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have nothing to demand, but every | Mr. McPhail called the little girl aside, thing to beg at a throne of grace. and questioned her about her soul Salvation is all of grace. “Except and her eternal interests, and found her Je be converted, and become as little | in a state of most deplorable ignorance. children, ye shall in no wise enter the “Who made you?" asked the miniskingdom of heaven."


“ I do not know."

“Do you know that you have a THE HIGHLAND SERVANTGIRL.

“No. I never heard that I had one. ABOUT the middle of the last century - What is a soul ?”

: part of the Scottish Highlands | “Do you ever pray?" burnas Ross-shire, was favoured with "I don't know what you mean.” & class of ministers remarkable for "Well," said he, “I am on my way their personal godliness and for the to Edinburgh, and when I come back I wonderful results of their labours. will bring you a little neckerchief if One of them was Mr. Hector McPhail, you will promise to say a prayer which of Resolis. The story of one con I will teach you ; it is very short; TEISION, some years after he had been there are only four words in it: 'Lord, ordained pastor, is one of singular in

show me myself.' If you engage to Test, but it is too long to be given in repeat this, night and morning, I will this artide.

not forget to bring you the present.” Mr. McPhail was once going up to The little girl, of course, readily Edinburgh to attend the General As gave the promise to perform the easy *mbly, of which he was a member, condition which would secure for her ed in the course of his journey stopped | an object So valuable, and, to her, for the night at a Highland country so rare. 1.11. As he made it an invariable rule Mr. McPhail went his way to Edinto have family worship wherever he burgh, and was busily occupied with Manced to rest, whether in a public or | the meetings of the Assembly, and in inirate house, the household was, of executing a multitude of commissions nurse, on this occasion, summoned with which he had been charged by

gether for this purpose. Mr. McPhail the friends at home, but he did not buked round the group and asked if fail to keep in mind the little necker*tery ininate of the family was present. chief for the poor little Highland lassie. Tke landlord answered this inquiry in On his journey homeward he again de affirmative.

| stopped for the night at the Highland "All ?" inquired Mr. McPhail. inn, and again summoned its inmates to "Yes," replied the host, “we are gather for worship. The seryantall here; there is a little lassie in maid, however, did not appear, and to the kitchen, but we never think of the inquiry of Mr. McPhail respecting aking her in.”

the cause of her absence, the hostess "Then,” said Mr. McPhail, “ call replied ; Le lassie in ; and we will wait till * Indeed, sir, she has been of little comes."

use since you were here; she has done The landlord urged that she was nothing but sit and cry night and day; su dirty that she was not fit to be and now she is so weak and exhausted kell. But no excuse. The seryant she cannot rise from her bed.” ***le had a soul-"a very precious “My good woman,” exclaimed Mr. ne," said the minister; "and if she | McPhail, at once divining the reason

tot usually summoned to family of her grief, "let me sou wo Forship, all the more need of her | immediately.” oming in it now." So in she came. He was conducted to a wretched hole Liter the exercises were concluded, I beneath the stairs, where the poor little

creature lay upon a straw bed, the “Yes, perfectly." picture of mental agony and spiritual “I was that servant-maid. You distress.

taught me two short prayers. By the “ Well, my child,” said he to her in first I was brought to feel the need of affectionate tones, here is the necker a Saviour; by the second I was led to chief I have brought you from believe that Saviour as mine. I am Edinburgh. I hope you have done now comfortably settled in life; and, what you promised, and said the prayer although the mother of a large family, I taught you ?”

I have travelled far to see you, to “Oh no, no," she answered, “I can tell you with my own lips the never take your present. A dear gift gracious things which the Lord has it has been to me. You taught me a done for my soul." She lived for prayer which God has answered in an many years an eminently holy awful way. He has shown me my Christian. self, and, oh, what an awful sight it is ! Minister, minister, what shall I do po

THE BOY THAT LOVED HIS Now, let us pause here a moment to

MOTHER. ask how this fact, the truth of which

FOR THE YOUNG. is beyond dispute, is to be explained by the class of theologians who style SOMETIMES, when I have been visitthemselves “ liberal," and who deny | ing sick people, I have seen a little that there is any special agency in the | girl watching beside her mother's bed, conversion of sinners? How did that | and arranging her pillows, or stealing poor Highland servant-maid, within about on tiptoe to fetch anything she the short space of two weeks, attain wanted, so fearful lest she should disthat “awful” self-knowledge ? Mr. turb her, and make her head ache. McPhail doubtless gave her some little But more interesting still it is to see a insightinto the meaning of the prayer he little boy fulfilling such kind offices as had taught her, but beyond this slight he can do for a dear sick mother, help she had no means of learning un Nursing is part of a woman's work, less she was taught by the Spirit of and God gives her, for the most part Light and Life. She could not read, even in childhood, a gentle hand and and in that careless household not quiet step, to point out the work by a soul sympathized with her in the means her to do. But boys are mostly least.

noisy and thoughtless ; so that I think Mr. McPhail opened to the poor dis it is much harder work for them tressed girl the Gospel method of control their high spirits, and creep salvation, the unsearchable riches of about in a sick room. Christ, and closed by giving her First of all, you must know that another short prayer of four words. a small town of France, about a hulk: It was this : "Lord show me thy dred years ago, there lived a meet self.” The next morning he started He was a man who loved moner for his home.

much that he denied himself the colli. Many years passed, when one day mon necessaries of life in order to sati a matronly-lookingwoman was ushered it. A miserable, unhappy man 3 into the good and now venerable Master Lombard; for that was by pastor's study, who, with modest air, name. He was by trade a chenust said to him : " You will scarcely and he made a great deal of money know me,: Mr. McPhail.” He was but he lived just like a beggar. H obliged to reply that he could not re had no wife nor children, nor ever cognize her.

friends; he never showed anybody am "Do you remember a little servant kindness. maid in inn ?"

At night, when he shut up his shop he would sit by the smallest scrap of “Please, Master Lombard, I only fire, and eat a dry crust for his supper; want some medicine for mother.” then he would bring out his gold | Lombard would again have interpieces, and count them over and over rupted him, but he continued, “She is 5 himself. Alas! of what use were | ill, sir--she is dying, partly for want ther, hoarded up like that? I think if | of food ; but this medicine may save Vaster Lombard had ever tried the her, if you will only give it to me. lelight of doing good to others with Look, it is in Latin, but you can read Ten one of those gold pieces, he would it.” are found counting them up a very | The apothecary took the paper from por pleasure in comparison. But he | the boy's hand, and, stepping back Her did try it; he never gave any into the shop, put on his spectacles to thing away; he never made anybody read it. When he had finished, the say happier. I do not know whether boy told of his mother's affliction, and he ever read the blessed Bible words, asked anxiously whether the remedy "Ho that hath pity upon the poor were a good one. Bordeth to the Lord, and that which he “Yes," said Lombard, “the remedy layeth out will He pay him again.” If is good, but it is dear; it will cost a he did, they never reached his heart. good deal of money." Ho lent money to other people, to « Oh, what shall I do, for I have only bring him in a profit, but he never | fivepence?” and the boy thought of tried the better profit of lending it to his sick and dying mother with an the Lord.

agony of distress. One cold winter's night he was The miser looked on in cold unconcting as usual in his back parlour, cern. Well does the Bible say, “The old and shivering, with nothing in all love of money is the root of all evil.” the world to comfort him but his bags He had gold in plenty, but he never of gold, when he heard a knock at the thought of giving it to save a fellowGuter door. He did not trouble himself creature's life. * It is no affair of to get up to answer it at first, for he mine," muttered he. thought perhaps it was only a foolish | “Oh, if you will only let me have the my playing him a trick, and that if it medicine,” again sighed the child. really were a customer he would knock “Bring the money and you shall

ain. Presently the knock did come | have it, but not a drop without, I tell Again, and then Master Lombard slowly you,” was the hard reply. wa from his seat, passed through the “Oh, Master Lombard, give me but hop, unbarred the door, and looked the medicine for my mother, and I ut into the street. The ground was | will be your servant, your slave; I hered with snow, and all was still will work for you night and day; I 10d silent; so that he was about to will do anything, go anywhere-only in the door again, angry at having | save my mother." men disturbed for nothing, when a ! The hard and cruel miser began to sinly-clad boy stepped out of the relent. halow of the doorway.

“I want a boy,” he thought to him* Please you, good Master Lombard, self; “ I know this one to be steady t is me."

and clever; I can work him hard, feed Me! and who dares disturb me at him little; it would answer my purthis time of night? Who says I never pose. Yes, I will take the boy-I ove to those who want? They speak might have done worse;" and having abse. You want a thrashing, and you come to this conclusion, he made up shall have it," and he seized the the medicine, and then returned to sembling child to fulfil his threat. I his cold, solitary parlour, to meditate

He struggled from his grasp, and over his bargain. gain began to tell

The grateful boy meanwhile has,

tened home to his mother. He gave | clever-God had given him talents: her the coveted draught, which had better still, he was painstaking and cost him so much to earn, and then all | industrious. As the years passed on, through the night he watched beside he grew rapidly in knowledge, and in the sick-bed. It was cold and cheer- l the good opinion of others; so that at less; but what mattered that? Others | last the poor, fatherless boy, the were sleeping, he was watching; miser's apprentice, became a wealthy others had comforts around them, he and a celebrated man, the chemist had none; but he cared not; his Parmentier. whole soul was absorbed in the one God does fulfil His own promises, hope for his mother's life ; and if that and even in this world reward and was spared to him, all else seemed as prosper those who honour their panothing. His brave young heart rose, rents. There is only one commandeven in the prospect of the difficult ment to which an earthly reward is path to which he had bound himself, attached; and when God promises. Te if only God would spare his mother. may be quite sure he means what he

And God did reward such love as says: “Honour thy father and the this. When the morning dawned, she mother, that thy davs may be long opened her eyes, she spoke to him, she | upon the land which the Lord thy was better; the medicine had worked , God giveth thee.” Not that length of its desired end. When she was well days may be exactly the shape the enough to hear his story, how sad and blessing may take to us; you know to grieved she was to hear of the hard lot the Jew length of days was the very before him, and yet how she thanked best of earthly blessings, because each God for having given her such a son! one hoped he might, by living a long She was a widow, in sickness and time, see the promised Messiah; and poverty, yet how rich she felt in the so God in this commandinent gT?possession of this better gift than ciously appeals to this very feeling m worldly goods !

their heart. But to us it is different, In due time she recovered, and the and it does not follow that the blessing boy entered upon his duties at Lom will come to us in the form of lon bard's shop. Hard indeed they were, i life; but in some way God will show and very difficult he was to please; that He is especially pleased with those the food was bad, the lodging worse, who love and honour their father and vet he never complained; and more mother, than this, he prospered. The lad was

Gems from Golden Mines.

FAITHFUL IN OUR LOT. most. It is better to make the best ni MANY fill their life with regrets for what you have than to fret and pour being confined to such a narrow sphere for what you have not. The man with of usefulness. If they only were in one talent is never accountable for fire. the ministerial cffice, or had millions But for his one he must give as stiil't of money, they would do so and so ; an account as the other for his five. It but what can an ordinary labourer, a may require more humility to husbar poor Sunday-school teacher, accom- one talent than five, and so far as the plish? Friend, be content to serve improvement or misimprovement of God where he has placed you; for either is concerned, they are both there precisely you can accomplish the ' equally important in the sight of Gou. soul

The king's million and the widow's | Like one bewildered ! Father, take mite are worth the same with the my hand, Eternal. And under the direction of

And through the gloom liim who multiplied the widow's oil

Lead safely home 271 the seren loaves, the widow's

Thy child! mite can be magnified into a million; and when He withholds a blessing the | The day goes fast, my Father! and the million becomes a mite. According to night the arithmetic of heaven the servant- | Is drawing darkly down. My faithless girl's shilling and the mechanic's

sight 17091-piece are worth fully as much Sees ghostly visions. Fears, a spectral as the thousands of a millionaire. But band, then the mite must be given laden Encompass me. O Father, take my with the benediction of faith. No gift hand, i to small for the great and all

And from the night sussing God to receive, who, for

Lead up to light our sakes, became pcor, that He

Thy child might make us rich. But the gift uitst be " as God has prospered us."

The way is long, my Father! and my When Aranias and Sapphira give only one mite, God will curse them.

se them. The


Longs for the rest and quiet of the penitent and rich Zaccheus gave half

goal: bis goods to feed the poor; and the

While yet I journey through this weary poor roman who had nought but tears


| Keep me from wandering. Father, ave an offering more precious than

take my hand; its of gold.

Quickly and straight What God requires is faithfulness to

Lead to heaven's gate fost which he has entrusted to us. A

Thy child! por man is responsible for the little.

The path is rough, my Father! Many this poverty, and sins if he withhold

a thorn La mite. The Church needs the gifts

Has pierced me; and my weary fəet, the poor; the gifts of the industrial

all torn ad labouring classes. She needs the

And bleeding, mark the way. Yet thy Ifluence of those who think they have 34) influence.

command She needs the sympathies and prayers of those who can

Bids me press forward. Father, take als stammer out of their sin-bur

my hand; di ned hearts, “ God be merciful to me

Then safe and blest, 4 sinner.”

Lead up to rest The most fertile summer huwers are composed of unpretending

Thy child!
Litle drops. Water-spouts are far less The throng is great, my Father ! Many
peneficial than the steady, soaking, a doubt
Siseless rain.

And fear and dangercompass me about:
And foes oppress mo sore. I cannot

stand "FATHER, TAKE MY HAND.” Or go alone. O Father! take my

hand, TJE way is dark, my Father! Cloud

And through the throng o cloud

Lead safe along y gathering thickly o'er my head, and

Thy child! Loud La thunders roar above me. See, I The cross is heavy, Father! I have stand


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