes to it, and wanting to FEEL it, instead of reading and believing it.

" You have HEARD? "

" Yes."

" You BELIEVE? "

" Yes."

" Then God says, you HAVE, not you HOPE to get. HATH everlasting life ' is His word, and that is not all; you SHALL NOT come into condemnation ' or judgment. That has all fallen on Jesus, and the believer is in Him, and there is therefore NOW NO CONDEMNATION to them which are IN Christ Jesus' (Rom. 8. 1).

" You will never stand before The Great White Throne to be judged for your sins; all your judgment was borne by Jesus on the Cross, and He has so settled that question, that God has raised Him from the dead.

The Lord Jesus in the glory is the proof that the debt is paid, and thus you can never come into judgment, for your sins are all gone.

" But that is not all, even, for we get another thing, ' IS passed from death unto life.' You were in a state of death, ' dead in trespasses and sins ' (Eph. 2. 1). But now you ARE passed from death unto life; not WILL do so by and by, but, IS passed.' How glorious! Quickened together, raised up together, made to sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus (Eph. 2. 5, 6). What a bundle of blessings, and any poor sinner

that has HEARD and' BELIEVED, gets the other three also, for they all go together.

" Now, anxious one, would you like the five? "

" Yes, indeed, I would."

" Will you take them? "

" Then, here they are for you:-

" HEARETH My Word.' Have you heard? " " Yes, I have."

" BELIEVETH on Him that sent Me.' Do you believe? "

" Yes, I do."

" HATH everlasting life.' Have you it? " " Yes, I see I have."

" ' SHALL NOT come into condemnation.' Will you be condemned? "

" No, I am sure I shall not; I see it now."

" IS passed from death unto life.' Are you thus passed? "

" Yes, I see I am."

" Then you take the five in all together? " " I do."

" And you are saved? "

Yes."

" When? "

" Now."

" How do you know? "

" God says so in that verse."

" And you are now perfectly satisfied with His word? "

" Yes, indeed I am."

" Well,

' WHOSOEVER BELIEVETH ON HIM SHALL NOT BE ASHAMED '" (Rom. 10. 11).

There is a God

HERE is a God, all nature cries,

I see it painted on the skies,

I see it in the flow'ring spring, I hear it when the birdlings sing,

I see it in the flowing main,

I see it on the fruitful plain,

I see it stamped on hail and snow, I see it where the streamlets flow, I see it in the clouds that soar,

I hear it when the thunders roar, I see it when the morning shines, I see it when the day declines,

I see it in the mountain's height, I see it in the smallest mite,

I see it everywhere abroad,

I feel-I know, there is a God.

FORGIVEN

N the Evergreen Cemetery near New York I there stands a gravestone. Upon it is carved

one solitary but charming word-" FORGIVEN." No name, no date, nothing but the one word is to be seen.

Could as much be truthfully engraved on YOUR gravestone?

How an Infidel Was Saved

SOME years ago, a tall, smartly-dressed, intelligent-looking young fellow might have been seen, for several evenings in succession, sitting amongst several hundred men in a restaurant beneath the shadow of St. Paul's Cathedral in London.

A fortnight's Gospel mission was in progress. It was my happy work to conduct the services, and one evening he followed the preaching with more than ordinary earnestness.

At the close of the meeting he came forward to me, and said, " I should like to have a little talk with you to-night, sir, if I may? "

" I am anxious, sir," said he, " to get a few questions cleared up to-night if you can help me! " There was a ring of earnestness and sincerity about him which at once struck me.

" I might as well tell you, sir," he continued, " I am an infidel! I have learned all my infidelity from the Hyde Park preachers,-indeed, I may say I am now one of them myself; but I have come to the conclusion that we are all of us pure theorizers, and I don't think any of us get any real satisfaction out of our theories-at least I don't, that's certain.

" How I came into these meetings at all I can hardly say, beyond this," said he, producing a card of invitation to the meetings. " In an aimless, indifferent sort of way I strolled in the other night, but I at once found myself in an atmosphere to which I was altogether unaccustomed.

" I became interested as the meeting proceeded, and began to feel that there was considerable force in what was said, and I came to the conclusion that you at any rate seemed to possess what I desired, but knew nothing about -satisfaction!"

Continuing his remarks, he said, " Well, I am afraid I am pretty much in the same place to-night where that young man was of whom you spoke this evening, who could not see the necessity for Christ or His death.

" I have begun to realize somewhat of my responsibility to God, but I don't seem to see what actual necessity there is for Christ to die for me. Would you mind repeating what you said to him? "

I replied, " My object was to show him that apart from Christ and His atoning death his case was hopeless. Let me put it to you now. Suppose, by way of illustration, I owe your firm £5,000, and I am totally unable to meet even a fraction of it! Now if they cannot afford to relieve me from my liabilities and I cannot meet their righteous demands, what is to save me from bankruptcy and ruin? "

" Nothing," said he, " absolutely nothing, unless same one comes forward-"

" Excuse my interruption," I said, " but you must please not introduce any third party into this business-the question is altogether between your firm and me.'

" Well, but," said he, " if you are to be saved from ' going down,' some one must come to the rescue "

" No," I repeated " you must not introduce any one."

" Then in that case," said he, " your case is hopeless! "

" That is identically your own position before God to-night! " I remarked. " As a sinner, God has passed upon you the solemn sentence of death, as being His righteous judgment against sin; ' So death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned ' (Rom. 5. 12).

" This sentence has never been revoked, has no equivalent, and knows no commutation.

" Nothing can substitute death! Neither repentance, reformation, tears, nor prayers, or all put together could be accepted by God in lieu of death.

" Behind you lies a history that you cannot alter, upon you lies a sentence you cannot evade; therefore, if some one is not found to step in between you and your sentence, your case is hopeless too!

“Who could be found to do this? If a substitute is to be found, it must be one upon whom death has no claim! The whole of Adam's fallen race could not furnish such an one.

"Listen to the heaven-sent message! Oh what music to a sinner's ears! ' Deliver him from going down to the pit: I have found a ransom' (Job 33. 24).

" Who is this that has been found to stand in the breach? There is ' one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus, who gave Himself a ransom for all ' (1 Tim. 2. g, 6).

" Thus it was in love divine, Jesus-the sinless Son of God-left the throne of glory for the shameful Cross, that He might die for sinners.

" What a hum of satisfaction would fill the court if a judge, after imposing the heaviest fine the law would permit upon some guilty offender, should thereupon step down from the bench, and fill in a check for the full amount, thus at his own expense meeting the claims of the law he had just administered.

" Would he not thereby at once put the delinquent as righteously beyond the claims of justice as if he had never been guilty at all?

" What would you have to say of the God who could righteously pass the sentence of death upon us as sinners-and did-and then in the person of His own Son-God manifest in flesh-leave His throne, and at His own infinite personal cost meet that sentence in laying down His life for us? is not He to be trusted? Would you not say, What a blessed combination of love and justice!"

" Yes, indeed," said he, " that helps me a good deal but somehow I do not seem to be able to get the benefit of it for myself I Ought I now to ask Jesus to intercede for me? "

" No," I said, " that is not the way I Let us return to the old illustration. Suppose you had stepped in between your firm and me, and charging yourself with my liability, had offered to your firm that which they had accepted as a full settlement of all their claims on me. Should I need to go to you after that, and ask you to use your good offices, and intercede with your firm for me? "

" Oh! no," replied he. " I can see there is no need for that; if the thing is settled, it is settled, and there is an end of it."

" Well, now," I said, " that is exactly the position of things. The offering needed to make an atonement for sin has been made to God in the death of Christ-and better still, it has been accepted and witnessed to in the resurrection, and as a result God sends the joyous message of salvation and peace into this world."

Turning to my Bible, I pointed out to him those golden words, " Be it known unto you, therefore that through this Man is preached unto you the forgiveness of sins, and by Him all that believe are justified from all things " (Acts 13. 38, 39). I shall never forget the effect of those words upon him!

" Oh! do let me look at that," said he, taking out his pocket-book to make a note of the place. " I've never seen anything so clear as that I " and as he looked the fountains broke up, and the tears fell hot and fast on the back of my hand as I held the Bible for him to read.

Those were grateful drops, reader, more refreshing to heaven even than to me! I did not wipe them off, I assure you!

" Oh, that's fine! " said he.

Just to test him, I said, " What is fine? "

" Why, look there," he said. " All that believe are justified! ' "

" But what has that to do with you? " I asked.

" Do with me? " he said in joyful surprise, " Why I am there!" and overcome by emotion, he pointed out the words, "All that believe are justified!"

The thirsty ground never more readily drank in the welcome shower than that thirsty soul drank in the Water of Life that night.

He took his place there and then in the happy circle of " All that believe," and went home with the God-given assurance that he was cleared from all things!

Cannot you do the same?

How and When

" Whose heart the Lord opened " (Acts 16. 14).

You ask me how I came to Christ?I do not know.

There came a yearning for Him in my heart So long ago.

I found earth's flowers would fade and die,-

I wept for something that would satisfy;

And then-and then somehow I seemed to dare

To lift,my heart to Him in prayer.

I do not know-I cannot tell you-how,

I only know He is my Savior now.

You ask me when I came to Christ? I cannot tell.

The day, or just the hour I do not now Remember well.

It must have been when I was all alone,

The light of His forgiving Spirit shone

Into my heart, so clouded o'er with sin,

I think-I think 'twas then I let Him in.

I do not know-I cannot tell you-when

I only know He is so dear since then!

How Will You Die?

Wilmot, an infidel, died in 1680. He laid his emaciated hand on the Bible, and exclaimed solemnly and with energy, " The only objection against this book is-a bad life."

How different was Charles Wesley's end, who died in 1788. His last words were, " I shall be satisfied with Thy likeness; satisfied-satisfied Satisfied."

Voltaire, the famous infidel, the tool and plaything of Frederick the Great, died in 1778, alternating praying and blaspheming, and crying, " O Christ! O Jesus Christ! "

Augustus Toplady, author of the hymn, " Rock of Ages cleft for me," when dying exclaimed, " I praise God for what is most of all-His abiding presence and the shining of His love upon my soul. The sky is clear, there is no cloud. Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly."

I Should So Love to Lay My Crown at His Feet

ONE of the chaplains of her late Majesty, Queen Victoria, had been preaching on the Second Coming of the Lord, and afterward, in conversation with the preacher, the Queen exclaimed: " Oh! how I wish that the Lord would come in my lifetime! "

" Why," asked the chaplain, " does your Majesty feel this very earnest desire?

The Queen replied with quivering lips, and her whole countenance lighted up by deep emotion-

" I should so love to lay my crown at His feet."

If Only I Were One of His Sheep

Adear girl on a bed of sickness was most anxious to be saved. A friend, knowing her distress sent her a Scripture text card through the post. Slowly she read:

" I give unto them [My Sheep] eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of My hand " (John 10. 28).

As she sank back on the pillow, she said, " If only I were one of His sheep I should be happy." However, as the card fell on the coverlet, it turned over, and displayed a text on the other side. Taking it again she read:

" This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners "(1 Tim. 1. 15).

" Oh " she said as this glorious Gospel verse enlightened her soul, " if I'm not a sheep, I'm a sinner, and Christ Jesus came to save sinners." There she trusted Him, there He received her, and putting her upon His strong shoulders, she learned that the blessed Savior of sinners is the Shepherd of the sheep, and in perfect safety He keeps all whom He saves.

In Christ Alone

Taste for yourself; and you will say-

" None other Name for me,
There's love and light, and lasting joy,
Lord Jesus found in Thee."

Ingersoll and Beecher

Beecher were present, the noted agnostic, Colonel Ingersoll, had spoken at some length and had brilliantly put forth his agnostic views. It was expected by those present that Beecher would have replied to these attacks, and would have defended Christianity, but not a word did the old man say.

At last Colonel Ingersoll remarked:

" Mr. Beecher, have you nothing to say on this question? "

The old man slowly lifted himself up from his attitude and replied:

" Nothing: in fact, if you will excuse me for changing the conversation, I will say that while you gentlemen were talking my mind was bent on a most deplorable spectacle which I witnessed to-day."

" What was it? " at once inquired Colonel Ingersoll, who, notwithstanding his peculiar views of the hereafter, was noted for his kindness of heart.

" Why," said Mr. Beecher, " as I was walking down town to-day I saw a poor, lame man with crutches slowly and carefully picking his way through a cesspool of mud, in the endeavor to cross the street.

" He had just reached the middle of the filth, when a big, burly ruffian, himself all bespattered, rushed up to him, jerked the crutches from under the unfortunate man, and left him sprawling and helpless in the pool of liquid dirt which almost engulfed him."

" What a brute he was," said the Colonel.

" What a brute he was," they all echoed.

" Yes," said the old man, rising from his chair and brushing back his long white hair, while his eyes glistened with their old-time fire as he bent them on Ingersoll. " Yes, Colonel Ingersoll, and you are the man. The human soul is lame, but Christianity gives it crutches to enable it to pass along the highway of life. It is your teaching that knocks these crutches from under it and leaves it a helpless and rudderless wreck in the slough of despond.

" If robbing the human soul of its only support on this earth-religion-be your profession, why, ply it to your heart's content. It requires an architect to erect a building; an incendiary may reduce it to ashes."

The old man sat down, and silence brooded over the scene. Colonel Ingersoll found that he had a master in his own power of illustration, and said nothing. The company took their hats and departed.

Is Jesus, God the Son?

THIS question is the supreme test to-day. It is not sufficient to ask, Is Jesus, the Son of God? for it is common nowadays to teach that Shakespeare, Byron, Charles Bradlaugh, Colonel Ingersoll, the drunkard reeling out of the public house, the murderer in the condemned cell, are all sons of God. Such a statement is as false as it is blasphemous.

But ask a plain YES or NO to this question, IS JESUS, GOD THE SON? If the answer is NO, give a very wide berth to the religion that can so reply. Rest assured it is of the devil, however specious and plausible its teachings.

Let the following scriptures speak for themselves on this point.

" The Word was God " (John 1. 1).

" All things were made by Him " (John 1. 3).

" The Word was made flesh " (John 1. 14).

" John bare witness of Him... and bare record that this is the Son of God” (John 1. 15, 34).

Let these scriptures shatter forever the lie that Jesus is not God the Son. Here it tells us the Word-a Divine Person-was God, and the Creator of everything. That being the case He could never cease to be God. Next, we are told that this Divine and Glorious Person became a man-Jesus, the Son of God. No wonder His very name carries this thought. The name, Jesus, means Jehovah Savior, and Jehovah is God. More than seven centuries before His Virgin birth His name WAS given, EMMANUEL (GOD with us).

Let us answer like Thomas of old as be found himself in the presence of the risen Savior.

" My Lord and MY GOD " ( John 20. 28).

It Is Finished

Her constant cry was, " Oh, tell me what can I do I What can I do to be saved? "

Again and again, he told of the work of the Lord Jesus Christ, and how He had cried on the cross, " IT IS FINISHED! "

It seemed, however, to be all in vain, for still the same earnest cry fell from her lips, " Oh! tell me, what must I do to be saved? "

At length the Doctor said: " Then would you like the Lord Jesus to come from heaven again, and to suffer upon the cross for your sins? He has been there, He has done the work, and He has cried, ‘It is finished! ' "

The spell was broken. The anxious one looked off from herself, and anything she could do, to the risen Savior, and to that glorious, all-sufficient work, which He had done, and at once entered into rest of soul.

It Works

The late Dr. Pentecost of the United States I met an infidel, who scoffed at the idea of

anyone putting faith in the Bible. He said, " A good many books of the Bible have no name of the writers attached to them. How then can you have any confidence in a book, whose authorship is so uncertain, and the subject of so much debate? "

" Who wrote the Multiplication Table? " asked Dr. Pentecost.

" I don't know," replied the infidel.

" What a man you are," exclaimed Dr. Pentecost, " you believe it and use it, and yet don't know who was the author of it."

The infidel was hard put to for a reply. He saw his difficulty, but seeing, as he thought, a way out, he said, " But the Multiplication Table works."

" Doubtless," replied Dr. Pentecost, " and so does the Bible. It works."

How true this is as tens of thousands, nay millions of true Christians all over the world and down the centuries, have found out. " The Gospel... is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth " (Rom. 1. 16). Everyone without exception, who has really trusted the Savior, can testify to the truth of this. It works.

The writer knows of a striking case, illustrating what we say. The soldier round whom the story turns has been well known to the writer for many years.

As a young soldier, W- was converted in Ireland. His army record had been particularly bad. A wild youngster, he had committed every kind of military offense. Every form of punishment short of flogging had been his. He was threatened, if he appeared again, that it would mean a court martial with the possibility of two years' imprisonment and discharge from the army with ignominy.

Just then there came the news of the death of the great preacher, C. H. Spurgeon, of the Metropolitan Tabernacle, London. He had spoken to W- as a boy, and his death brought this home to his remembrance. Threatened with expulsion from the army, he began to desire a change in his life. This led to his conversion. An outward change in life would not do. It must be something deeper, a work of God in his soul-conversion, conversion to God, without which there was no real change or blessing. Thank God, this took place. He trusted Christ as his Savior, and then works followed.

Some six years later found W- on foreign service in Jamaica. The Barracks there are

situate high up at Newcastle on the Blue Mountain Range, where the temperature is exceedingly hot during the day,' and bitterly cold at nights. At nights W- and a few Christian comrades, among them a Captain in the regiment, met for prayer and Bible readings. These meetings were held on the bleak mountain side, often above the clouds, when it was bitterly cold, and windswept. A hurricane lamp was used to see by.

These circumstances being difficult, it was proposed that one of them should approach the Commanding Officer, and ask the favor of the use of the Schoolroom once a week for the purpose of their meetings.

The Commanding Officer, a most efficient soldier, was most opposed to anything of a religious nature. Not even the Captain' dared approach him on such a matter. Feeling the importance of the situation, they decided to make it a matter of prayer for a week that their petition might be granted. W- was chosen to be the mouthpiece of the rest. The interview was sought through the usual routine of Sergeant Major and Adjutant, both of whom pitied him in the venture he was making, for the Colonel of the regiment was a very severe man with no soft side for religion. -

The request was made, and point blank refused.

" What has your religion ever done for you? snapped out the Colonel.

W- replied, " Sir, will you look at my Defaulter Sheet? That will speak better than my words."

The orderly was rung for, and told to produce W-'s Defaulter Sheet. It was brought. The orderly retired.

" Sir," said W-, " will you please look at my Defaulter Sheet," mentioning a certain date, " and see what entries there are before that date, and what there are after? "

The Colonel looked with amazement at the sheet. Before the date there was a long list of military offenses, showing how wild and insubordinate W- had been. After that date there was not a single entry. The sheet was as clean as when it left the hands of the manufacturer. The date mentioned was the date of W-'s conversion.

Impressed, the Colonel asked W- to repeat his request. He asked for the use of the Schoolroom.

" You shall have it for two nights a week," snapped out the Colonel.

" Thank you, sir, we will provide the oil for the lamps."

" No, you won't, it will be a charge on the Canteen Funds. You can go." So he was peremptorily dismissed.

Nay, further, later on some of the soldiers desired to have a Sunday evening service. With some little demur, and strict instructions that the service should be orderly and reverential, the request was granted.

This led to a time of rich blessing. Quite a few comrades were converted, among them some very unlikely cases. Eventually request was made and granted for the building of a prayer room by the Christians in the regiment, at their own expense and labor, to be open for access at any time.

Thus God used the Defaulter Sheet. Christianity, real Christianity, works.

Reader, have you ever tried real Christianity? Either it is true or false. If true, you cannot afford to neglect it. If false, how can you explain that when the Bible is practiced in human lives, it produces men and women, who lead pure and holy lives, who are ever seeking the blessing of others? Let W-'s Defaulter Sheet appeal to you. But remember salvation is by faith, faith in the Savior, who died on the cross that your sins might be forgiven. Remember eternal life is a gift, and you cannot work for a gift. " The Gospel of Christ... is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth " (Rom. 1. 16). " Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved " (Acts 16. 31).

The Journey and Its End: Introduction

WE are all journeying. The rich man, the beggar, the old man " peeping for his grave," the child bounding to his play, the soldier on the battlefield, the sailor on the battleship-all are traveling, but whither?

What will the end be? is the question asked in all things. Ten thousand fold more serious does the question become when it relates to eternity and its solemn issues_ And it becomes still more serious when we consider that none of us knows when the end of that journey-the journey to eternity-will be reached.

A case in point is the tube accident, which happened in Paris some years ago. Little did eighty-six of the passengers on that ill-fated train know that it was to be their last ride, and that it was a journey, not to their homes in the suburbs, but a journey to death and eternity!

You may be with them before to-morrow's sun sets in the west.

Are you ready?

The end must come, whether it be to-day, next year, or fifty years hence, but come it must.

Are you ready?

Where will you spend Eternity?

A party of evacuees had been brought to a place considered safe. But the danger-zone of war was drawing uncomfortably near. So the authorities ordered them to pack up their belongings, and get aboard a steamer to be taken to a safe spot. When these evacuees got aboard this steamer, they knew they were going a journey, but they did not know

where they were bound for. What a sad condition to be in? But that is just the condition of very many going the journey of life, but not knowing the end. Perhaps it may be your condition.

The careful perusal of this little book will tell you what the end of your journey will be. Read it carefully.

Joyful Joe: Or, the Cross - the Settlement of Sin

"BUT if you were to die to-night where would you go to? " said I to him.

" To heaven, I hope? " was his reply.

" But why do you hope to go there? Many won't. In what do you differ from others, that entitles you to that hope? "

" Well, I do all I can that's good, and I try to live the best way that I can, and I believe in God, and I hope I'll go to heaven when I die."

" Yes, all very good; but you know ' the devils believe and tremble,' and they are none the better for it."

" True," he said, rather staggered at the idea, and struck with the possibility of his ground not being altogether so firm as he had thought it was. " But," he added, after a little pause, the devils believe and tremble; they do not believe and serve."

" Well, and do you believe and serve? "

" I do."

" You serve God? How long have you served God? "

" Oh! this long time! "

" How long? "

" These many years now."

" How many? "

" Oh! a good many-perhaps a dozen or thirteen."

" But have you ever been converted? "

" Well, I can't say as to that, exactly, but I have served God now these many years; that I'm sure of."

“But Judas Iscariot served also. The Lord Jesus chose him as an apostle; and sent him out to preach the Gospel, and to cure diseases, and do many similar things along with the other apostles; and we know that he was a traitor after all, and has gone to hell."

" Oh! I hope not. I hope no person has gone there, nor ever will go there. That's an awful place, and it's an awful thing to say of anyone. I would not say that of anyone. I hope God is too good to send anyone there. Oh I no; I wouldn't say that of anyone."

" But do you believe there is such a place as ' everlasting burnings? ' "

After a pause he replied thoughtfully, " Yes, I do; for the Book says it; and if I did not believe in ' everlasting fire,' I could not believe in ' everlasting life,' for it is the same Book that tells me of the one that tells me of the other also. I must believe it."

" Well, and if you had your deserts, which would be your proper portion, eternal life or eternal judgment? '

" Eternal judgment; I know that, if I had my deserts, for there's not a wickeder living man in the town than I have been."

" And how then are you to escape it, if you deserve it? How do you expect to go to heaven? "

" Well, I just do the best I can, and pray to God, and believe, and hope He will have mercy on me, when I die, and overlook my sins."

" That He won't. He couldn't do it," I replied.

Looking at me with a mixture of amazement, curiosity, and contempt at my ignorance, he replied in a most cynical tone, " Then there's no salvation for me."

" No," I calmly said, " not in that way."

" Then how am I to get it? Let me hear your way."

" Now," I said, " look here; suppose you owed a bill, say £10, at a place of business, and you could not pay it. And suppose there were different partners in the firm; we will call them, for example, Mr. William and Mr. Henry, etc. Now, if you went in one day to make known your poverty, and found Mr. William making up the books, and he said to you, ' Well, Joe, I know you are a poor man, and cannot pay the money; I will overlook your account in the book, and not charge you with it.' Would that not make you very happy? Would you not come away in great peace, and tell the wife that it was all right now that Mr. William had overlooked your account, and you need not pay the money? "

" I would, to be sure."

" Now, suppose next day you met one of the other partners, Mr. Henry, say, and he said, ' Joe, you owe us £10 '; you would say, ' Yes, but Mr. William has overlooked the account, and I haven't to pay it.' Oh! but,' says Mr. Henry, ' Mr. William has no power to do any such thing; he is but one of the firm, and the firm demands it, so get ready to pay or go to prison,' where would your peace be then? "

" I confess it would be gone in a moment."

" To be sure it would. But suppose, instead of that, Mr. William had said, ' Joe, you are poor and cannot pay; I will pay for you, and he put his hand into his pocket, and pulled out £10, and popped it into the till for you, and said, ' There Joe, the money is paid; I will give you a receipt, and put paid to your name in the book'; would you then be afraid to meet the rest of the firm, with the receipt in your pocket? "

" No; that I would not."

" Well now, Joe, God could not overlook your sin. His righteousness demanded the payment of the debt; but what justice demanded grace provided and in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, God has shown how ' He might be just, and the Justifier of him which believeth on Jesus.' The Cross is not the overlooking, but the settlement of sin. The debt is paid, and being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ' (Rom. 5. 1).

" Bold shall I stand at that great day,

For who aught to my soul shall lay;

While by Thy blood absolved I am

From sin's tremendous curse and fear."

Thus I went on to tell him the story of the Cross, and as I looked up, I saw his hand stealing over the bed to get his handkerchief to wipe away the big tear-drops that were rolling down his cheeks, as he was trying to stifle his emotion. Perceiving that I had noticed him, he said in a broken voice, " You must really excuse me, sir, for I cannot help it; but there's something in that that touches me. I haven't grit any this many a long year, for my heart is as hard as a stone, but somehow that touches me, and I cannot help it," and then he fairly broke out-" I see it all; well, I was blind, but the Cross settled it, and it is not overlooked but settled. I thank God, I thank Christ, I thank you, sir. Oh! but there are many blind that do not see the way, and those that teach them are as blind as themselves. No one ever told me that before, and I never heard it. Oh! I am thankful that I lived till to-day, for if I had died yesterday I would have been lost, for I was on the wrong road, and many hundreds beside me, but now I see that the Cross has settled it all. Thank God! Thank God I'm not afraid to die now," and he sobbed right out.

His joy was so manifest and abiding that one of my daughters called him " Joyful Joe," and the name stuck to him.

Reader, are you joyful, knowing that the Cross has settled all the claims of justice, and that all that is left for you to do is to " believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shah be saved "? (Acts 16. 31).

The Lord Is Coming!

WHEN? It may be to-day! The Word of God does not tell us; but we read that " the coming of

the Lord draweth NIGH " (James 5. 8), and again: " Surely I come QUICKLY " (Rev. 22. 20).

WHY? In order to take His blood-bought ones, dead and living, to be where He is. Hence we read that "the dead in Christ shall rise first; then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds,... and so shall we ever be with the Lord " (1 Thess. 4. 16, 17). And again,-" I will come again, and receive you unto Myself, that where I am there ye may be also " (John 14. 3). Notice, the word ye " excludes mere professors such as the " Foolish Virgins " of Matt. 25.

HOW? " The Lord Himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God " (1 Thess. 4. 16). " Behold, I come quickly " (Rev. 3. 11). Thus he comes in Person- the Lord Himself." He does not send an angel. He who ascended is the same as He who returns.

WHERE? The meeting-place shall be in the air, and not on earth. The Lord shall descend; they shall " be caught up ... to meet the Lord in the air." Such is the appointed trysting-place.

WHITHER? To the Fathers House on high, the heavenly Home of the children of God, to the prepared mansion above, and the joys of the eternal presence of the Lord (see John 14. 1-3). Then He shall see the fruit of His agony on Calvary, and Divine love shall have its glorious consummation. How blessed is the prospect!

The Lord Will Provide

In some way or other

The Lord will provide:

It may not be my way,

It may not be thy way,

But yet in HIS OWN way

The Lord will provide.

A Lost Five Pound Note

A FARMER was busy in his barn, when he suddenly discovered that he had lost a five-pound note that had slipped out of his pocket. He was not a well-off man. The loss of five pounds was a serious matter to him. He was certain that he had the note in his pocket when he entered the barn.

" Then it must be somewhere in the barn," he exclaimed, " and I will turn over every straw in the place rather than lose it."

He commenced his search, turning over the straw most carefully, looking out for anything white like paper. The second day found him still searching. The third day he continued the effort to find the missing note.

At last he was rewarded, he discovered the lost note. His anxiety was over, and he went home rejoicing.

Some time later the farmer was in a far greater trouble. It was not now a question of his possessions, but of HIMSELF. The question came home to him, " What shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and LOSE his own soul? " (Mark 8. 36). The questions rang in his ears night and day, “Where am I going? What will become of me? "

Have such questions filled your mind up to now? They may well do so. What would you say, if you knew for certain that when you finished reading these lines, you would pass out of time into eternity? Would you read them with easy indifference, or crumple them in your hand and fling them from you? You know you would read them with eagerness and care. Remember, your LAST opportunity WILL assuredly come, Read this message with care.

The farmer at any rate was in dead earnest, and well he might be. Oh! the tragedy of men and women drifting on to eternity, careless of their souls immortal.

The gospel was set before him. He was told of the Son of God, who came from glory, who became a Man sinless and spotless, who offered Himself as the sinner's Substitute, and how he had finished the work of salvation on the cross, and that all that is left for the needy sinner to do is to trust the Savior. Scripture says, " Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved" (Acts 16. 31). He Himself says, " Him that cometh to Me I will in no wise cast out " (John 6. 37).

This is the only message that can give a guilty sinner hope of salvation. Make no mistake about that. Nothing that you can do, no effort of yours, no religiousness of yours can save your soul. You need a Savior, and One sufficient for your needs is presented to you, One willing here and now to save you.

The farmer was slow in accepting the gospel. He found his heart hard and unbelieving. “I wish I could believe on the Savior" said he to his wife, " but alas! I cannot find Him."

His wife replied, "Do you not remember, when you lost that five-pound note in the barn, that you gave yourself no rest, but searched until you had found it? Look for the Savior like that, and you will find Him."

" I will," earnestly responded the farmer, and it was not long before he was rejoicing in the knowledge of a personal Savior and of the forgiveness of his sins.

And what of you? Are you concerned about the one thing that you should be concerned about? Life is very brief! It must come to an end.

If men knew that the world would come to an end at midnight, what would be the result? I make bold to say the cinemas and theaters would be empty. The churches and chapels and mission halls would be crowded, especially where the old-fashioned gospel was preached.

Will you not read this appeal with the same earnestness? If it is not a question of the world coming to an end to-night, the world must come to an end, and long before it comes to an end, an end will have come for you. You say this is gloomy talk. I know that if you got to know the Savior as your Savior, and received His pardon and love into your heart, you would not be gloomy.

You may be saved eternally the moment you believe on the Lord Jesus as your Savior. If thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised Him from the dead, thou shalt be SAVED" (Rom. 10. 9). There is Scripture for you.

Trust that blessed Savior, even as your eye scans these lines. He will save you. Let Him do so.

Love

Many years ago, when the Turks ravaged the South of Europe, and threatened to conquer Germany, a young Christian was

carried captive to the fortress of Belgrade. The governor, knowing that his prisoner was a brave and good officer, offered him rewards and honors if he would turn Mahometan. " I would not desert my earthly king to be made your Sultan," answered the youth; " think you, then, I would desert the Lord of Heaven, who died for me, to embrace a false faith? Forsake Christ 1-not if I were to be flayed alive."

" Ha " said the governor, " you speak proudly young man. Perhaps this spirit may yet be brought down."

" I speak not from pride, but from faith," the Christian replied; " the faith which Christ gave, and which Christ will maintain. The religion of Christ is humble, but it is firm."

" We will try if it cannot be shaken," said the governor.

Every cruelty almost that could be practiced was made use of. It would hardly be possible to tell all the cruel sufferings laid upon him; but instead of embracing the religion of Mahomet he went on constantly telling his persecutor of the excellence of Christ, and showing him how he was sustained and comforted by His blessed power.

The Turk thought that to degrade a man of his rank to the level of beasts of burden would crush his spirit. so he was harnessed with the oxen, and dragged;he plow with them. But in answer to all the revilings and questionings of his tyrant, he replied: " If you knew the doctrine of Christ, you would not act thus. It bids men to love even their enemies ' • and for sinners Christ died." But the Turk was hardened more and more. He had set his heart on the accomplishment of his purpose. Suffering, toil, hunger, and uncleanliness were destroying his poor captive, when the friends of the young officer formed a plan for his deliverance.

A Turkish ambassador had been sent by his governor on a mission of importance. The friends of the Christian nobleman watched his return, waylaid him, surprised and scattered his guards, and seized his person. They shed no blood and took no booty, but carried the ambassador away, and kept him safely. A ransom was offered by the Sultan, but it was refused; a larger ransom was refused, and then the captors were asked what ransom they would accept. They offered to exchange the ambassador for the young officer, who was held captive in Belgrade. The Turkish government thought the terms very easy, and ordered the young noble to be released. The cruel governor was obliged to convey him to the frontier, where the prisoners were exchanged.

Rich and poor rejoiced at his return, for he was much loved. But how changed was his appearance His cheeks were pale and hollow, and his

frame all worn and wasted. He had suffered for Christ's sake.

He spent two happy years serving God, and having the good report of all men, when war came again, and Belgrade was taken from the Turks. The governor was a prisoner. Perhaps he had been thinking of getting back his former captive, but to his horror he learned that he was to be delivered into the custody of his young Christian adversary, whom he had yoked with oxen to the plow.

The young officer had distinguished himself in the siege, and for his sole reward and prize he had asked the disposal of the governor's person. Knowing how cruelly he had been treated, the leaders of the army supposed that a desire for vengeance was his object.

The former governor was confined in the fortress, but was not thrust into the inner dungeon.

When the young nobleman went to see his captive, he found him sitting with his arms folded, and a stern expression on his countenance, as if he expected the worst, and was ready to meet it.

" Do your worst! " he cried. " I am in your power, but I will obey the law bf our prophet."

" And I," replied the Christian, " will obey the law of my Lord, which is-' Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you.' Your life and liberty are in my power, and as His servant I restore them to you."

The Turk thought it was on condition of his becoming a Christian.

The doctrine of Christ is one of love," said the young nobleman; " no Christian must persecute anyone into his religion. I offer you life and liberty, just as Christ offers us salvation-freely; they are yours."

The Turk looked at him earnestly. " Do I understand," said he, " that you would give me life and liberty? Do you recollect me? Do you remember your sufferings? "

" Yes; but Christ's law is love, His doctrine is mercy, and His precept is forgiveness. Come, you are free! "

" It is too late l " cried the Turk. " The religion of Christ is the religion of God; there is no other religion of love and forgiveness. But I expected evil for evil, and cruelty for cruelty; and to save myself from your vengeance I have taken poison. It is certain, but very slow in its effect. I would spend the time that remains in learning more of the religion, which has made you act as you have done, and to bear what you have borne; it must be divine."

The distressed, yet happy Christian, had his former enemy removed to his own abode, and used the remaining time in preaching unto him Jesus. The result is known only to God; but it is recorded in the annals of the time and country that the dying Turk requested to be baptized, professing the faith of Christ, which once he had despised.

The Moth Collector

This gentleman made a special journey to Freshwater to collect some specimens of a species, which is said to be found in no other part of the British Isles except the South Downs near the Needles.

Shortly after sunset he proceeded along the top of the cliff, armed with a pot of syrup and a brush, and whenever he came to a thistle, he just daubed it slightly with the syrup and passed on.

About midnight he returned along the same path, but this time provided with a lantern, and as he stepped from thistle to thistle, his innocent victims were found clustering round the syrup, and fell, an easy prey, into the collector's hands.

What a solemn picture, I thought, of How Satan Dupes His Victims!

He, too, stalks through the land with his pot of syrup, daubing the pleasures of sin with a delusive sweetness, and soon after, his victims, intoxicated with the poisoned draft, and hardened by the deceitfulness of sin, lose all consciousness of their terrible danger.

You, my unsaved reader, are like the nocturnal moth; you love darkness rather than light, and hate to be exposed to the searching rays that radiate from God's holy Word, because it tells you that your deeds are evil.

The evening of life comes on; the darkness thickens round the soul. Sin, the sweet morsel upon which you have fed so long, is dragging you down into a lost eternity. At length a light shines upon you, poor deluded worldling. It is but the lantern ofThe Grim Collector-Death- who steps from thistle to thistle, fit emblems of the curse, and lays his cruel hand upon his victims. The light that dazzles and affrights them is not from Christ in glory, for upon Him their back is turned; it is but the reflection of the lurid flames of hell, the conscience awakened all too late, the danger perceived when escape is forever impossible!

Oh! my friend, do turn away from the pleasures of sin, which satisfy but for a moment and then leave an aching void behind, and fix your gaze upon the blessed Son of God, who can meet your every need.

You want to taste of life!

He bids you come to Him, and life eternal will be your portion.

You must have pleasure, you say?

At His right hand there are pleasures forevermore. Does your poor heart crave rest?

Listen, then, to His tender words:

" Come Unto Me, And I Will Give You Rest " (Matt. 11. 28).

But mark Before peace of conscience and rest of heart can be yours, it is necessary that you should have pardon for your many sins, and this, too, is only to be obtained at the feet of the One, who shed His precious blood on Calvary's cross in order that a full and free forgiveness might be proclaimed to you.

" Be it known unto YOU... that through this MAN [Jesus] is preached unto you the forgiveness of sins; and BY HIM all that believe are justified from all things " (Acts 13. 38, 39).

Instead of the poisoned sweets of Satan's pleasures, may you taste the unending joys of the Father's house

Nothing to Do

"I HAVE heard them say in the village, that you preach that we don't need to pray for salvation." The speaker was a young lady, who had remained behind after a Gospel address, to be spoken to personally about her soul's salvation. Earnest and sincere she was, for whilst her language indicated surprise and astonishment at such preaching, her manner was one of deep anxiety. Tears were freely coursing their way down her cheeks.

I replied, " You see this Bible in my hand. It was given to me by a dear friend. It is a valuable book. Probably it was the most expensive he could buy. Supposing, when he offered it to me as a free gift, I fell upon my knees, and earnestly prayed him to give it to me, in language like this: Oh! Mr. So-and-So, do give me that Bible; I know it is far too good for me, and I am not worthy of it; but do give it to me, and I will try to merit it! '

" And when again he pressed upon me the gift, suppose I burst into tears, and still more earnestly pleaded for the Bible, what would you think of such strange conduct as that? "

The young lady replied, " I would think you were mad; or that you were insulting him."

" Exactly," I replied, " and that is the way many people are doing with God, when they earnestly pray month after month for salvation. They don't mean to insult God, but nevertheless that is what they are doing. ‘THE GIFT OF GOD IS ETERNAL LIFE,’ ‘WITHOUT MONEY AND WITHOUT PRICE,’ are the Gospel terms."

In words something like these, we talked her difficulty over, and the result was, thank God, that her eyes were opened, and she accepted salvation as a free gift from the hand of God that very evening.

Only Two

ONLY TWO WAYS. So the Bible tells us -one broad, the other narrow; one leading to destruction; the other to life. Many tread the one; few the other. Reader, which is your way? They are well defined. " Broad is the way that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat.... Strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it " (Matt. 7. 13, 14).

ONLY TWO CLASSES. Many sub-classes, no doubt, in men's sight, but only two in God's sight. The difference between them is very plain. " He that believeth on Him [the only begotten Son of God] is NOT CONDEMNED: but he that believeth not is CONDEMNED ALREADY " (,7ohn 3. 18). The former class is on the narrow road; the latter, on the broad. To which do you belong?

ONLY TWO SIDES. Which are you on? Christ says: " He that is not with Me is against Me " (Matt. 12. 30). The old cry of " Christ or Barabbas? " has not died down yet. Its terms may alter, but its meaning is ever the same. Christ or the world? Christ or self? This world or the world to come? The issue is very plain. Which side are you on?

ONLY TWO DEATHS. The death of the righteous and the death of the wicked. " Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord" (Rev. 14. 13). " As I live, saith the Lord God, I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked " (Ezek. 33. 11). The brightest spot in this world is the deathbed of a triumphant Christian; the saddest sight is that of a sinner passing into the gloom of an eternal night without the shelter of the precious blood. If the Lord does not come, one of these two deaths will be yours. Which would it be, if you were to die this moment?

ONLY TWO PLACES-Heaven and hell-in eternity. To which are you traveling? Time carries you swiftly on. Once you cross Time's boundary, " the great gulf fixed " is set up forever, and then mistakes are irrevocable and indifference fatal. Heaven will be the home of the ransomed of the Lord, of those who have trusted Christ and received Him as their Savior. This alone is their title. Alas the unbeliever seals his own doom. " The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God " (Psa. 9. 17).

Out of His Own Mouth

AMID the loud applause of a crowded audience, an infidel lecturer was laboring to prove the folly of believing in a living God.

When an opportunity was given for discussion, a man stepped forward, and narrated how he had once witnessed from a river's bank, a boat borne down the current towards a dangerous rapid. In it was a man struggling to make the shore.

All his efforts failing, frantically he cast away the oar, and cried to God for mercy. Marvelously he was rescued from the very brink of death.

Imagine the confusion of the infidel when the finger of the speaker was pointed at him, and amid breathless silence he said, " And that was the man, who is now before you, attempting to prove that there is neither God nor eternity, neither judgment to come nor the need of salvation."

The pretended infidel withdrew, while in solemn silence the audience dispersed.

A Personal Matter

CHRISTIANITY," said Martin Luther, " is a religion of personal pronouns." How true this is!

It is not, We are all sinners, but- I am a sinner.

It is not, Jesus is a Savior, but- Jesus is MY Savior.

If you have not made it a personal matter like this, my reader, you are not saved.

A young man in the West Indies once said to me, " I believe all you say, and I like your meetings, but I am not saved. How is it? "

I replied, " Have you ever got into the presence of God and said, ' O God, if there were not another sinner on earth, I am one, and, as a sinner, I claim Christ as my Savior, even though every other sinner refuses Him? "

" Well," he said, " it is your very personal way of putting it that I do not like."

Ah! this was the secret. He had missed the blessing, because he refused to make it a personal matter.

Reader, have you made it a personal matter yet?

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Spurning the Remedy

Let me see if I can illustrate it. Suppose I am dying of some terrible disease, and I am given up by the physicians, who said I must die. But there comes a man whom I have known for years, and he says, " You are a dying man " I say to him, " I know it; I don't want anyone to tell me that?' He says to me, " But there is a remedy," I say, " I don't believe there's any remedy; I have tried all the leading physicians, and they say there is no hope."

" I tell you there is a remedy! " says he; " twenty years ago I was as far gone as yourself, and I was given up by all the physicians to die, but I took that medicine (and he holds it out to me), and it cured me. Listen now-there is the medicine, it shall not cost you a farthing; just take it, and you will get well." But I do not take it, though I have every reason to believe the man is speaking the truth. To be sure I shall die. but that is not the reason why I die; it is because I spurn the remedy. And if men die eternally it will not be God's fault, but because they had despised the remedy. They are lost, not because they are sinners, but because they rejected the Savior."

Suppose It's True After All

Two friends were talking on religious topics. They discussed the question of punishment for sin in a future life.

They settled to their own satisfaction that there was none.

They decided that hell was a myth.

They argued that God was a God of love, and could not consign His creatures to hell and punishment.

The conversation dropped, when a Christian, who had been a silent listener to the discussion, said, " Suppose it's true after all."

The words seemed to cut the air, and' fall on the ears of the other two with crushing force. The power of God seemed behind them, as it ever is behind the truth. Solemn silence reigned for many minutes. God had spoken.

Suppose it's true after all that God must punish sin? How would you stand before Him? What could you say to Him? How would you fare before the Judge?

Suppose it's true after all that hell is a reality? A skeptic sneeringly asked, " Where is Hell?" The ready and true answer came, " At the end of

a Christ-rejecting life." Let me ask you, what

lies at the end of the path you are now treading?

Suppose it's true after all that the Lord Jesus is the only Savior, and His death the only means by which you can be fitted for God's presence. What if you neglect Him?

" What think ye of Christ? is the test
To try both your state and your scheme; You cannot be right in the rest,
Unless you think rightly of Him."

Suppose it's true after all that the much-despised blood of Jesus is the only thing that can cleanse you from your sins. Has it cleansed you, or are you still in your sins going on at a frightful pace to a lost eternity?

Suppose it's true after all, as Scripture states, that salvation is not of works. What is all your church-going, Sunday-school teaching, teetotalism, and the like, if you rely upon any or all these as good works to save you or help to save you? Worse than useless. A fatal mistake, if persisted in.

Suppose it's true after all. Ah I if it were all untrue, the believer has the best of it in this world, and is no worse off in the next. But if it is true after all, how terrible will be your doom if you die in your sins.

Suppose it is True after all.

That Little Word "Alone"

IN 1540, in the heat of the Reformation controversies, Joachim II, Elector of Brandenburg, said to his ambassadors, who were about to proceed to a religious disputation at Worms, “See that you bring back that little word ' Alone ': do not dare to return without it." Both parties were prepared to confess that salvation was to be received " through faith in Christ Jesus," but the Reformers added the little word " alone "- Salvation " through faith in Jesus Christ ALONE." And so this word became the pivot of the contendings of the Reformation period.

It may be that round this " little word " the conflict between the Spirit and our own self-righteousness is being urged. We are willing, perhaps, to trust Christ, if we may add to that reliance a trust in ourselves, in our good works or in our religious emotions. But this cannot be. Christ's merits stand alone. Calvary is God's eternal witness to our ruin, as well as to the only provision of His grace for our salvation.

" To him that worketh NOT, but believeth on Him that justifieth the ungodly, his faith is counted for righteousness " (Rom. 4. 5).

They Which Are Written

Within the precincts of the ancient castle of Edinburgh, hidden from sight on the storm-swept height by its grim old masonry, lies Scotland's Memorial to her dead.

It stands apart; majestic, yet intensely human, perhaps the most wonderful building of its kind in modern times.

It is quite impossible to convey the impression of it in words. Vividly modern, yet it lacks nothing in dignity. It seems as if it is the very expression of the heart of Scotland proudly mourning for her lost sons.

The mind is almost overwhelmed by the rich conception of the details of bronze and sculpture, and the beauty and stark originality of the stained-glass windows, but, as one steps into the " inner shrine," all that fades from the mind.

Round its walls is a pageant of weariness and suffering in brozize, and there, in the center, the rugged old granite rock of the hilltop bursts through the polished granite of the floor. Upon the rock stands a rich green marble altar; upon the altar is a steel casket, and within the casket, hidden from all human eyes, lies a book which contains the name of every Scotsman, who gave his life in the Great War.

Truly a noble memorial to the noble dead! As I looked, my thoughts turned to that

inspired dream of the Apostle John, as he labored in the mines of Patmos as a slave, to the haunting words of the mystical book of the Revelation:-

" There shall in no wise enter into it anything that defileth... but they which are written in the Lamb's book of Life " (Rev. 21. 27).

The names of the sons of Scotland, written in Scotland's book of remembrance, will endure well-nigh as long as this old earth endures-till the memory of man has almost forgotten the blood and tears and sweat of those terrible years of war; but the names which are written in the Lamb's book of Life will endure to the farthest bound of Eternity.

The book, the casket, the altar, the very rock itself, and the shrine built upon it, must one day crumble into forgetfulness; but those who are standing upon the Rock of Ages, by simple faith in the crucified Savior, will know what it is to share in the eternal Peace of God.

Is your name written in the Lamb's book of Life?

A few humble fishermen, whose sole title to Eternal Life was their child-like faith in the Lord, were told to " rejoice because their names were written in Heaven " (Luke 10. 20), and whether you are of noble birth, or of humble origin like the • fishermen disciples, whether rich or poor, virtuous or full of sin, you, too, can by trusting your soul to His keeping, rejoice in the certain knowledge that your feet are upon that immovable Rock, and your name written in the Lamb's book of Life. That is the only way.

The Thief of Eternity

Such is procrastination.

An American preacher relates the following illustration of this: A bright boy heard and was deeply impressed by the text, " My son, give Me.thine heart." Satan whispered, " Time enough yet," and he put it off.

Ten years later a brilliant collegian heard the same text under circumstances which seemed to make that the time of his salvation. Again the tempter whispered successfully, " Time enough yet."

Twenty years later a statesman listened to the same text from the lips of an aged bishop, and felt it was a message for him. This time the tempter said, " Visit foreign countries before you decide."

A traveler in Paris was stricken with cholera. But his greatest suffering was agony of soul because he was not prepared to die. His last words were,

" Too Late."

The boy, the collegian, the statesman, and the traveler were one.

Are YOU a procrastinator? Beware 1

Thoroughly Sincere

MANY people, when spoken to about their soul's relationship to God, and of the importance of being " prepared " to meet Him, say, We don't think it matters much what religion a man professes, so long as he is thoroughly sincere! " This, however, is a fearful mistake. No one acts on that principle in regard to earthly things. If he did, the greatest fool would tell him of his folly.

Just let us test the sincerity of such a notion. Your child is taken very ill, and you want to fetch the doctor. Every moment is of consequence; you can't stop to put on your top coat, but snatch up your hat, and start off at a run.

You know the name of the street he lives in, but have no idea where it is situated. Never mind that, make up for it by sincerity, run all the harder. “Stop, friend, stop!” cries out a neighbor who knows your errand, " you're going the wrong way."

" I can't stop," you reply, " I'm in too great a hurry."

" But your hurry is all lost time, you are getting further and further off."

" Never mind, I'm thoroughly sincere, look how hard I'm running”

But you never reach the doctor, and your child dies.

Friend, sincerity on the wrong road means traveling the faster to eternal destruction!

" Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God " (John 3. 3).

" Christ Jesus came into the world to SAVE sinners " (1 Tim. 1. 15).

" He that believeth on the Son HATH everlasting life " (John 3. 36).

A Tight Corner

Captain Patrick Dove, of S.S. Africa Shell, was captured by the German cruiser, the Graf Spee, on November 15th, 1939. He was a prisoner with other captured British Captains and Ships' Officers on the Girman cruiser, when she was attacked by the British ships, the Exeter, the Ajax, and the Achilles, and driven battered and disabled into the harbor of Monte Video, only to be finally scuttled by her Captain.

We can imagine, perhaps feebly, the feelings of Captain Dove and the rest, imprisoned in a narrow space, unable to see what was happening, hearing the mighty guns fire their deafening salvoes, feeling the very ship tremble under their feet, as shell after shell hit the cruiser. Naturally these Britishers wished for a British victory, but that would almost certainly mean their death like rats caught in a trap. If ever men were in a tight corner these brave men were. What did they do?

Captain Dove writes, " I think that every man there said his prayers. I know I did. Most of us sailors are pretty firm believers, and we certainly needed any comfort we could get at that moment."

The writer would be the last man to condemn them for praying in their terrible extremity. Indeed, God answered their prayers, for whilst the British won the battle, yet the lives of the prisoners were spared, and they obtained their freedom.

The same story was told us by a soldier, who had been in the Dunkirk evacuation. He said it was a moving sight to see scores of young soldiers, who ordinarily were careless, godless, swearing fellows, on their knees on the sandy beaches, with tears coursing down their cheeks, crying to God for deliverance.

But what we plead for is that true vital religion should not be reserved for extra-tight corners. It should govern our whole lives, and we ought not to be ashamed of it.

And further, every sinner, and we are all such, will find himself or herself in a tight corner. Sin has a habit of coming to roost. " The wages of sin is death " (Rom. 6. 23). " It is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment " (Heb. 9. 27). Nothing can be more terrible than the death of an unsaved, unforgiven sinner. How terrible to see a soul having neglected his salvation all his life, pass into eternity, where there will be no opportunity to believe the Gospel, doomed and damned. We beg the reader not to reserve his religion for a tight corner. There is something unutterably mean to neglect God and Christ and the Bible and the means of grace in fair weather, and then seek the help of a neglected and flouted God when in a tight corner.

We beseech you to wake up, and now in the days of health and strength turn to the Lord, receive Him as your Savior, and seek grace to testify for Him in everyday life. Then when a tight corner comes you can count on His help and favor.

" If thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised Him from the dead, thou shalt be saved " (Rom. 10. 9). Have you confessed the Lord? Have you believed on Him? Do not wait for a tight corner, but even now as you read these lines decide this momentous matter, and come out boldly on the Lord's side.

Tomorrow

I HAVE nothing to do with to-morrow,

My Savior will make that His care;

Should He fill it with trouble and sorrow,

He'll help me to suffer and bear.

I have nothing to do with to-morrow,

Its burdens then why should I share?

Its grace and its faith I can't borrow,

Then why should I borrow its care?

The Track of a God

"HOW do you know there is a God? " said a scorner to an Arab whom he found praying at the door of his tent.

" How do I know that it was a man and not a camel that went past my tent last night? " replied the Arab. " I know him by his tracks." And pointing over into the crimson west, where the sun was setting in a sea of crimson fire, he said, "THERE IS THE TRACK OF A GOD."

The Unwelcome Visitor

" What is your business? " " Oh! it is just to speak a little about the soul and its eternal interests. But I see you are busy."

" Well, yes, I am, very."

The preacher put out his hand to say " Goodbye," and drawing close to the astonished man, whispered solemnly in his ear-

" Suppose I had been Death? "

What Came of Missing the Train

IT was just upon nine o'clock in the morning. I The 8.50 a.m. train had just been despatched, and the station master was settling down for an hour's quiet, when a gentleman with face red hot and bursting with ill-temper, rushed upon the platform. He loudly stormed against the bus driver, whose neglect had caused him to lose the train. He declared he would rather have forfeited £5 than miss that particular train.

What was to be done? The only course was to wait for the ten o'clock train. But the gentleman was infuriated, and walked up and down the platform in an excited manner. Presently he cooled down, when the station master went up to him, and said, " There's a comfortable waiting room inside, if you would like to sit down, sir." The gentleman found himself in a pleasant room, shaded by climbing roses outside. He found, to his surprise, a table, on which were spread some gospel tracts. To while away the time he took one up, and began to read.

He got interested. Time fled. Passengers began to arrive. The ticket office was opened for the coming train. Still the gentleman sat on, absorbed in the message he was reading. " The train's in sight," said the station master.

" The train," replied the gentleman, like one waking up out of a dream. " Will you sell me this tract? I warn to read it again."

" Take it, and welcome, sir," responded the station master, " the kind lady, who supplies the tracts, will be glad if you will accept it."

" Thank you, and her," said the gentleman. He took it, and in another minute he was speeding away in the train.

A month rolled by. A gentleman leaped out of the train, and offering his hand warmly to the station master, said, " Do you remember me? "

" I do, sir," he replied. " You are the gentleman that missed the train a few weeks back, and was so troubled about it."

" I need not have been. I missed the train that morning, but I found the Savior. Oh! what a tract that was. I had been so absorbed with business that I did not allow myself time to think about God, or to read His Word. I could not get away from the solemn questions that tract asked. Please tell the lady that tract has led me to the Savior, and I am buying all I can, and giving them away wholesale. I never knew what happiness was before."

The gentleman resumed his seat in the train, and the steam-whistle sounded. There was a solemn joy in the heart of the old station master as he waved farewell to the gentleman, and saw the joyous look upon his face-a new creature in Christ Jesus.

Have you made time to think about God and to read His Word? Have you faced the most pressing, and vital matter that can engage your attention? Where will you spend eternity? Heaven or Hell? Sin is a reality, and nothing short of the atoning death of the Son of God sufficed to meet God's righteous claims, and enable Him to offer you forgiveness of sins, salvation, eternal life through simple faith in His dear Son.

Sin is a reality, and the judgment pronounced by God upon sin is a reality. In due season you will have to face that judgment. The power of sin in your life is a reality too. You cannot grapple with that power and overcome it in your own strength. You need a Savior. The Savior, which was presented to the gentleman by the tract he picked up in the station, is now presented to you.

" If thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart, that God hath raised Him from the dead, thou shalt be SAVED" (Rom. 10. 9).

What Is Meant by Believing?

FRIEND, there are multitudes of people, who believe all ABOUT Christ and the Gospel, but who have never believed ON or IN the Lord Jesus Christ.

Whatever do you mean? Surely you are splitting hairs.

On the contrary, the difference is most important. Let me illustrate my meaning.

A medical friend of the writer's visited Mount Vernon, in the United States, the old home and burial place of General Washington. He got into conversation with an old colored man, who had been a slave in the Washington family The dear old man was a Christian, and in the course of conversation he put the matter very forcibly. He said, " There are a mighty lot of professors in America, Sir, but if you were to cut off their heads there would be nothing left." This was his graphic way of explaining that with such there was nothing in the heart, no real conversion, no real believing to the saving of the soul.

Let me further illustrate my meaning. Suppose I am walking with a friend down one of the principal streets of a large city, My friend says to me, " Do you see that large house at the corner with the brass plate? " I answer, " Yes." " Well, that is where the great heart specialist of the city lives. Indeed, patients come from all parts of the country to consult him. He is a most successful man."

Just as my friend tells me about this celebrated physician, he comes out of his house, and steps into his carriage, and I am privileged to see him. His face and whole look bear out my friend's remarks. Intellectuality and kindliness mark his appearance.

But my heart happens to be as sound as a bell. I believe all my friend has told me ABOUT the doctor, but the information is of no importance to me, for I don't need his services.

But suppose a few weeks after the conversation I am stricken down with sudden heart-seizure. I immediately think of the doctor, send for him, put my case unreservedly into his hands, and, with the blessing of God, recover. I now know the doctor, know his skill, and when I speak of him I do so with warmth, for I am grateful to him for his attention. In short, I have believed ON and IN the doctor-before, I only believed about him.

Or again, suppose you and I are walking by the seashore one beautiful summer day. We see the lifeboat lying on the sands. We admire its strength, its elegance, its adaptability for saving life. In short, we believe all ABOUT it. But we are in no need of the lifeboat at the moment. Our feet are on the sands. We are in no danger of drowning.

But in six months, suppose we are on the deck of a sinking steamer, and our only hope of rescue from a watery grave lies in the lifeboat. With what different feelings we watch the brave men propelling it through the angry sea. With what relief we drop into it, and are saved. We believe not only ABOUT' it, but ON and IN it.

Now EVERY sinner is in need of Christ; ALL are stricken down with the terrible disease of sin. Friend, have YOU ever come as a needy sinner to Christ, and received Him as your personal Savior? Have you received from Him salvation? If you have not, I don't care what you may believe ABOUT Him, you have never believed ON or IN Him, you have never believed to the saving of the soul. See to it that YOU really and truly " Believe ON the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved " (Acts 16. 31).

What Shall It Profit a Man?

"TRAGEDY has often dogged the footsteps of the world's financial wizards. A pistol shot, a dose of poison, or even a jump from an airplane has rung down the curtain on the lives of these human meteors."

So wrote a newspaper correspondent. He might well call millionaires " human meteors." A few strenuous years, and they are gone. The owner of fabulous wealth, and every penny of it is left behind. The admiration and wonder of the world, they are soon forgotten. " So is he that layeth up treasure for himself, and is not rich toward God ' (Luke 12. 21), are the words of the great Lover of souls, the Son of God.

Ivor Kreuger, the Swedish match king, once held securities worth £113,000,000. Yet a year later, finding himself in financial difficulties he endeavored to raise a few thousands, was refused, and shot himself dead in his Paris flat in March, 1932. His suicide was described as an " international catastrophe."

Whitaker Wright was buried in a grave costing £3. He had lived in a princely mansion, entertained royalty, juggled with millions, yet died by his own hand in a court of law, where he was being tried for issuing fraudulent balance sheets. Spite of the vigilance of warders, he swallowed in court a deadly dose of cyanide of potassium, and thus took his exit from this world.

George Eastman, the head of the firm Eastman Kodak of world-wide fame, gave away £15,000,000, yet shot himself in his magnificent home in Rochester, New York State, in March, 1932. He was seventy-seven years old.

Alfred Lowenstein, the Belgian millionaire, was for years a mystery man. Everything he did was mysterious and dramatic. Flying over the English Channel, he leaped from his own airplane, and found a watery grave-his last act as mysterious and dramatic as any portion of his life had been.

" Jimmie " White, as he was familiarly called, rose from nothing to be a multi-millionaire, was the host of royalty, called proud peers of the realm by their pet names, owned race-horses, was a theatrical magnate. The coroner's inquest on his death gave the verdict, " Death from chloroform poisoning, self-administered when insane"-the result of his last plunge in shares facing him with ruin.

Sir John Norton Griffiths, one of the world's greatest engineers, blew up the Roumanian oilfields during the first great war, rather than let them fall into the hands of the enemy. He put a bullet through his head in a surf boat off the casino of San Stefano at Alexandria in 1930.

How true are the words of our Lord, " What shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul " (Mark 8. 36, 37).

Are not these examples, which could be easily multiplied, beacons to warn voyagers to eternity. Are you " rich toward God? " All else is of practically no account compared to that.

How can we be " rich toward God? " The only way is to accept the gift that He offers. Surely in the examples we have adduced we have illustrated the text of Scripture, " The wages of sin is death." but, thank God, the verse does not stop there. It goes on to say, " But the Gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord " (Ram. 6. 23).

How comforting to know that when this life is over, the life to come, eternal life, is ours, life procured by the atoning death of the Lord Jesus, a gift, the gift of God, that we can do nothing to merit, but which the hand of faith accepts.

Reader, are you " rich toward God? " To answer this question in the affirmative should be your greatest concern. This is the one great question that should be answered by each one. How rich, indeed, when we can say our sins are forgiven our souls are saved, that eternal life is our inalienable possession. Here are verses from God's word that make the matter plain:

" The blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin " (1 John 1. 7).

" Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved " (Acts 16. 31).

" He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life " (John 3. 36).

To be without forgiveness, salvation and divine life is terrible to contemplate. See that they are yours, the free gift of a gracious God.

What Think Ye of Christ?

YOUTH.

Too happy to think-there's time enough sure;

MANHOOD.

Too busy to think-of gold I want more;

PRIME.

Too anxious to think-toil, worry, and fret;

DECLINING YEARS.

Too aged to think-old hearts harder get;

DYING BED.

Too ill now to think-weak, suffering and lone;

DEATH.

'Tis too late to think-the spirit has flown.

ETERNITY.

Forever to think.

God's mercy is past,

And I into hell am righteously cast

To weep o'er my doom,

which forever must last.

When Will You Decide for Christ?

Will You Decide Now? " was the question I put to an elderly man; but

no answer followed. His head was bowed in thought. I waited, and still waited, but no reply came.

" When Will You Decide? " was my next interrogation; but yet no response.

" Will You Decide Twenty Years Hence? " Twenty years, twenty years, and the man already old!

" No," said he; " it is not likely that I shall live twenty years! "

" Then Will You Decide Ten Years Hence? "

" No," said he; " I dare not put it off ten years."

" Then Will You Decide Five Years Hence? "

" No," he replied; " I dare not delay for five years."

" Then Will You Decide This Time Next Year? "

" No," said he; " I might die before next year."

" Then Will You Decide This Day Next Month? "

His answer was delayed.

It may be that the devil suggested that four weeks would soon roll round, and that he might safely wait that length of time; but at last, after mature consideration, he said-

" No, I should not wait a month."

" Then Will You Decide This Day Next Week? "

Again he said " No."

" Then Will You Decide This Time To-Morrow? "

To-morrow, so near at hand! To-morrow, only a few hours away I To-morrow! " No," said the old man. " I ought to decide now I "

Why Now? Age, wisdom, conscience, time, eternity, Scripture, furnish the reason why. Their combined and unanimous, their long, and loud, and only cry is Now! Now! Now!

Undecided reader, say when it shall be? When? It may be Now or Never. God places a period before you. He says, " Now is the day of Salvation "; nay more, He says, " NOW is the accepted time " Decide For Christ Now!

" Why won't you Let us alone?"

Four of us were traveling on a steamer in the West Highlands of Scotland. At the stern of the boat a lady was feeding the seagulls, which followed in its wake. One of our number gave her a gospel booklet, and one also to her husband by her side. Presently she threw it overboard, and the gentleman followed her example. We expostulated with them, saying that the booklets spoke of the Lord Jesus, and we pointed out to them what a solemn thing it was so to act.

Oh! I only wanted to see how the gulls would like it," said the lady.

" But you will have to answer for this act one day,", we replied.

Her husband, with face turned white with rage, and with a look which I shall not soon forget, here broke in, saying, " Why won't you let us alone? "

What a terrible thing if God had taken them at their word, and let them alone!

And, friend, if God were to let you alone what would be the consequence?

Where Is Happiness to Be Found?

Not in Infidelity. Voltaire was an infidel of the most pronounced type. He wrote-

" I wish I had never been born."

Not in Pleasure. Byron lived a life of pleasure, if anyone did. He wrote-

" The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone."

Not in Money. Gould, the American millionaire, had plenty of that. When dying, he said-

" I suppose I am the most miserable devil on earth."

Not In Position And Fame. Beaconsfield enjoyed more than his share of both. He wrote-

" Youth is a mistake, manhood a struggle, old age a regret."

Not In Military Glory. Alexander the Great conquered the known world in his day. Having done so, he wept in his tent, because he. said-

" There are no more worlds to conquer."

One and all they confirm Solomon's verdict-

" All is vanity and vexation of spirit." (Ecc. 2. 17).

Where then is it to be found?

Jesus said, " I will see you again, and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy no man taketh from you " (John 16. 22). The answer is simple-

Whosoever Means Anyone

WHOSOEVER means anyone. Now just let us read John 3. 16 together, and change the word whosoever: " For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that anyone who believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." How strange that more souls do not take advantage of this message of mercy and receive eternal life. It is without money and without price-free-for anyone. Reader, if unsaved, do you take it, and take it now.

A TRUE INCIDENT WELL ILLUSTRATES THIS.

An old woman was dying, she had but a brief time, to live. By her bedside sat a little girl reading the Scriptures to her. She was reading this Chapter (John 3), and had reached verse 16, when the poor old woman's attention was arrested by the word, " whosoever." She stopped the child, and asked her what " whosoever " meant. The child did not know " Then," said the woman, " run as quickly as you can, and ask the first person you meet."

The girl put down the Bible, and ran away to inquire the meaning of the word, " whosoever."

She stopped the first person she met, and said, " If you please, Sir, can you tell me the meaning of the word, ' whosoever '?

" Oh! yes, my little girl," replied the gentleman, " it just means anybody that likes."

She thanked him, and ran back to the old woman.

As soon as she reached the bedside the poor dying creature raised her fast-closing eyes, and said, " Oh! have you found out yet? "

" Yes," replied the girl. " I met a gentleman, who said it just means anybody that likes."

" Thank God! " she replied, as she put her thin hands together, and looked up to heaven, " Thank God then, I like, I like! "

And soon after she breathed her last, and without doubt passed away to be with Him who had been set before her as the object of faith.

Allow me, dear reader, to draw your attention to this remarkable verse, and also to divide it for you. Please to notice the two sides:-

GOD’S SIDE

“God so LOVED the world, that He GAVE His only begotten Son.”

YOUR SIDE

" That whosoever BELIEVETH in Him should not perish, but HAVE everlasting life."

Remark, the loving and giving are God's side; the believing and having are your side.

Now do not follow the bad example of so many. They are trying to change sides with God; trying to do the loving and giving, and wanting Him to do the believing and having; that is, they are trying to love God and trying to serve God; then they hope He will believe in their earnestness, and receive their good works, and give them eternal life on account of it all.

No, my friend, no. You are all wrong. You must keep your own side of the line, or you will never get the blessing. God has loved you, and given His Son for you; that is His part. Now do you really believe in Him with your heart? If so, then God says you shall not perish, and that you have-now-here in this world-everlasting life.

" He that believeth on the Son HATH everlasting life " (John 3. 36).

Another Scripture is equally emphatic: "These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God; that ye may KNOW that ye HAVE eternal life " (1 John 5. 13). God could not put it in plainer, simpler, and more emphatic language. How happy it is we have Scriptures, the meaning of which cannot be mistaken. What assurance! What certainty is the portion of the simplest believer, who takes God at His word.

The Whosoever of Guilt

" Whosoever shall keep the whole law, and yet offend in one point, he is guilty of all " (James 2. 10).

The Whosoever of Forgiveness.

" To Him give all the prophets witness, that through His Name WHOSOEVER believeth in Him shall receive remission of sins " (Acts 10. 43).

The Whosoever of Eternal Life.

" For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that WHOSOEVER believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life " (John 3. 16).

The Whosoever of Condemnation.

" And Whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire " (Rev. 20. 15).

Won by the Word: Hedley Vicars

A British officer sat in the room of a friend, awaiting his return. Hardly knowing how to spend the time, he turned over the leaves of a Bible, which lay on the table.

The words caught his eye: " The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin " (1 John 1. 7), and they enabled him to find what he had long desired, " Peace with God."

From that time the name of Hedley Vicars became fragrant amid scenes of war and peace, and through his testimony many others were brought to the Savior.

Won by the Word: John Calvin

Amid the motley crowd of priests, soldiers, and citizens that gathered around a stake in Paris was a young scholar The demeanor of the dying martyrs made a deep impression upon him. " These men have a peace which I do not possess," said he, " and they derive it from the Bible."

He began to search it, and pangs of terror took hold of him as he learned from it his vileness. He read on, and his wounded heart found calm in the sweet words, " With His stripes we are healed " (Isa. 53. 5).

" His cross has borne my curse! " he exclaimed, " His death has atoned for me. With His stripes I am healed."

Won by the Word: Martin Luther

Nearly tour centuries ago, a poor monk, bowed down with a sense of sin, might have been seen painfully climbing upon his knees, the twenty-eight steps of the Sancta Scala at Rome. Many a time the words of the " Absolvo te " (I forgive thee) had been pronounced in his ears, but coming only from the lips of a fellow-sinner, they brought no. ease to his conscience.

Suddenly, a sentence from God's Word, " The Just shall live by faith" (Rom. 1. 17), flashed upon his mind, and Martin Luther rose from his knees a justified and forgiven man Faith is the way of life.

Won by the Word: Richard Weaver

In his early days, when he was known by the epithet of " Undaunted Dick," a miner knelt in prayer. He was to have fought with a man that day, but he met with a more terrible adversary. His body trembled from head to foot whilst the struggle lasted between the power of darkness and the power of light. In desperate fear of hell, the golden text of the Gospel, John 3. 16, crossed his mind.

" Well," he said, " if ' God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life,' that surely means me." There and then Richard Weaver passed from death unto life.

Won by the Word: William Cowper

Leaving Westminster School " with no more religion than the satchel on his back," broken down in fortune and depressed in mind, Cowper arrived in the old city of St. Albans. Here the " sense of guilt and the burden of unpardoned sin " laid hold on him.

In this state he opened a Bible, and the first verse he read was this: " Whom God hath set forth to be a propitiation through faith in His blood " (Rom. 3. 25).

" Immediately," he says, " I saw the sufficiency of the atonement Christ had made, my pardon sealed in His blood. In a moment I believed and received the Gospel."

Thus the author of the hymn beginning, " There is a fountain filled with blood," and many other hymns and poems, was saved.

Won by the Word: W.P. Lockhart

With thoughts centered, not on buying and selling, but on the momentous matter of his soul's salvation, the young Liverpool merchant walked along the banks of the Menai Straits. He longed to obtain forgiveness, and asked himself the question, " How can it be obtained? "

With as much force and distinctness as if he had heard a voice from heaven, the words, " It is finished" (John 19. 30), flashed into his mind.

At once he saw what the work of Christ had accomplished, and by faith he obtained peace with God.

Reader, has the testimony of God's Word any weight with you? It speaks of a finished work, free salvation, the joy of the saved.

Are these things nothing to you? They are all yours for the taking.

A Word to Backsliders

THERE are two classes of backsliders, well illustrated by the Apostles Judas and Peter. Judas made a great profession without an atom of reality in it, and consequently an awful exposure took place. There are many degrees of likeness found to him, but they all agree in this—PROFESSION WITHOUT REALITY.

I would shrink from instituting a full parallel with many, for there are thousands, alas! who are deceiving themselves as well as others, many who imagine that they are on the road to heaven, when they are on the road to hell. Many honestly believe that observances of religion and blameless life will save their souls. Awful delusion!

Now the sooner such backslide from a false profession the better. Indeed such are more honest without any profession at all.

A girl came to me weeping one day, and said, " I am the leading singer in the chapel choir, and have passed as a Christian for eleven years; but since your meetings, I HAVE FOUND OUT THAT I AM ONLY A SHAM. WHAT AM I TO DO? "

I told her she might as well drop her mask, give up her false profession, for sooner or later God would take it from her, turn to Christ in reality and be saved. Thank God, she did so, and is now a rejoicing Christian.

But there is the backslider like Peter. Do I address one such? Peter was a true man, loved his Lord, and found backsliding a painful course, and recovered himself by repentance and confession. You remember when you were converted, when you were happy. WHAT HAS CAUSED YOUR BACKSLIDING?

Intemperance, love of the world, love of money, sin allowed unjudged? The Lord desires your recovery. His everlasting love is set upon you. He will never give you up. He died for you. You are His, and His forever. He looked on Peter, He looks on you: He sought Peter's recovery, He seeks yours.

You are dishonoring Him and grieving His heart by staying away. What has He done that He deserves such treatment at your hands? The longer you stay away the harder will it be to retrace your steps. Get into the Lord's presence, make a full confession of your sin and folly, and get right with Him. He will give you strength, and show you what to do. But it must be His strength, for there is no strength in yourself You have found this out, surely.

" Thine own wickedness shall correct thee, and thy backslidings shall reprove thee: know, therefore, and see that it is an evil thing and bitter, that thou hast forsaken the Lord thy God " (Jer. 2. 19).

" Return, ye backsliding children, and I will heal your backslidings" (Jer. 3. 22).

" Having loved His own which were in the world, He loved them UNTO THE END " (John 13. 1.)

You Are the Man

Walking in Cheapside, London, a gentleman was accosted by a stranger flourishing in his face a ragged book, which had been torn to pieces, and stuck together by the help of stamp edging. " You are the man; you are the man," were the words uttered with great vehemence, that astonished this gentleman.

What did it mean? The gentleman accosted was the late Sir Stevenson Blackwood, in his day Secretary to the Postmaster General, a well-known evangelical Christian gentleman.

It appears some months previously, when traveling on the top of a bus from London to Croydon, he had begun to talk about the affairs of the soul to a fellow passenger. Why should this lead to surprise and indignation? We can speak about affairs relating to this life, and no surprise or indignation is shown. Why should this topic be the one to be banned, and thrust completely into the background? Surely what relates to the soul is infinitely more important than what relates to the body. What relates to eternity demands surely more attention than that which relates to time. And yet, and yet!

Another passenger overhearing this conversation became highly indignant, talked loudly and rudely about " canting hypocrites," rose from his seat, and left the bus in anger.

The pocket of his coat was open, and as he passed along Sir Stevenson Blackwood adroitly slipped a little book, entitled Eternal Life, into his pocket.

On arriving home in due time this gentleman found this book in his pocket, guessed who had placed it there, and in a rage, tore it into little fragments, flinging them into the fender.

The next day he spent the day in the city in the usual round of business. Returning home in the evening, to his disgust, he found the fragments of the torn-up book neatly placed on his toilet table In anger he rung the bell violently, and demanded of the maid, " Why had the pieces not been destroyed? " She replied that in gathering up the pieces she had read the word, Eternity, on one of them, and did not like to destroy them.

When the maid retired something caused this gentleman to put the pieces together in order to see what was said about eternity.

And well he might. Blind indeed must men and women be who are concerned only about this little fitful life, so soon to be over, and not to be concerned about the eternal future. The mind reels when contemplating eternity. Unending ages of ages Shall it be Heaven or Hell forever and ever?

When the gentleman read the book he had in his anger torn into shreds, he was arrested and, thank God, truly converted. He carried the

patched-up book for months hoping to meet the gentleman he had insulted, and who had returned good for evil by slipping this messenger of peace and hope into his pocket with such very happy results.

As Sir Stevenson Blackwood was a man of strikingly handsome appearance, he was able to recognize him and to confront him in the way we have described, greatly to Sir Stevenson's delight.

And now what about yourself? Have you got eternal life? Eternal life is a gift. " The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord " (Rom. 6. 23). What can you do with a gift? You cannot buy it or earn it, or else it would riot be a gift. You must in faith receive it. Remember it is " through Jesus Christ our Lord." It is through what He did at Calvary's cross, when He endured the wrath of God against sin, and made atonement by His precious blood. You may receive this wonderful gift even here and now, if you will accept the Lord Jesus as your own personal Savior. " If thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God raised Him from the dead, thou shalt be saved " (Rom. 10. 9).

God means every word we have quoted from His precious word. Why not study them very seriously and make sure you have the blessing of the Lord, which maketh rich, and addeth no sorrow.

You May Be Saved

WHY? BECAUSE JESUS HAS DIED AND RISEN AGAIN. Upon this ground you may be saved, and upon no other. If you are to be saved, your sin's heavy load must be removed. If sin's heavy load must be removed, sin's penalty must be borne. If sin's penalty must be borne, then Jesus must die; for sin's penalty is death. You could not bear that, you would miserably perish. Said the apostle: " Your sins are forgiven you "not for your work's sake-not for your morality's sake-bur " for His Name's sake " (1 John 2. 12).

WHERE? The answer is simple. ANYWHERE. Mercy flows o-day-not through some shrine in a holy city, nor through the finger tips of some holy hands, but from a victorious and ascended Christ in heaven. He is accessible anywhere. Touch Him, in other words, believe on Him, and you shall be saved.

HOW? BY FAITH, and by faith alone. Scripture is conclusive upon this point. Salvation is not by works, nor by faith and works combined, but by faith alone. " Not of works, lest any man should boast " (Eph. 2. 9).

WHEN? There is but one wise answer: NOW. Beware lest you lose your soul over the little question when I " Behold, NOW is the accepted time: behold, NOW is the day of salvation" (2 Cor. 6. 2). Come to Jesus-JUST NOW.

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The Journey and Its End

Table of Contents

An Old Seaman's Proverb

The Ant-Lion

The Biggest Fool in the Village

The Blood-Marked Door

The Blood of Jesus

The Blood

But I Don't Feel Saved

Can We Know?

Can You Sing This Truthfully?

Coming Tomorrow

Confession

The Cottage Floor and Why It Was Never Scrubbed

Counterfeits

Cripple Tom and His Texts

Does Death in Battle Win Heaven?

The Dying Soldier

Every Knee Shall Bow

Five Thousand Miles to Save a Right Arm

Forgiveness

God Answers Your Questions

God Is Not Mocked

God Says I Am Saved by an Old Physician

God's Eye Is Upon You

God's Gift

He's Altogether Lovely

He's Left All

How an Infidel Was Saved

How and When

How Will You Die?

I Should So Love to Lay My Crown at His Feet

If Only I Were One of His Sheep

In Christ Alone

Ingersoll and Beecher

Is Jesus, God the Son?

It Is Finished

It Works

The Journey and Its End: Introduction

Joyful Joe: Or, the Cross - the Settlement of Sin

The Lord Is Coming!

The Lord Will Provide

A Lost Five Pound Note

Love

The Moth Collector

Nothing to Do

Only Two

Out of His Own Mouth

A Personal Matter

Special Notice

Spurning the Remedy

Suppose It's True After All

That Little Word "Alone"

They Which Are Written

The Thief of Eternity

Thoroughly Sincere

A Tight Corner

Tomorrow

The Track of a God

The Unwelcome Visitor

What Came of Missing the Train

What Is Meant by Believing?

What Shall It Profit a Man?

What Think Ye of Christ?

When Will You Decide for Christ?

Where Is Happiness to Be Found?

Whosoever Means Anyone

The Whosoever of Guilt

Won by the Word: Hedley Vicars

Won by the Word: John Calvin

Won by the Word: Martin Luther

Won by the Word: Richard Weaver

Won by the Word: William Cowper

Won by the Word: W.P. Lockhart

A Word to Backsliders

You Are the Man

You May Be Saved