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Miss Lee knew that no easy task lay before her, but she did not shrink from it. The wistful look she had noticed in poor John's face one day had so impressed her, that she had set her heart upon doing him some good, and thus a few difficulties were not likely to divert her from her purpose.

Weeks passed, and the lad's progress was slow. Letters and words slipped through his mind as through a sieve; but when his teacher talked to him of God and heaven, when she told him Bible stories, or repeated to him simple hymns, his face assumed quite another expression, and it was evident that his interest was awakened in these better things.

“Don't weary yourself with this stupid lad," said Miss Lee's friends sometimes, when they saw her look tired after a lesson had been given ; but she heeded not such advice, always answering, “It is worth a little trouble if I can make even poor John know and

I have come to talk to you about John." love God.” By-and-by the reading and writing were given up as impossible; but three evenings in every week were devoted to this boy, and there he heard stores of Scripture verses and stories, never seeming to be weary. Autumn came, a wild wet autumn, when the trees were tossed about in the rough wind, and the waves, which were visible from the village, dashed wildly on the shore for many a day and night.

One morning the cottagers were grouped in twos and threes about their doors, telling a sad story. A little boat had been discovered at sea the night before, and some of the men had put out to rescue it—"Simple John” being of the party.

They all came safely to land—all but one, and that the

poor half-foolish boy. In leaping from the boat a wave struck him down, and in falling he received a blow which was fatal. “God! Christ!” he murmured, as they raised him. “Through Him, through His blood, pardon." That was all he died after an hour's unconsciousness, leaving these words as a sort of testimony that Miss Lee had not laboured in vain, and that, foolish as to the wisdom of this world, poor John had heard of those who are “wise unto salvation."


was full of men, pushed away from the ship, which

now was almost hidden from them by the storm-tossed NE sunny day the ship Katherine left Liverpool waves. Through the twilight, even in the midst of

docks for New York. The sky was blue and the boiling sea, those in the boat saw two men making

cloudless, the waters were smooth, and all for the boat. It was overladen as it was, for they had seemed bright and hopeful. So thought two men who not had time to man the last lifeboat, the dangerwere going out to rejoin their wives and families. ous position of the ship increasing every moment.

These men were English, but had gone to America These two men were named James Harly and John some years ago, and were employed in the railway Vane, whom we saw and talked with as they left the works there. Being sent by their employers to shores of England. They had tried to swim for their England, they had done all the business entrusted lives, and now thought they might enter the lifeboat.

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to them, and were now returning to the shores where But, oh, the horrors of that moment when by main was all that made home dear.

force they were pushed back, and even through the The

voyage was a good one, and then came the day noise of the tempest they caught the words—there is when the captain said that he hoped they would be in no room ! So they were left to perish, and the boatNew York the next evening.

so laden that had they entered they would have But suddenly a storm came on just as the evening swamped it—made its way towards the shore, which it approached. The waves dashed over the ship, the gained after two perilous days on the waters. rigging was snapped by the wind as if it was so many Reader! do you not know that you, if you have not threads, and finally came the awful news that there sought the Lord Jesus Christ as your Saviour, are in was no hope, the ship would soon be submerged. One the greatest possible peril? There in the stormy sea lifeboat was launched on the angry sea, and the women you are alone, likely at any moment to be hurled into and children were saved in it. Then the last, which eternity. You have not strength to swim to the shore

All you

by the aid of your own good works; you could not do Calmly and boldly Mr. Duncan rebukes them, and it if you tried. Round you is danger, but there is tells them that God is his Master, and he cannot poshope. A hope that you may cling to now—for now sibly be moved by their threats. At last, to his wonder, is the accepted time, now is the day of salvation.

Legaic and his followers depart, leaving him unharmed, He who loved you so that He died for you


you and school is resumed with the few children remaining. might be saved, He it is who is as the lifeboat for your Afterwards the missionary learned by what strange soul. Will you not go to that lifeboat ?

means God had defended him. Leaning against the have to do is to believe in Jesus, to be sure that He wall behind him, apparently indifferent to what was will save you, that He will pardon all your sins and passing, had stood an Indian named Clah, whom Mr. give you the power to grow daily more like Himself. Duncan had employed to teach him the language of The effort of your will is needed. You must stretch his tribe, and accompany him as interpreter in his out the arm of faith and lay hold of the lifeboat, and visits among the natives of Metlah Katlah. Unknown once there you are safe !

to the missionary, Clah had declared that if any harm Safe, yes; and so sure as you go you will be re- befel the white man he would avenge him. The interceived by your Saviour. No soul has He ever cast preter's skill in fire-arms was well known in his tribe, away, none has ever been spurned by Him. None and as he entered the school with the would-be murwho have gone to that lifeboat have ever been told derers, and stood quietly beside the missionary, the there was no room for them !

bloodthirsty chief was aware that under the blanket There is room there. Room in the lifeboat for you, in which Clah was wrapped a revolver was hidden, for all who will seek safety in it. No danger there, and that whoever might escape he himself would cerfor the might of the Sacrifice is sufficient for all who tainly pay with his life any attack on Mr. Duncan. come to Christ; there is room for all !

Even so in one way or another, and often by means Will you not go

there now? For the day will come we cannot see or imagine, does God ever stretch forth when, if you have not sought Christ in the day of His arm to help and defend us in the way of His comsalvation, in the time of your earthly life, it will mandments; as surely now as when of old it needed be too late. When before the judgment throne, when but a moment's lifting of the veil which parts us from the fears of hell encompass you, and then you seek the the world unseen, and there appeared “horses and lifeboat, the answer must and assuredly will be, chariots of fire round about ” His servant Elisha. “ There is no room—too late!”


HE bell is ringing for afternoon

school at the mission-station of
Metlah Katlah in North-West
America. A curious bell it is;
a steel hung across the door-
way, and usually struck by one
of the scholars, mounted on a
bench; but to-day it is Mr.
Duncan himself, the missionary
teacher, who sounds the call,

for all his pupils are afraid. Legaic, the Indian chief, has threatened to murder all those who attend the school during the “medicine mysteries,” a heathen festival attended by nameless abominations, just taking place.

Nearly eighty scholars, encouraged by their pastor, have ventured, though with fear and trembling, to come to school. Hardly are they assembled when the surious chief, with seven of his followers, bursts in; they are decked with paint and feathers and hideous masks. Most of the children flee, and Legaic, brandishing a large knife, threatens to murder the missionary.

“I know how to kill people," he cries, and draws his hand across his own throat. “I am a murderer, and so is he and he,” pointing to his companions.

HE Christian navigates a sea

Where various forms of death appear ;
Nor skill, alas ! nor power has he,

Aright his dangerous course to steer.
Why does he venture then from shore,

And dare so many deaths to brave ?
Because the land affrights him more

Than all the perils of the wave.
Because he hopes a port to find,

Where all his toil will be repaid ;
And though unskilful, weak, and blind,

Yet Jesus bids him nothing dread.
But though His faithful word is given,

Who does not change, and cannot lie;
Yet when his bark by storms is driven,

He doubts, and fears destruction nigh.
Though fear his heart should overwhelm,

He'll reach the port for which he's bound;
For Jesus holds and guides the helm,

And safety is where He is found.
Methinks I view him now at last

Safe anchored in the haven of joy;
He thinks no more of conflicts past,

Wonder and love his heart employ.
He wonders much at all he sees;

He loves the Author of his bliss;
And cries, while he the scene surveys,

“Oh! what a glorious land is this !"



tinually from under the cloak of the philosopher and STRIKING CONTRASTS.

sage. He entertains, dazzles, and even instructs ; yet

how often has he fostered prejudice and generated BOUT a hundred years before Howard's time there was a

infidelity! celebrated duke, full of

Vinet, too, lived at Lausanne, and died there-a talents and accomplishments

man of genius and eloquence--the Chalmers of Swit

zerland. "He brought all the spoils of reason to the as well as wealth. He was a wit and a courtier too,

cross, and kneeling there as a humble suppliant, looked

up into the face of the dying Saviour, and exclaimed, but utterly profligate. He

‘Lord, remember me when Thou comest into Thy kingwas a perfect buffoon. “He

dom.' His mighty soul was laid, all throbbing with was a man who studied the whole body of vice.” He thought and feeling, on the bosom of the Son of God.

Renouncing his own righteousness, relying upon Christ was deceitful no less than

alone, and consecrating his attainments on the altar licentious; had a hard un

of Christian love, he rejoiced in the abounding grace feeling heart; was a spend

of God, and lay down to die in the calm and blessed thrift, and, harsh as may sound the expression, a brute also. He killed in a duel hope of a glorious immortality. It was the death of a

Christian, calm and beautiful as the last rays of sunset the man whose wife he had dishonoured. He wasted his substance in riotous living. He died and left

upon the mountains of his native land.” How interone of the blackest names on the page of English esting the contrast between Gábbon's use of his portion history. And his rank and riches now form the

of goods and Vinet's; the one employed against the pedestal which lift him up on high, an image for

Cross, the other hallowed by it; the one thrown into

the service of error, the other into the service of truth; posterity to look at and take warning from. This was

the one to the dishonour, the other to the glory of Jesus. George Villiers, the Duke of Buckingham, of whom

These different capabilities lie in all intellectual Pope says :

gifts, great and small. Whether we have one talent, " In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung,

or ten, or a thousand, we may bury the whole, or The floors of plaister and the walls of dung, On once a flock bed, but repaired with straw,

waste it, or pervert it, or use it for God's service and With tape-tied curtains never meant to draw ;

glory. And with these different capabilities before us, The George and Garter dangling from that bed,

it is for us to make our election. God has constituted Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red,

man a spiritual being, a being with a will; and when Great Villiers lies; alas ! how changed from him,

His service no longer appears freedom, and man proThat life of pleasure and that soul of whim. No wit to flatter left of all his store,

mises himself liberty elsewhere, he is allowed to make No fool to laugh at, which he valued more ;

the trial, and to discover, if needs be, by saddest proof, There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends,

that the only condition of his freedom is his cleaving And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends."

unto God; that departing from Him he inevitably falls Waste was not the only or the main feature of this under the bondage of his own desires and of the spendthrift's history. His wastefulness was the source world, and under the slavery of the devil. of vice and misery to others, while it ministered in The coming to oneself in this life is very different. himself to both. The germ of an upas tree was folded There is in it much of painfulness, but there is in it up in Buckingham's fortune. You see what capabili- more of mercy. How opposite the judicial inflictions ties of dishonour and misery a rich man carries in his of another life and the reformatory discipline of this ; lot. God


him full of blessing ; he turned it the iron chain there eating into the substance of the all to poison, drank much of it himself, and gave the soul, and the gentle cord here drawing the soul from rest to others. Think of Howard and of him. Are its falsehoods, sins, and sorrows, to truth and God! there not very opposite and wonderful capabilities in The prodigal had forsaken God, but he has not been the Divine endowments of property ?

forsaken by Him; no, not even in that far land ; for all Yes, and in the Divine endowments of talent too. the misery which has fallen on him there was indeed Lausanne, on the Lake of Geneva, is associated with an expression of God's anger against sin, but at the two distinguished literary names; one not so well same time of His love to tho sinner. He hedges up known as the other, but still growing into fame. his way with thorns, that he may not find his paths. Gibbon wrote some of his Decline and Fall of the He makes his sin bitter to him, that he may forsake it. Roman Empire here. Here it was that he took his In this way God pursues His fugitives, summoning famous walk when he had completed his toils—the them back to Himself in that only language which now walk he has so affectingly described. That illustrious they will understand. He allows the world to make monument of learning and genius, his grand history, its bondage hard to them, that they may know the was built out of the powers which his Maker had be- difference between His service and the service of "the stowed. He did make a brilliant use of the portion of kings of the countries,” that those whom He is about to goods which fell to him ; but it was an un hallowed deliver may at last cry to Him by reason of their bitter The sceptic and the scorner comes out con


a cup


and unbearable bondage.


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It was when Israel felt the tyranny of the task- own words, he asked, “What mercy can there be master that the people sighed under the burden of for me?" their bondage, and the Lord heard and pitied. So Aftor a little rest he returned to steer the ship. “I Manasseh also, when in captivity, came to his senses, had here leisure and convenient opportunity for reflecand far away from his own throne and his country's tion. I began to think of my former religious protemple, thought of his King and his God. What an fession, the extraordinary turns of my life, the calls, infinite mercy and gain it is, at whatever temporal cost warnings, and deliverances I had met with, the it may be, for man to come to himself, after losing licentious course of my conversation, particularly my himself, and to recover the favour of the Almighty. unparalleled effrontery in making the Gospel history

To take a modern instance. John Newton was a the constant subject of profane ridicule. I thought sad profligate—an African blasphemer, as he used to there never was or could be such a sinner as myself; say, referring to his profanity when a trader in slaves and then, comparing the advantages I had broken on the Guinea coast. If any man was mad with through, I concluded at first my sins were too great wickedness, it was he. His career of folly, vice, and to be forgiven." impiety shows that he was utterly beside himself.

He was coming to himself. Blessed storm ! precious One night, at sea, he went to bed, and was suddenly danger! to have awakened in him such serious thoughts. waked up by the billows breaking on board. The There arose a gleam of hope; the ship was freed from waves tore away the timbers; some of the sailors set water. “I thought I saw the hand of God displayed to baling out the water, while others worked at the in our favour, and I began to pray. I could not utter pumps.

In the midst of the terror, he laughed at it, the prayer of faith. I could not draw near to a reconciled and told his companions that it would serve afterwards God, and call Him Father. My prayer was like the for a subject over a glass of wine.

raven's cry, which yet the Lord did not disdain to hear.” “No, it is too late now !” said one, with tears. The It was the beginning of a complete change-the madness was at its height, just as it was about to take dawn of salvation's day upon the soul of the weathera turn. Newton was at the pump from three in the beaten mariner. Moral sanity was returning; he was morning till near noon.

coming to his reason by degrees. The dreadful At last he said, “If this will not do, the Lord tempest, the danger, the gaping gulf, and the opening have mercy upon us !" and then, struck with his hell, had brought him to his senses.

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