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PREVENTING MERCIES,
BY HUGH MACMILLAN
Psalm lxxix. 8.
The hawthorn hedge that keeps us from intruding,
Looks very fierce and bare,
When stripped by winter, every branch protruding
Its thorns that wound and tear.
But spring time comes; and like the rod that
budded,
Each twig breaks out in green ;
And cushions soft of tender leaves are studded,
Where spines alone are seen.
And honeysuckle, its bright wreath upbearing,
The prickly top adorns;
Its golden trumpets victory declaring , ,
Of blossoms over thorns.
Nature in this mute parable unfoldeth,
A lesson sweet to me;
God's goodness in reproof my eye beholdeth
And His severity.
There is no grievous chastening but combineth
Some brightness with the gloom ;
Round every thorn in the flesh, there twineth
Some wreath of softening bloom.
The sorrows that to us seem so perplexing
Are mercies kindly sent,
To guard our wayward souls from sEidder vexing,
And greater ills prevent. •
Like angels stern they meet us when we wander.
Out of the narrow track,
With.sword in hand, and yet with voices tender;
To warn us quickly back.
We fain would eat the fruit that is forbidden,
Not heeding what God saith ;
But by these flaming cherubim we're chidden,
Lest we should pluck our death.
To save us from the pit, tio screen of roses
Would serve for our defence.
The hindrance that completely interposes
Stings bck like thorny fence.
At first, when smarting from the shock, complain
ing
Of wounds that freely bleed,
God's hedges of severity us paining,
May seem severe indeed.
No veil of heavenly verdure brightens .
The branches fierce and bare;
No sun of comfort the dark sky enlightens,
Or warms the wintry air.
But afterwards, God's blessed spring -time cometh,
And bitter murmurs cease
The sharp severity that bloometh,
And yields the fruits of peace.
The Wreath, of Life its healing leaves discovers
Twined round each wounding stem,
And climbing by the thorns, above them hovers
Its flowery diadem.
The last Great Day, each secret deep revealing,
Shall teach us what we owe '
To these preventing mercies, thus concealing
Themselves in masks of woe ;
What sunken rocks theysbowed on which unwitting
Our souls would have been wrecked ;
What deadly sins they kept us froM committing;
What lust and pride . they cheCleed.
Then let us.smg, our guarded way thus wending,
Life's hidden snares among,
Of mercy and of judgment sweetly blending ;
Earth's sad but lovely song.
THE FIRST 'PAHTALOONS;
FROM THE GERMAN OF KARL EiERI3I3T.
[Concluded." . :
My next pair of pants, having as usual been
constructed from the cast-offs of my adult rela
tive, were unusually well developed about the
pockets and the seat. Somewhat proud of these
peculiarities, I presented myself among my
schoolfellows.
All at once I found myself surrounded, turned
abou:., my projecting pockets poked and pulled,
and shouts of laughter greeting me. I fought
with fists, legs and teeth, and wept from rage,
until the approach of the teacher stopped the
sport. As tattling or informing was contrary to
the " honor" of the school, the teacher knew
nothing of the affair, although I could not learn
my lesson for the tumult within me, and was
punished in consequence.
I restrained myself until
,I was at home, and
then I burst into bitter weeping. My mother
comforted me, but could not remedy the evil.
When I declared that I would not wear the
things, then my father stepped in and said that
nothing must be granted to such insubordina
tion. I was very miserable.
A bright spring sun at last tempted me out
into the air. Soon Cobs found me, and we made
peace with each other. He then began to sug
gest a remedy for the evil which he had made so
sore to me. He told me how he had once done
with a pair of unpleasant pantaloons he wore.
He went to the blacksmith's, where there was a
grind-stone, and stood up against it, while little
Louisa turned it, and soon a great hole was made,
beautifully slit, just as'sitting down on the bench
at school might have done 'it. Cobs offered to
do me a like service ; but itOt'eveit his assurance'
that the grinding felt very nice, could persuade
me to it. So we sought other occupation.
There was a large-iron gate- to:the house where
Louisa lived. It was not of much use, for it al
ways stood - oiien, but we generally climbed over
it. On the top were iron spikes like arrows, and
on this occasion we had successfully reached
these, and turned round comfortably, and got
our legs over the spikes upon the other side. It
only needed a bold jump to 'finish it. Cobs made,
the spring and, was down—but,alas 1, the wide
spreading pocket in my: pantaloons ' caught on one
of the spikes, and MY jump became a fall. ,
I lay for a minute on my face, and when I re
covered myself, I fdund 'ikiyilimbsindeed whole,
but my pantaloons ruined. If I kind broken a
leg or something, I might have looked for pity,
but now I must. only expect punishment. It was
a criminal case, which ; would come nada my
father's jurisdiction. •
Cobs had run away. I leaned. against the
—Sunda) Magazine
THE AMERICAN PRESBYTERIAN, THURSDAY, JUNE 10, 1869.
wall and thought what I should do. Runninc ,
away was easy, if it were not for coming back.'
Cobs once ran off to escape punishment at school,
but he got a worse one for doing so.
Lying about it was possible; but my father's
spectacled eyes seemed to pierco through all the
mists and darkness of lies. Ah, the only sensi
ble and right thing, which was to go and say to
my father, " Peccavi"—did not occur to me ; for
it is far even from the childish heart of mankind
to do this.
Then 1 thought I would put a bold face on it,
and have it out; but I could not get myself
quite up to this point. At last, when I could not
see my way out of the trouble, I was seized with
pity for myself, and burst into tears. I was
standing there with my head resting on the wall,
very melancholy, when a little hand was laid
upon my shoulder, and a voice whispered:
" Come, I'll get a needle and thread, and mend
your pantaloons"
It was Louisa, my sister's friend.
I went on crying I because I did not know
what else to do ; but a ray of hope dawned
upon me. Till now, I had always despised girls,
because they did not like what we liked, or
learn what we learned, or do what we did. Now
I was convinced, as often again in after-life,
that women are angels of mercy. Also a thought
of the usefulness of hitherto despised sewing
schools came into my head.
With ready hand, though large stitches, the
rents were soon mended. I stole quietly in at
twilight among my brothers and sisters. We
all, studied our lessons at around table under
the eye of Our mother, who sat spinnin.. Wad
to sit down , I' , applied myself diligently to my
lessons. .My mother was pleased with my un
usual stillness, and all was well, when my sister,
who sat near lite, gazing absently befoie he in
puzzling over a' questioei in arithmetic, acci
dentally spied the seam in my back. She called
attention to it, and my mother told me to let
her see, it. My declaration that it' was nothing,
was of no use. I must obey. An investigation
brought out the whole truth, and I had to tell
even the name of the little seamstress.
I say nothing of my brothers' ridicule, for it
was of no importance compared to other things.
For, although my mother was not quiok to think
evil, she was so disturbed by the ruin of the
pantaloons which she had thought: indestructible,
that she almost believed I had done it on, pur
pose.
My father was called. Under this false accusa
tion, I weptlitterly, and thought I now knew
something of " torn hearts" too. Thel sentence
was given. I sought in vain to escape the unjust
ptinishment, and after it was inflicted, I had to
go to bed supperless.
When I undressed; my pantaloons sewed fast
to my under-garments reminded me of the 'one
heart which had pitied me. I could not say my
prayers. I cried myself to sleep, but„ before
my brothers and sisters came, 1 was wakened by
a light in the room, and saw my dear 'mother
bending over me to kiss me. Weeping, I hid
my face under the clothes, but they were differ
ent tears which I shed now. With folded han;ls
went to sleep again, and my, good angel now
watched by my Imd.
The following morning my, troubles were for
gotten like a bad dream. I could kiss my father
and mother as, usual; and if brothers or sis
ters teased. me, t l could. hide my bead in my
mother's lap. My-father jok . ingly threatened to
have my legs painted blue, and let mego' with
out pantaloons ; but I did not fear. Indeed, the
oddity of the threat set my fancy to work, until
thought I should like to try it. •
Another plan, however was adopted: MYun
fortunate pantaloons were sent for repairs, not
to the tailor, but to, the shoemaker I and- , he pit
a largeleart-shaped patch of leather on the dam
aged part. The pantatoons were now ready for,
any amount of climbing. When the knees were
thin, I was so well pleased with the leather ar.-
ran.ement that I wanted the ,same „on them,;.
and by this time it had grown so.popular, in the
town that the shoemaker had really more, trou
sers to mend than the tailor. Then we came to
have our pantaloons lengthened with, leather,
When they were too short; for we all seemed
clined to shoot up tall and thin. The only ob
jection to the leather business was the weight in
summer.
I entered my ninth year,
just as the beauty of
June lay upon field and forest. ' Cobs 'still
my friend, in spite of occasional conflicts between
us. One day we wandered off into the woods.
How many eves, ears and hands were' needful
to grasp the whole splendor and loyeline4s of the
forest around us I A man's heart would have
been refreshed, but the child's heart was intoxi
cated with it all. A little brook ran along unL
der the trees, now leaping joyfully, then silently
Joking itself, as if in quiet thoughts. We stood
by it, and threw leaves;and bits ofwood into it,
watching .them until
. 'they disappeared—then'
Coba‘ took'off his :Aces and paddled with bare
feet in the watet. I c ioon'folloired his example.
Next Cobs pulled off his pantaloons, in, order to
wade. I did the same. This was charming. It
was,se nice to see all the images in the water
shake as .we walked, and to fancy that we stood
on 'the tops.of the trees as we saw them in the
brook.
All' Worm& VOiees 'Were heard' on,the bank
where we left our things. With suspended
breath we'listened, and recognized the voice of
a neighbor. It was fortunate that our clothes
depot separated passers-by fro the brook ; but
they could scarcely 'fail to attract= attention.
" Why, there are boy's clothes!" exclaimed the
neighbor ; and his little Louisa cried out :
" Those pantaloons are—" and then she stopped
as if she had bitten her tongue. Her mother,
however, said,the name which she Was about to
utter,l'or . 'my 'grey pantaloons were well-known
in the neighborhood. I wanted to sink into( the
earth, or; rather into the-water. I hid behind
an overhano o ing bush. '`lf they should come to
wards the place where We wgre ! ' Dreadful
thought!
Any kind- of pantaloons would have beenwel
come then. I begged -pardon in secret, otall the
trousers which I had ever injured, and vowed
hatred to all sans culottes. I felt the truth of
the saying, that one must be obliged to do with-
Ont a thing, before he can know its value.
Cobs, from his hiding-place, uttered a
sound like some wild beast's cry, and the in
truders had the good sense to retire by the way
that they came. They told the story at home;
and my brothers tormented me about the wild
men in the wood. But the person who first
recognized the pantaloons never said a word.
And perhaps I should never have told the
story, if my pantaloons had not been one of a
thousand indifferent things which exercised an
important influence on the future of the youth
ful citizen of the world.
THE LOCUSTS,
The husbandman has met with a host of
enemies. See what they have done. The
trees were yesterday fair and flourishing.
Their leaves rustled in the breeze, or shone
in the sun. His field of maize or corn was
coming into ear. was happy and pros.
perous. But, all at once this, army of foes
came upon him. He is trying to frighten
them away. He shouts, and screams, and
runs furiously upon them.
But you see they will be too many for ,
him. The whole air is full of them. Part
of the sky is darkened ,by ~. a dense, black
cloud.
In the distance the sun is shining
What are his enemies?
They are the locusts.
They have not left
_a single green leaf
upon his trees. The bare stems stand as if
blasted by lightning.
Now they are trying to eat up his corn.
The very name of locust gives us the idea
of something which, devpurs and destroys
And from the very earliest days, of the
world's, history, we hear of the desolation
made by the locusts.' They are part of God's
great army which is sent now and then to
punish the earth..
Shall I tell you how they come? At first
in a silent and, as it seems, harmless man
ner.
A number of insects fly along near the
sea-coast.
They are the shape of the grasshopper,
only larger, and they do not wear its deli
cate green robe. They. have brown spotted
wings, and yellow bodies. Still if we Cr lied
them large grasshoppera„ We should not be
far wrong They belong to the same family.
What are they coming'for ?
To lay their eggs.
They quickly lay million' on rainier' of
eggs. Man cannot help 'it any more - than
he could stay the movement of the world.
All over the fields, and meadoWs, and or
chards,—everywhere, in fapt,—:are countless
swarms of eggs'left hidden.
,
This is what the locosts came for I, '
Then, like a mountain' mist, the locasts'
pass away, , and are no more seen.
Time goes on his rOund. The beautiful
spring weather and the'warm sun calla nu
tare into life.
. The• meadows are cOvered'with soft, green
grass, the buds put forth, and the vines are
full of tender leaves. - -
The singinir, of.birds is heard in the land.
No* marlf-what happens.
The'ivarrn sun hatches the myriad of eggs.
.thltscomea a. countless horde of locusts.
They are not perfect insects. They have
several changes• to go through, and they
have not y-et their,wings.
But they:are ravenously hungry. They
begin to eat - ' '
Then' a mighty army rushes all at once
upon ',the smiling landscape,—an army so
vast that nothing'nature' cane compare
with it: It seenis to 'rise but of the earth
is by magic.
The surface of the grofind teeins': with lo-
CUSt.B. Column pressei upon column. They
march in battle array. Nothing'cais :stand
before them." Their appetite is insatiable.
#ery green::blade is 'devoured. The' fair
fields of:yesterday are'ilike a desert !
When anything comes:in their 'way they.
March over it. They climb, walls and
houses. They enter the rooms, even the
very bed-ebambers.
The people are all aroused'. This is what
they have beenAdreadiUg.
The cry goes forth, " The locusts ! the 10-ousts
- ousts 1"
In the. language of the Btble, ". The land
is pained because of themf'
, People do, all they can to stop the pro
,
gross of the army. They dig trenches; and
fill them With water , and they light fires in
the path of th 9, locusts. .Bat their efforts
are in vain. . .
The trenches soon get filled with locusts.
Column after column keeps on marching
over the dead''bodies of their comrades.
Nothing can stay or hindt.r them. For one
dead locust there are millions of living ones.
The very, bark branches of the trees
are gnawed off. 'The country that was like
the garden of Eden becomes a wilderness.
Alter a few days the voracious appetite of
the locust, is stayed; a change is coming
over it. It has to assume its wings, and be
come capable Of night.
Its wings have not yet been visible, but
they lie rolled up in the least possible space
on its sides.
Presently the old skin breaks and. the
perfect insect .comes forth., Then it can
rise into the air, and fly, where,it likes., •
And now begins another scene in the, life
of the locust. The mighty,army ceases to
run and jump on the _ground. It forms. a
'dense cloudithdt darkens the very sun
The cloud will move along, passing over
land and sea. Sometimes the anxious hus
bandman sees it coining, and wrings his
hands in despair. But the cloud
.does not
interfere with him. It passes on. The time
is not come for the loonstsito settle. Foe be
to the , land where they do settle I . • ,
People have heard the sound etiO v f a rush
ing ;mighty: wind. On ; comes, the donse
cloud in the dietince, spreading : half' over
the sky. Then down it drops.
The .locusts have com*,te the ,ground to
They will not stop . •till: ,they, have qttite
eaten up every green f thing l
Happily, in those countries. Nature very,
soon, repairs the , evil, and puts forth new
bads and - new shoots; or else the mischief
would be very sad. indeed.
In many places the poor natives hive a
kind of revenge.;
If the locusts eat up the produce of their
fields, they in their turn eat the locusts.
The wandering Arab makes the locust a
staple article of food. In the shops at Me
dina locusts are sold by measure. The shops
are called locust shops.
Sacks of dried locusts are often found in
the Arab's tent. He mixes them with but
ter, and spreads them on his bread for break
fast I
John the Baptist, we are told, fed on lo
custs and wild honey.
In the South of Africa the coming of the
swarm of locusts is not so much dreaded, on
account of the supply of food they bring.
The natives make them into a . kind of
paste, and live upon them for a long time.
—The Children's Paper. •
WOMAN'S INFLUENOE.
` At a recent press dinner in New York, at
which ladies and gentlemen were present, a
number of after-dinner.speeches were made
by both. Phoebe Cary was present, but de
clined to speak, furnishing her part of the
entertainment in the fdllowing graceful
poem, which was read for her :
APOLOGY
How pan you ask of us atspeeck:
When creation teaches,
That. Woman's chiefest , end, is just
To listen to Man's speeches?
True, there was a Prisaillaonce,
Who spoke her horror!
But 'tvvas because the basliful.John
'Was slow in speaking for her..
Why, asking for a Woman's hand
Has so confused' her senses,
She answered Yes, instead of No,
And took the consequences:.
But Woman,—and l'love my, sex,--
Says many &mord that reaches
Farther than all the.sparldinz wit
Of after-dinner speeches.
Where'er Man's words of eloquence
Inspire and rouse a nation,
There breathes through them the undertone
Of Woman's inspiration,
And whether hers are lofty.words
That, nerve to fiery trial,
Qr only meek and lowly deeds
Of love - and self-denial;
In tonesao clear and true and sweet,
They ring the mide world over,
. She speaks from out her heart to ours,
And men and angels love her.
NEGRO lITTERANOES.
Experience among the freedmen has
brought to light many traits of character
attractively simple, honest and odd.: Their
quaint way of " putting things" is not the
least of their out-workings that interest,
and' in them will be found , something more
than amusement 4;
The p following, cornea .as :the narration of
MSS Ann ..Dudley, , teacher among the
freedrnen at,Oharleston. , One convert says
i have got safe by the back corner, and
I will go all de journey homei .and if you
don't see me at de first of dem twelve gates,
lOo,k to de next one for I shall be dere
„-Another:
When I left de rebel ranks and crossed
over to de Lord's army, I tore up de bridge
behind me. Now Pm fightin' with de cap
tain dat's never lost a battle! •
Who will dispute the genuineness :of.-the
follOWing conversion ? i
I hasn't got quality 'ligion. I don't watt
de 'ligion of quality people !--P.ve . .got. de
ligion'of Jesus—l loves everybody.!
It is worth the roughness and toil of a
'teacher% experience to have poured out. for
one such a prayer as this
0 Lord, bless teacher who 'come so
far to %tract us in' de way to heaVen. Rock
her in de cradle of love l',,Backen de word
of, power in her , heart, "dat she may have
souls for her hire, and many stars in her
crown in de great gittin up mornin' when
de gineral roll is called., A.id when all the
battles is over, may . ,She tall kivered with
victory, be buried with de konors of war,
and rise to wear de long white robe' in
glory, and walk de shinin! street in Silver
slippers,,down by de golden sunrise, close
to de great white throne ; and dere may
she strike glad , hands wid, all her dear
scholars, and praise you, 0 Lord, forever
and ever, for Jesus' sake. Amen.
MINISTERIAL 00.NSECRATION.
During the examination , of preachers for
admission into the. East Baltimore Confer
ence, at its recent session, Bishop Thom
son in his charge to them, said :
".Piety is the first,qualification,the sine
qua non of a Christian minister. Charity! 0
what a necessity is that ! Without the love
of God how can we be, successful in winning
Sonia to Christ? 'Press forward, brethren,
to higher attainments. Through. Christ you
can do all things. We are taught to com
,prehendwith all saints what is the length
and breadth, and depth and height, and to
know the love of Christ, which pagseth
knowledge. You need to consecrate all
,your,powers to thisgreat work. Remem
ber you promise 'to give yourself wholly; to
this work, and ministry. It is not by email'
,
tering, the rays, but .by,converging them;
that we beCome burning and t iaining
Be-diligent: The diligent an often out
strips"o
the ,scalled - , genius . `punCtual.
Meet all your engagements exactly at the
time. God's eternal Word never ckinges:
The rules a the Church,` fofinded'iip94,p4B,
Word, should be. kni4-7-not i mended: Beat
in. mind this progini,e-.4keep. the#6,_ ruleS.
Visit fromhouse to house, anirgsahek
your propositions for your . riblie eXereises.
.1 4 t is said when the ancients came to litt
St. James his knees `iver,e=ilS lard and'hiir-'-
lone as th9Se of eatael ; lie had'literally
traveled to heaven" on i `hiEi knees: 2 113
rSii,,get your linens harder, and` a ( 11 tliingi3
else will come easier Don't fret at :your,''
appointment; you ought to be more thank.
ful for a poor appointment than a good one.
When you have a good appointment you
are at the top of the hill, and if you move
you must go down. Don't be afraid of
moving; ministers of other denominations
move also. We move in circles easily and
according to law; others move irregularly,
sometimes at sharp angle's and with dill
culty."
THE EFFECTUAL TEACHER.
Our Lord, Jesus Christ, was the Great
Teacher.' Both itt the words - which He spoke,
and in the manner in which He spoke them,
He stands alone among those born of woman,
who have assumed to teach truth and duty
to men. Even His enemies were constrained
to confess: "Never man. spake like this
man. 7
But that is altogether an inadequate view
that regards Him' siinply in the light of a
teacher of truth ; even a',.petfect, infallible
teacher: The mere knowledge of truth might
suffice to make us,holy, if , the sins of man
were, as some maintain, the.mere result, and
not largely the. cause, ef' our ignorance of
Divine truth. But, alas! in this acual hu
man = world tis found thath men m know
their 'duty and do..i't 'not`i know the
truth only to hold it in' -unrighteousness;
may love darkness rather than light, because
their deeds' are evil. What serious -self-ob
servant man does not -feet thattAke needs
something more and deeperothan4ittellectual
apprehensions of 'truth, something more
effective than a : teacher of mere positive
principles? He needs a mighty impulse with
in. He 'feeds tin inward drawing from sin
to holiness, from :earth to heaven. He needs
a''sacred influence 'welling up in his .soul,
that shall work,penitenee_ for sin and a love
for the calm apdpure delights of comnpinion
with 'God, and loving obedience to His will.
Now the Lord Jesus, was a prophet that
supplies this deep, this dying want' of human
'nature. Along with His wort% there went
a: mysterious but blessed powet to work
'results. He . finds 'one sitting at
the receipt of custom, absorbed,' apparently
at least, with the duties and interests of his
publican office. Follow me, says Christ, and
behold he rises up at once, leaves all and
follows,.as though unable to resist the con
straining force of that Divine call. In a
quiet home in Bethany, He sits down to
speak of the Divine Kingdom;that kingdom,
spiritual and holy, that cometh not with ob
servation; and lo ! Mary forgets all her
wonted earthly cares, and hears for her
soul's life. Upon one Jewish dignitary, in
all his prejudices of religion and, pride of
caste, His works and word fell with such re
sistless power; that he 'was constrained to
seek Him out, albeit Under cover of the
night, and learnfrora him the mysteries of
His new kingdom of grace' and truth. His
voice came' over: the heart' of one sinful
Amman with such energy, .as to reclaim her
from a life of deepest shame to a life of
saintly.virtue, in which her love to all, that
was good and pure, and true, was only
'equalled by the depth of her gratitude to
that Great Restorer, whose feet she washed
with her tears, and wiPed with the hairs of
her'head, • - •
One was rich.. It is.probable he had
goyim rich by 'extortion. Obduracy had
kept ; age with the increase of wealth. He
belonged to a deePised class. The degener
ate priesthood shunned him as a sinner. The
Scribes sneered at him, and 'thee stillmore
robes,
Pharisees caught hp their long
robes, lest . they ,should
,touch him on their
way ,to the, synagogue.- But what cared he
for all this.? He was rich, and,, thus inde
pendent, of them. Let these proud hypo
crites sneer or scowl, or curse ; with greater
pride, and more contemptuous malignity, a
sort of compound' interest of scorn, he can
hurl back`their cdmpliments.
What or who shall reach a ease like this?
Christ enters that man's, house, and sits
down at his table. Into his darkened mind,
darkened by ignorance, pride, avarice and
hatred, He pours the truth; and with His
words there is breathed a sacred power, that
at once transforms Zaccheus into, another
man : a transformation thus expresSed by
the grateful penitent—" Behold, 'Lord, the
half of my goods I give to the loodr, and if
I have' taken anything froth ,- any man by
false accusation, I restore founfold." Oh !
was not Christ much • more than a mere
Teacher.? was He not the Divine Restorer,
the Healer ?
And there is in all this application to us.
Where the ministrypf Christ is faithfully
proclaiming 1116"iiintie, ther'els riot only the
proclamation' of 'the: same : blessed truth,
which flowed from the Master's lips on
earth ; `but that :truth-falling upon human
hearts in , dernonsttation of the Spirit and of
power.. The hardened are subdued at His
:feet., The wandering are reclaimed. The
slaves of passion and : prejudice are emanci
`pated; and made
,humble, spiritual, lovely
.andrloving. The impure 'are made holy, and
'Man; fallen and degraded is raised' out of the
'pit,' :and , his =foot placed upon the rock.
Shall, we not) then, all come to , , this Great
Teacher—t,his Divine' Restorer ?: Shall we
not find our life, our rest, our deliverance in
Aim? Blessed are they who p : iare by Him
,taught, not in word only, but in power, in
ChiiiThnzve.-
"Unless it please God to send us some
''one froin Hini, to hultruet,'Us,"Said Socrates
his pupil Alcibiades,' "'do 'not hope ever
tollucceed in reforming the morals of men.
The: 'best , course we can take is to wait pa
eht7y