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cabman, “I'll never sell him to end his days in misery; length : all the sins, all the oaths, all the bad words, no, if we must part, I'll have him shot at once, so he'll all the wicked thoughts. have a happy home to the last.”
Are there any bad words written there against your So master and horse went together to the manager name? Any oaths, such as would be put down in a of the Zoological Gardens, as perhaps you know it common book, or a newspaper, with a ? Ask is necessary to buy horse-flesh for the animals' food, God to forgive you for them. Pray that the blood of and two pounds are generally paid for every horse Jesus may blot them out. They must be blotted out brought for that purpose.
“ This horse is much before the books be opened, or you are lost! And too good," said Mr. Bartlett; "there is work in
" there is work in nothing can do it but that precious blood. Oh, seek him still; I will give you a higher price for him it, and then go and sin no more. alive than dead.”
But the cabman steadily refused, saying that he would not have him ill-treated for any money; and, as he could no longer work for him, he would rather WHO HAS SEEN CHRIST IN YOU, he ended his days altogether. At last, after much
TO-DAY? persuasion, he yielded the point, and this was tho bargain : the horse was to be employed in some very
1 parson asked a strange question easy labour about the gardens, was never to be parted
this evening,” said John Sewell with, and the old master was to be allowed to come
to his wife Ann, on his return and see him and judge of his condition as often as
from church on Sunday. he liked.
55 What was it, John ?” So, for six years from this time, the cabman and
6. Who has seen Christ in you, his wife came once a week, without ever failing, to
to-day ?' I wish you had been pay a visit to their favourite, bringing him apples
there to hear him, Ann; he made it pretty and sugar in their pockets, and being always received
plain that all who love Christ ought to with the greatest marks of pleasure and recognition show by their conduct that they are in earnest.” which a horse could show.
“That's true, John. I know I often fall short of I should like to have known this cabman, should what a Christian should be." not you? for he was “ merciful man.” When “The boot pinched me, I can tell you, for I'm sure our Saviour says,
* Blessed are the merciful,” per- you and the children haven't seen Christ in me to-day. haps He did not only mean being merciful to If I'd remembered to be like my Master, I should not each other. The Bible words always take in all, have been so cross with you, because you wanted to as it were, and I think He must have intended to take your turn out this morning." include that lower world of living creatures, which “And I shouldn't have: snapped you up and been must be dear to Him, because His hand has created vexed," interrupted Ann. them and fashioned them so wondrously.
“Then I used Tôm roughly because he worried me, therefore merciful (to them), as your Father also
and when he cried I boxed his ears, when a kind is merciful.”
word would have made all right. There's lots of things I shouldn't have done, even to-day, if I'd acted up to the parson's question.”
“We'll try and begin fresh, John. You're quick, ALL AT FULL LENGTH.
and I get vexed. We've both a deal to learn. We
must just pray that the children and our friends may n books and newspapers, when we see Christ in us." come to a stroke like this
Monday morning came. John was up early, and or perhaps to one letter with such before he went off to work he asked that Christ might
a stroke after it, it generally means be seen in him that day. Ann did not forget that she an oath, or some other bad word, which too wished that Christ might be seen in her; and at
the author would not put down full breakfast time the children were told how Christ might because it was so bad.
be seen in them, and they were cautioned to be kind But there is a book in which there are and loving towards one another, and towards their no strokes, but all the bad words which people say are companions. put down at full length. It is a book which no man Thus through the family, tempers were quelled for has ever read. But everything that is in it will come Christ's sake, and pleasant acts were performed for out one day.
Christ's sake; and John was able, in that same strength, It is the book of God's remembrance; the book, or to ask a fellow-workman to forgive the sharp words he books, of which it is said, “And the books were had spoken to him on the previous Saturday. opened : and the dead were judged out of those things “I've had the happiest day I ever spent,” John which were written in the books."
remarked to his wife that evening. “I know I've Everything in those books is set down at full long been a professor, but I have not shown by my
“ Be ye
M. K. M.
behaviour that I do really want Jesus to be seen He had no response; he desired to win souls, but in me."
only discouragement met him everywhere. Two more “ I'm sure, it's been just the same with me,” replied years passed ere he began to doubt himself, and to ask, Ann.
“Am I to blame?" At last he became uneasy,
and “I know now why some of our fellows in the shop in his awakening went to the right place for help. He find fault with religious people, and call them no better prayed earnestly to be enlightened and taught of the than those who have no religion at all. We Christians Holy Spirit. are not shining lights; we get into the same tempers, He was reading his Bible one morning, and thinking and use the same sharp words, and do the same actions over a particular text, when these words flashed before as men of the world, and so we bring reproach on him_" Cease from thine own works; only believe.” Jesus."
In a moment he realised that he had been teaching “That's well said, Jolin. I mean to ask myself salvation in his own way, and not in Christ's way. He every night, “Who has seen Christ in me, to-day ?' I began afresh, and proclaimed Jesus Christ and faith in know that I shall often have to tell God that I've Him as the one great atonement made for the sins of failed, but Jesus will help me to be true to Him, and the world. you know there's a text which says, “I live, yet not Before long many believers were added to the I, but Christ liveth in me.”
Church, and people came from other places to hear the Dear readers, will you too take this question home, good news. “ Who has seen Christ in me, to-day ?”
John Berridge now burnt his old sermons, and preached from memory. Nor did he merely keep to his own parish; but in all the country round he spread
the Gospel of Jesus Christ and Him crucified. He JOHN BERRIDGE.
lived to the age of seventy-seven. He was kept in nce I went to Jesus as a coxcomb, and gave perfect peace to the end, and looked forward with joy myself fine airs, fancying, if He were
to be for ever with the Lord who had redeemed him. something, so was I; if He had merit, He fixed on the spot in Everton Churchyard where so had I. I used Him as a healthy he would be buried, and wrote the epitaph for his man will use a walking-stick, lean an
grave, leaving a space for the date of his death to be ounce upon it, and vapour with it in
added. It runs thus :the air. But now He is my whole crutch ; no foot
Here lie can stir a step without Him. He is my all, as He
The earthly remains of ought to be, if He will become my Saviour, and
John BERRIDGE, bids me cast all my care on Him."
Late Vicar of Everton, These words were written by John Berridge, the
And an itinerant servant of Jesus Christ,
Who loved his Master and His work, Vicar of Everton. He was the son of a rich farmer
And after running on His errands many years, who lived in Nottinghamshire. He left school at the
Was called up to wait on Him above. age of fourteen to help his father; but the latter
Reader, soon found that John would hinder rather than help
Art thou born again ? him, for he never seemed nearer learning the value
No salvation without a new birth! of sheep and pigs.
I was born in sin, February, 1716; “I find you cannot form an idea of the price of Remained ignorant of my fallen state till 1730; cattle, John,” he said to his son one day. I shall Lived proudly on faith and works for salvation till 1751;
Was admitted to Everton Vicarage, 1755 ; have to send you to college, to be a light to the
Fled to Jesus alone for refuge, 1756. Gentiles.”
Fell asleep in Christ Jesus, January 22, 1793. So to Clare College, Cambridge, John was sent when he reached his eighteenth year. After a time he was elected Fellow of his college ; but he reached the age of thirty-three before he became a preacher
"I'M ONLY A NAIL." of the Gospel and accepted the curacy of Stapleford.
He laboured here for six years, but no conversions IVING quite retired from the scenes of public followed his ministry, for he was himself a stranger
and active life, as I was driving in a nail the to the truth as it is in Jesus. He preached about
other day, I thought to myself, all I want of Christ, but Christ was not then, as he says, “his that nail is to be still and hold on. I should be much whole crutch.”
dissatisfied with that nail if, in the wish to be useful, The living of Everton in Bedfordshire was given it should leave its place and go bustling over the house, to him in the year 1755, where he resided for thirty- interfering with the comfort and endangering the eight years.
He began his ministry at Everton by | safety of the household. teaching his people they could win heaven by their Then I thought there were some human nails, and own merit, and not that Christ alone was able to I concluded I was one; so here I am, waiting to hold
whatever may be hung upon me, that's all.
look at it fully, and make a fair calculation. You deposit
Your money—and lose it.
and lose it.
'Well, Sam, I never saw it in that light before. Come, let's go and sign the pledge together.”
The two friends did so, and of one thing we may be certain—that they never regretted the step they then took together.
So sacred and so dear,
We speak it in a tone subdued,
Where Christians meet for prayer ; And Jesus Christ, whom we adore,
Is surely with us there.
HEN we get up on the mountains, we shall
see why." I turned to look at the speaker;
for it was one of the common trials of life of which we were speaking, and I did not know that I understood aright; but the calm look of heavenly trust assured me, and I admired, as I had often before, my friend's desire to acknowledge Divine wisdom in every event of life that is permitted to take place, however small.
“On the mountains !" Ah, what wonders shall we then behold! With what now unimagined intelligence shall we look down upon the paths from which we shall then have ascended, and admire the wondrous Wisdom that guided us through the dark and difficult places. Could we but always look up, instead of stopping to tremble and shudder by the way, how much easier would be the ascent. Truly, as some writer has said, “Our tears hinder us from seeing the way clearly.”
God help us to be brave amid these life-trials, and to walk firmly, until the danger is past, and high up in the eternal home we rest safely.
Bob keeps the best cask in town. Come
along; a little drop will do you good." “ Jim, I have been thinking this matter over since I saw you last, and I can't do it. The fact is, Jim, I mean to give up drinking, and I hope you will never
me take a drop again. Besides, I have been figuring on this matter, and what do you suppose it costs us to patronise old Bob?”
“Well, two or three shillings a week, I suppose, said Jim.
Sam, taking a pencil and a piece of paper from his pocket-book, handed them to Jim, and said, “Let us
There is a holy Book :
In mercy it is given
And light our path to heaven.
Which God Himself has blest,
For worship and for rest.
To love Thee and obey,
Thy House, Thy Word, Thy Day.
Nelly would come back to us, for your sake as well as her own. I'm afraid you will never hear of her again. She must have been a widow for four years; surely she would seek help from you if she were alive.”
“I often think so, yet I never forget to pray that she may come. I always finish up with • Thy will be done,' for God knows best, Susan.”
Nelly Hollis had left her brother's home ten years before the time of which we write. She ran away to London, and married a man who was not worthy of
her. Tom followed her, but was too late to prevent ALMOST TOO LATE.
her having her own way.
He came home with a
heavy heart, and this was why he never cared to from Hollis led a busy life. He owned a little repeat his visit to London. He said to his sister at
farm called the Oaks, about two miles from parting, “If ever you want a friend, remember I
Welwyn, Hertfordshire. He had a nice bright love you.” wife, and three pretty, good-tempered children. He Nelly believed in the wisdom of the choice she had lived in the days of stage coaches, when the roads were made, and was very angry, and quite sure Tom judged bad and people did not travel about as now, and when her harshly. Four months later she wrote a few lines it was quite an event to go to London.
to say she was starting that day, with her husband, to The farmer never left home, he disliked strange America. Six years passed before further tidings came faces and strange places too much. Though the journey of her, and then Tom learnt, in a roundabout way, between Welwyn and London occupied only a few that she was a widow. More he did not know, and hours, he had but once in his life been to the great he could only wonder what Nelly was doing ; how she metropolis. He had no pleasant remembrance of his was living; and sometimes he feared his wife was visit; it comprised some of the saddest days he had right, and that he would never more hear of his ever spent.
sister. “One thing happening will tempt me to London The season had been a good one for the farmers, and again," Tom said to his wife.
the harvest supper was fixed for no very distant date. “I understand," she answered.
It was the last day of August. Tom's heart was full “ Yes, you know, Susan. If Nelly ever should como uf shank’ulness whon ho rose in tho morning. He back and ask me to go and see her, I would set off to owned God's hand in all that befell him; he thanked London or anywhere else within reasonable distance." Him for the fine weather, and for his good crops ; and,
“Poor Tom !” replied Mrs. Hollis, softly, “I wish as he breathed the sweet morning air, he exclaimed,
separated, was sad enough ; very few words passed at first.
Nelly seemed scarcely able to speak. She revived a little, and by degrees recounted her sorrowful story to Tom, and told him he was right and she was wrong.
“Why did you not come back to me when you were left alone ?” he asked.
“I was not alone. I had one boy, a darling ; I lived for him, and worked for him; he died a few months ago, and then, Tom, I had only one wish, that was to see you again. But I was very ill, and thought I should never get to England alive. When you have told me you can forgive me, I can die in peace.”
“Forgive you, Nelly, I did that years ago ; you will not die, you will live to see the old home, and the children and Susan, and we will love you back into health.”
“No, Tom, that cannot be. I have only a few hours more.
I am quite happy now I have seen you, for I love Jesus, and for His sake God has forgiven me all my sins. Kiss me again and again, dearest brother. Good-bye--good night-come very near to me."
Tom bent down and raised his sister in his strong arms, and soothed her with words out of God's Book and his own loving heart. A great silence fell over the room, and before daylight fled, Nelly had gone to the land which is not so very far off.
“Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits."
Farmer Hollis was very busy up to nearly eight o'clock, and then he turned his steps towards home to breakfast. As he came in sight of the house the postman appeared in the opposite direction, and they met at the gate. Tom took the letter from him, paid the postage, said a few words about the fine day, and walked on, breaking the seal as he went.
His wife was waiting for him. Have you got a letter ?" she asked.
“ Yes," he replied, giving it to her ; “ I don't know who it's from ; perhaps it's about the cow.”
Mrs. Hollis uttered such a loud exclamation, that her husband thought she was ill. “ What is the matter ?” he cried.
“Oh, Tom, she's alone in London, and dying."
“Who-what, Susan ?” he asked, taking the letter. The first words he read made his hands tremble and his heart beat. It was not a long letter, and ran thus :
“Mrs. Brown, of Holland Place, Pimlico, London, writes to Mr. Hollis to tell him his sister is dangerously ill at her house. Come directly if you want to see her alive."
“I must go, Susan. What time is it? I must catch the coach."
“I doubt you will be too late, Tom. It's just gone eight, and the coach is due at the White Horse at Welwyn by nine o'clock.”
“I shall do it.”
“ You'll have to walk. If John wasn't in the far field he might saddle the cob.”
“I shall manage it, Susan. Tie me up a bundle of things, and I'll change these clothes and put on my best. If only I can see my Nelly once more !”
Ten minutes later Tom had blessed his wife and children, and was hurrying over the fields at a brisk trot. He had no time to think of his farm, or that he was leaving his wife, or that he disliked travelling; his one prayer was,
“God grant that I may find the coach, and be in time to see poor Nelly."
One more field had to be crossed, one more stile to be jumped, and the high road which commanded the White Horse would be reached. Onward Tom went, and caught a glimpse of the coach ; but it was just starting. He ran at full speed, and cried “Stop!” at the top of his voice, and waved his stick aloft. The guard was mounting behind. He hoped he would turn round and see him. It was his last chance. The old dog Rover's face was towards him; but all eyes were fixed on the coach.
As the guard took his seat, he noticed Tom's stick, and the latter caught sight of the guard's uplifted hand. “Thank God for that !” he ejaculated. Some hours later Tom reached his sister.
She was tended by her kind landlady, who told him the doctor gave no hope.
“Where is she ?" was all Tom managed to stammer out. The meeting between the brother and sister, so long
THE LORD'S WALL.
night, the inhabitants of the little
the greatest distress and terror. A hostile army was marching down upon them, and new and fearful reports of
the doings of the lawless soldiers were hourly reaching the place.
While all hearts quaked with fear, an aged Christian passed her time in crying out to God that He would build a wall of defence around them.
Her grandson asked her why she prayed for a thing so entirely impossible; but she explained that she meant that God would protect her.
At midnight the dreadful tramp was heard ; an enemy came pouring in at every avenue, filling the place to overflowing. But while the most fearful sounds were heard on every side, not even a knock came to their door, at which they were greatly surprised. The morning light made the matter clear, for just beyond the house the drifted snow had reared such a massive wall that it was impossible to get over to them.
“There," said the old woman, triumphantly, “do you see, my son, that God could raise up a wall around us? Truly, with God all things are possible.”