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Son ;

“He that believeth on Me:" but Jesus knew that the THE BREAD FROM HEAVEN.

great bulk of those who had seen His miracle, and who READ JOHN vi. 30-51.

at that very moment saw Him face to face, and heard LL the people who had seen the His words, did not believe. “I said unto

you, miracle of the loaves can hardly

also have seen Me, and believe not.” Though many have been present. But, besides around Him had sought Him, it was but for common such of those people as were

bread, not for the Bread of life; they did not really there, there

doubtless believe. others, who, though they must But some did; all whom the Father had given to the have heard of the miracle, yet all true disciples among those who were there, and had not seen it. Perhaps it was all true disciples everywhere. Such are given by the these that asked for a sign. Or Father to the Son, to be His. Their hearts are changed

it may be, that, though they by His grace; they are led to believe; they are inclined who asked had seen the miracle, yet they wished to see to come to Christ; they do come to Him. They come, a sign on a larger scale, such a sign as the feeding of and He receives them. Not one such does He reject. the people in the wilderness with manna for so many Thus He becomes “the Bread of life” to them; He years.

Himself is the very Life of their souls. The sign was asked for in consequence of our Lord

How full of comfort is this assurance about the saying, “This is the work of God, that ye believe on

Father's will! Our Saviour came to do the Father's Him whom He hath sent.” It was as though they had will; and this is the Father's will, that nothing should said, “Thou callest us to believe on Thee, as sent by be lost of that which He has given to the Son, but that God : we believe on Moses, as sent by Him, because of all, with nothing missing, should be raised up by Him the manna ; what sign of the same kind dost Thou

at the last day. show?"

This, however, is general; "all that which He hath They quoted the words of the seventy-eighth psalm. given Me." But the Father's will extends also to each But, in our Lord's reply, He tells them that it was not individual person who sees the Son (whether personally, Moses, but God Himself, who gave the manna ;

and or in the hearing of the Gospel), and believes on Him. further, the manna, though given miraculously by God, His will is that every such person should have everwas not the true bread from heaven. It was but a lasting life. This our Saviour declares : and He adds, type of the true. “But My Father giveth you the

“And I will raise him up at the last day.” true bread from heaven." He gave you the type before;

We are not to be slothful. We are to believe, to now He gives you the true bread.

watch and pray, to cleave to our Lord, to seek to be What did He mean? What was the true bread fruitful in holiness; but our comfort is not in ourselves, from heaven ?” It was Himself. * The bread of God or in anything we can do, but in God's gracious will is He (or, as it might be, that) which cometh down concerning us. He will bestow everlasting life upon from heaven, and giveth life unto the world.”

us, as given to His blessed Son in the covenant of The Jews did not understand Him. Yet they saw grace, and as believers in Him. He will keep us steadthat He spoke of something precious and life-giving, fast. He will teach, guide, strengthen, sanctify us by as the woman of Samaria perceived when He spoke to His Holy Spirit; He will enable us to persevere unto her of the "well of water, springing up into everlast- the end. Not one shall be lost. Not one true and ing life.” So, like her, they asked Him for this bread; humble believer shall be missing. “I will raise him “Lord, evermore give us this bread.”

up at the last day.” Then Jesus explained His meaning clearly; " I am Jesus knew that the Jews murmured, yet He made the Bread of life: he that cometh to Me shall never no change in His teaching. On the contrary, in these hunger; and he that believeth on Me shall never last verses He said again the very thing at which they thirst."

had murmured; and that more fully than before. Did He is the Bread of life still; for us, as well as for

He wish then to offend them? Did He not wish them. He is the spiritual food and sustenance of the them to believe? Yes; but belief must be belief of • soul ; the Bread of life, the only spiritual food by the truth, or it is worth nothing. If they would have

which life in the soul is supported. Israel in the wilder- eternal life, it was necessary that they should believe ness was supported by manna alone; such was God's in Him as the Bread of life, and as having come down appointment: so Christ alone maintains in us spiritual from heaven. In very love to them therefore He life. There is no hunger for those who come to Him, repeated this truth, notwithstanding their murmurs, no thirst for those who believe on Him. The words Let us remember this. Our Lord here sets us an come” and “believe” mean here almost the same, example.

The truth will often be murmured at. Let and help to explain each other. The coming is a us never alter it, or tone it down, to meet men's uncoming in faith; the belief is such a belief as brings belief. That is no real kindness. On the other hand, the believer to Christ. Again, how strikingly like are we must give no needless offence, we must try to win these words to our Lord's words to the Woman of others to our Lord by love. But truth, the truth of Samaria about the water of life!

God, must come first.



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AMMA, dear, may I go to church to-day?"

“I am afraid, Johnnie, that you could

not keep quiet." Oh, yes I can. I will be very still if you will let me go."

"Let us try him this morning,” said papa.

“Well, Emily may get you ready. Remember you have promised to be a good boy."

“Yes, mamma,” said Johnnie in a tone so loud and earnest that his brothers and sisters laughed.

When they were all ready, Johnnie walked beside Emily, taking hold of her hand. “Are you not glad that I am big enough to go to church ?”

"Yes, dear; and I hope you will listen to the minister.”

"I will,” said Johnnie; * I will tell every word he

Yes, it was beautiful; but don't talk to me any more, Emily; you will make me forget the sermon."

It was papa's custom to ask the children to tell as much as they could remember about the sermon. They all had something to say.

Johnnie listened to each one. Then he said, “That's not all. Papa, why don't you ask me?”

“Well, Johnnie, we shall be glad to hear from you."

« « Jesus loves you ; come to Jesus !"" said he, very earnestly

Yes, those were the last words of the sermon. You have done well for a little boy not quite three years old," said papa, kissing him. “Yes,” said mamma,

we are all pleased with him.” And then she kissed him, and the children did the

We will not soon forget Johnnie's First Sunday at Church,' nor the words he has repeated, "Jesus loves you ; come to Jesus!'”

“ No," said the children, will not forget them.”

“I hope that you may not,” said papa ; "I can say nothing better to you to-day, or desire anything more for you in the future, than that you might all feel and remember these words : 'Jesus loves you; come to Jesus!""

And will not all the readers of this little story think of them too? “ Jesus loves you ; come to Jesus !”




"Oh, no ; you will not remember so much ; but maybe you can tell papa something."

During prayer, Johnnie closed his eyes and folded his hands; and when the minister preached, looked at him all the time.

“I must go every Sunday,” he said, coming home.

"I think mamma will let you now; you have behaved so well. No one could have done better. You liked the music, did you not ?”



And a hero is he who in Christ's great

Can conquer in the strife.
A lady desired to help the men

On the rank near her own hotel
(Mark what one traveller may do

Who uses one talent well),
Daily she sent, through the mission week,

To each cabman an hour's fare,
And begged he would join his fellow-


RIVING about in the cruel storm,

Or standing still in the rain, Sick or well, he must brave it all, And the cabman will not complain. Bearing the cold of the winter night,

The heat of the summer sun, Bearing it bravely, and resting not

When other men's work is done. Sheltering many from cold and wet,

Saring, indeed, some lives; Yet who gives a kindly or grateful

thought To the cabman as he drives ? No money can pay when a man risks

health To save another from illPriceless indeed is a fearless heart

And a strong undaunted will. We have not done all when our fare is

paid, If as Christians we strive to live, There are ills from which we must

shelter him, And our best protection give. Worse than the fury of the storm

Are passions that rage within,
More hurtful far than the biting frost

Is the deadly breath of sin.
Yet hard indeed it must often be,

Far harder than we think,
When the body is chilled and the mind

Who met for praise and prayer.
And seventeen went in company

Each night to the house of the Lord;
Side by side at their own desire

They sat to hear the Word.
Throughout the building joyfully

Their earnest voices rang;
And sweet to the godly must have been

Their voices as they sang !
“Good news we have heard.” “I en-

joved it much.”
"I wish I could just afford [heart
To refuse this fare.” It gives one

To hear about the Lord.”
So spoke the men, and when Sunday

They received no fare, but still
They went to the service as before,

And joined with right good-will.
And the good news spread, as good news

depressed To resist the tempter Drink. Trials of which we little know

Must beset the cabman's life;

When faithfully believed. (must
“ There are three of our men in the

Said one of the cabmen, grieved

That they did not hear, as he had done,

The news of the Saviour's love : “Couldn't you go to them and try

Their burdens to remove
“Couldn't you speak to them of sin ?

They are wild, like the most of us.
Oh, why are the saints so slow to help

When sinners are pleading thus ?
On the first night of the services

The cabmen went alone,
But the news which had comforted their

They wanted to make known.
On the second night they filled their

With the poorest they could find,
The lame, the old, the little ones,

The ignorant and blind.
A goodly company it was

To gather in for prayer;
Alas, that in a Christian land

Such gatherings should be rare !
Not for the whole, but for the sick,

Is the physician sent,
And to the outcast and the poor

Our dear Redeemer went.
Oh, if we follow Him indeed,

We shall love and try to win
The poor lost souls now perishing

In the deep abyss of sin.
There is power still in the name of

Power to raise the weak;
How is it that we have no faith
Of that holy name to speak?


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EAVEN keep the wives of seamen,

Said I, “My bonny Betsy,
And bless their children small,

These idle tears restrain ;
For they have power to cheer us, –

The happy day will soon come round,
If sorrow should befall !

When we shall meet again ! My wife was bonny Betsy,

“So fare-ye-well, my jewels !". Both trim and true was she;

Said I, in feignèd glee, We called the good ship after her,

For I feared the pain of parting When next we went to sea.

Would make a child of me. With her I left two children,

Heaven bless the wives of seamen, More dear than mines of gold

And be their children's stay, Another dark-haired Betsy,

For they have power to cheer us And a boy scarce two years old.

When we are far away!



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NE day, as I was going to visit in my district,

I went a little out of my way in order to

go by pleasant, old-fashioned Cheyne Walk. A few feet from the pavement, and going in the same direction as myself, was a costermonger with his donkey and cart. The donkey was a nice, well-set-up little creature, with shiny harness, and a way of stepping which seemed to say that he felt he was a responsible animal, who would do the best he could even with a heavy load behind him; and certainly he had to do his atmost that day, as the cart was full of coals.

While I was looking, without success, for the usual coster's whip, a clear little voice cried, “Push, Dadda!”

The voice belonged to a lovely little child of from two to three years old. She was seated on the shoulder of a tall, strong man (the donkey's master); one of his hands held her safely, while the other was placed on the back of the cart. The contrast was curious between the clean, fair face and bright pinafore of the child and the man's handsome but very coaly features and clothes,



taken out a “coster's” licence, and had once been and in temper naturally amiable, though constant selfpresented with a young donkey by the grateful coster- indulgence had already made her indifferent to the mongers ? He replied, “Yes, and it's done a deal of wants and feelings of others. good; I hardly ever sees an old donkey a-working On a dark and rainy morning in November, Sophia now; I mean, one as is past his work. My Neddy was awakened from a long and dreamy sleep by the there, he knows as he's got a good place, and he don't bustle of the housemaid, who was engaged in lighting want no whip."

a fire in the adjoining dressing-room, to be ready by By this time the road began slightly to ascend, and the time her young mistress rose to dress. With a the little child's wish to “Push, Dadda!” was allowed shrug of her shoulders, Sophia turned round in her by the loving father, and the blackened hand and the warm and comfortable bed, and as she once more comtwo chubby palms were placed together with a will posed herself for another slumber, the thought passed against the cart, to aid the patient beast. So well did through her mind, “How dreadful to be obliged to get they succeed that a corner of a street soon hid them up so early in the morning this cold damp weather, from my sight.

and to have to light the fires and sweep the rooms by Now, it seemed to me, that sweet child's wish to candle-light.” In a few moments she was again asleep, help her father was like ours, who love our Father and did not awake till her maid came to the who is in heaven, and want

bedside to say that it was to aid some of His work

past nine. on earth; sometimes we

Sophia yawned, stretched would push when He

herself, and after ten knows it is right to pull,

minutes' time spent in lookand then we must be content

ing at the handsome fringe to do His will, even though

of the bed curtains, she it does not seem like going


slowly got out of bed and

crawled into the dressingPromise, Prayer. Then, our Father loves to

When she reached hear the requests for work

the breakfast-room, she was in his children's voices,

Be strong in the Lord, and in the power of His might.

informed by the attending

Ephesians vi. 10. “Lord, what wilt Thou have

servant that her mother was me to do ?Fear thou not; for I am with thee : be

confined to her bed with a The little child put all not dismayed; for I am thy God. I will

sick-headache, and that her her tiny strength to help

strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea,
I will uphold thee with the right hand

father had already breakthe father's work; but, all of My righteousness. Isaiah xli, 10.

fasted and was gone to the the while, he was bearing

city. her on his shoulder. Thus Because of His strength will I

“How disagreeable to be

wait upon Thee: for God all our works are done "in

is my defence.

alone," thought Sophia, as Him ;” “He makes us

she sat down to

her willing in the day of His

sumptuous meal;

meal; "and power;” “He has wrought

what horrid, wretched-lookall our works in us."

ing weather!” She ate with Do you think that little

out relish, for long morning one would have pleased her

slumbers are not generally father so well, or have been

favourable in producing a half so useful, if she had

keen and healthy appetite not stayed on his shoulder, but had tried to help him When the breakfast things were removed, she walked by herself? No, she would surely have pushed at the to the window, and stood for some moments watching wrong moment, and hindered when she might have the falling drops of rain. “No going out this mornhelped ; so must we remain quiet, held in the “Great ing,” she said aloud, as she sauntered to the piano and God, our Saviour's" hand, who places us " on His carelessly played a few bars; and then opening a book shoulder rejoicing;” so, we, being close to His heart, of songs, began to sing ; but after she had got through and feeling “His strength” thrilling through our one verse, she hastily closed the book, and shutting weakness, shall be able to "will and to do of His good the instrument, walked into the library, where she pleasure."

stood for some moments looking over the well-filled book-shelves, as if undecided which volume to choose.

At length, having fixed upon a tale of wonder and TWO WAYS OF SPENDING A DAY.

romance, she returned to the breakfast-room, and, OPHIA NORTON was the only child of a rich drawing an easy chair close to the fire, began to read;

London merchant. She was idolised by her but her mind, satiated and palled with frequent novel

parents, and courted, caressed, and admired by reading, hardly felt any degree of interest even in the her friends. In person she was beautiful and attractive, exciting and unreal scenes through which the heroine

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