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his net, which he spreads open in as well as you can, and I will try to the street, and sweeps up the poor

take you there." birds, who then find their way to She thought for a moment, and Seven Dials to be painted like then told me the sort of locality she canaries, and sold for a shilling had her lodgings in, and recognizing apiece!

it, I told her I knew where it was, In winter sad spectacles are often

and would take her to her residence. witnessed in the streets at night. We had a mile to go, and when we When in the Girls' Refuge, Blooms

arrived at the door she was profuse bury, I had my attention directed in her thanks. Here, however, I to a little feeble child.

would say,—take care when you act “Where do you think,” said the

the Good Samaritan in this way. matron, “she was found ?”

You may be led into a trap, and “ I don't know.”

repent of your kindness. To young

women who do lose themselves at "Well, you know what a great night I would offer this advice,fall of snow we had last week, and Stand still until the policeman comes one snowy night a gentleman found

along, and get him to direct you ; her in a heap of snow-quite alone."

or, what may be better, ask him to “Have you found her parents or place you in a cab, and to take its friends ?”

number before you start off; then “No: we know nothing about if “cabby” does not treat you well her, and she does not seem able to it will be easy to punish him. tell us where she lived.”

Besides, if he knows his number is So there she was a homeless taken, he will behave well, and conchild in the midst of three millions

vey you home all right. of people.

A grim and dreadful interest used Young women who do not know to surround Newgate Gaol the night London are often exposed to great before a public execution—the more dangers. Having crossed some of so as this was generally a Sunday the Squares at late hours, and re- night. As an open-air preacher to solved upon taking a near cut home, the crowd assembled to witness the I turned down a street near St. awful end of murderers, I had, more Pancras Church, and suddenly came than once, to go and survey the upon a young woman weeping bit-ground and people on the night preterly. Some people were watching vious to the execution. This ret her, but none interfered in any way. vealed to me many shocking scenes In fact, your true Londoner is very of depravity. Drunken men, scoldshy at noticing distressed young ing women, swearing, obscene boys women, especially at night. They and girls, hideous old hags, fierce

familiar with imposture, and hungry thieves, stolid policedodges, and false accusations, that men, and little lost children, were they do not fly to the rescue of every there in hundreds, and the noise distressed damsel. However, I do was like that of a fair. not allow myself to fear danger in This was in Christian England on such matters, and I therefore went a Sabbath night. to her and said :

Up came a butcher's man “What is the matter ?”

thick, greasy, hoarse-voiced wretch “Oh, sir, I have lost my way.”

—who said : “ Where do you live ?”

“Want a window, sir; want a “I am from the country, and do window. You can have that winnot know how to get home.”

dow," pointing to one in a house, She wept aloud.

“for a guinea ; and that one, “Well, come, describe your home pointing to another, "for half a




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Revelations of Life in London.

137 guinea. You can go in now, sir, winter ; how he had taken away the and have what you like to eat and door ; and, finally, how she and her drink, and a pack o' cards to 'muse four children had been sleeping on yourself with till the execution.” the floor when we came in. I did not accept the offer, but It was even so.

When the canpassed on my way through the crowd dle was lighted, I saw that all the of brutal idlers, and so home to furniture had been removed, there snatch a little sleep before going was no door, and some old carpeting forth in the morning to preach the hung 'where the windows had been. everlasting gospel to the mob assem- Four children were asleep on the bled in front of the scaffold.

floor, and in their midst was a place In visiting the poor I have often for the poor mother. been out very late, and witnessed Such scenes abound in London, aspects of society, domestic misery, even when millions of money are and

savage violence, enough to make being spent upon strong drink, the strongest man shudder.

tobacco, dainty dinners, splendid “Will you go, sir,” said one to balls, and opera singers.

“Shall I me, at ten o'clock one night, “ to not visit for these things ? saith the visit a family in distress ?”

Lord: and shall not my soul be “By all means : I will go now.” avenged on such a nation as this ?”

Off we went, down streets, round There are, alas ! many miserable, corners, and round more corners, sinful women in London whose until at length we came to a door hearts and lives are alike defiled. surrounded by a lot of people in- Still many of them are profoundly dulging in gossip. They parted to penitent, and anxious to resume a let us pass up stairs, and up stairs purer and happier existence. Once, we went. It was pitch dark. Up: , at midnight, I found myself with up we went. No light of any kind

No light of any kind eight of them; and thinking that could be seen, nor was any sound perhaps I could best affect them by heard other than the dull noise of reminding them of home, mother, our footsteps. At length we stood and brighter days, I said: on the attic landing, and my guide Did any of

you ever go to a took hold of my hand and led me Sunday school ?” into the room. I could see nothing. All of them had !

“Mrs. Jones, are you at home ?” “You can sing, then, I know. said my guide.

Now what shall we sing ?”. “Yes," replied a voice.

One said: There was a rustle in a corner-a "Come let us join our cheerful songs." footstep—and then the dusky form Another said: of a woman stood near me.

“There is a fountain filled with blood.” "Have you no candle,” I said. And a third said : No, sir, I have not.”

We sing of the realms of the blest." “Take this sixpence," said I to As they spoke I looked at their my guide, “and buy one, and bring poor, painted, haggard faces, and felt

, it here."

nearly choked with emotion. It Off he went, stumbling down the was singing the Lord's song in a dark stairs, and I was left alone in strange land indeed.

Well :

we the attic with the woman, who told sung all the hymns; but, Oh! my me how her husband had been ill; dear reader, may you never see the how the landlord had taken their tears I did. furniture; how he had tried to force Still, as I said, many are anxious them out of the room by removing to .reform. But then, alas! they the windows, and leaving them ex- often seek in vain for a way of posed to the cold winds of frosty escape. One of them sat for twenty

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four hours at the door of a “Home” she went away in despair ; and as in the hope that she might enter she passed into darkness, she covered in and be saved. She wept and her poor face with her hands, and pleaded

cried aloud, saying: “ FOR CHRIST'S SAKE TAKE ME “ God! God! there is no door


to us but hell's.The door could not be opened ; And so she vanished in the dark, there were no empty beds, no funds

dark night. to save a soul from death. At last

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The Scriptures prove themselves in manifold ways to be a divine echo of the human heart as well as a unique revelation of the will of God. Jehovah often interprets, better than we can ourselves, the thoughts, yearnings, and hopes which sway our souls, and His voice finds a response from the profounder depths of our spiritual nature more readily than any other we are privileged to hear. Not only is this the case with the truths He communicates to us, but even in the mode and degree in which some of those truths enter into the structure of the Bible there is a striking resemblance to, in fact an almost perfect transcript of, the experience of men.

The conception of the immortality of the soul crops up in the field of inspiration as it does in that of every day life, now so abruptly as to compel every traveller's gaze, and now so unobtrusively that only practiced and sympathetic eyes can discover it. As the idea is not always, perhaps only occasionally, strongly felt by men, so it is not luminously present on every page of Scripture. But as the shadows of eternity are ever falling on the common scenes of daily duty and daily care, 80 athwart the pages of God's word there are glimmerings of the light of the unseen world.

Doubtless some portions of the book and the life do not immediately betray the presence of the powers of the world to come, but it would be extremely hazardous to de. clare that their influences are absolutely absent from any page of the former or fragment of the latter. For as men living in the very centres of worldliness, in an atmosphere saturated with time and sense, often catch glimpses of eternity, so there may be

seen ensigns and symbols of the invisible world in the biographies of Haman and Mordecai, the scepticism of Ecclesiastes, and the whirlwind of doubts that rushes through the book of Job. The imperious instinct of immortality which persists in asserting that our individual existence is not closed when the curtain falls on the stage of our earthly activity, long ages since urged the Hebrew to a similar anticipation in the wilderness, gave him a joyful song in Zion's temple, and an unfailing solace by the waters of Babylon. Natural religion has always intimated a coming day of retribution. The children of a “locust-eaten past” have ever looked forward to the rich harvest of an allcompensating future. The logic of the conscience has generally conducted men to the belief in a time when the discords of sin will be hushed in the harmonious music of a regenerated world. Suffering and wronged man has learned to project his being into another and rectifying state, and in his dying hours has been sustained by a vivid faith in brighter and never-ending scenes. The

descendants of Abraham enjoyed all the results of such a training, and possessed in addition the special revelation of God.

Hence on the pages of Hebrew literature man is seen fervently desiring the eternal. His soul thirsts for the living, the everliving God. Oppressed with a sense of weakness and weariness, vexed with the vanity of life's intensest struggles, and threatened with the speedy and irresistible approach of death, he seeks a refuge that can never be invaded, a home that outlives all generations, and a portion that continues to satisfy when heart and flesh shall have failed for ever.

T'he Idea of Eternity in Scripture.

139 Everywhere the Old Testament reveals the grave held him with tightening the immortal God. He is the same, grip? No: God took him to be with and His years change not. His being himself. Abram, cheered by promise, abides unaffected amid exhaustless eagerly looked for a city whose founvicissitude. He is the Lord Jehovah dations were firmer than Zion's, and in whom there is everlasting strength. whose builder was God. Job, cast His counsel stands fast for ever and down, but not destroyed, bravely batever, and the thoughts of His heart to tled with hosts of objections, taunts, all generations. His laws know no and insinuations, marshalled by his change. Made with an infinite fore- friends, and victoriously sung of his sight, they embrace the necessary faith in the everlasting Redeemer who adaptations to all the varieties of could not fail him in the latter day. human circumstance, and the exi- Moses, reared in the lap of Egyptian gencies of different ages and climes. plenty, dowered with the riches of On the solid rock of His eternal truth Egyptian learning, flushed with the men anchor in safety and are never bright hopes of an Egyptian Crown, moved. On His infinite purity they boldly casts all aside, preferring thu confidingly gaze, for its glory can care and society of the people of God never be dimmed. From His power because he has respect, not to the they constantly draw, for it is as inex- pleasures of sin, which are but for a haustible as it is gentle and tender. season, but to the recompense of an In the midst of His mercies they dwell enduring reward. Elijah" ascends to full of peace and hope, giving thanks heaven, not as a death-vanquished capwith a glad heart because His mercy tive, but as a living victor in a fireendureth for ever. The God of the chariot of triumph. David drew abunHebrew is always the Eternal and dant comfort from the well of expectaAlmighty Leader of His people.

tion, and sung at once of his Lord's But the idea of God's eternity ascent from the grave, and his own generates in the atmosphere of inspira- satisfaction in conscious resemblance tion, and as by a natural law the con- to God after death. Daniel taught the ception of man's illimitable future. captive Jews that “the wise shall shine Because He lives we shall live also, is as the brightness of the firmament, and an axiom to the Christian conscious- they that turn many to righteousness

The notion, not the fact, of our as the stars for ever." The fact still enduring existence springs in a nature lives in the book of Wisdom. Jesus like ours out of the knowledge of His met with it amongst the current conimmortality. There is a heaven for us ceptions of His day, brought it to the because there is a God, and we have a light of His life and illuminated it, personal subjective eternity of being carried it to its stable throne by His because there is a personal, real, and resurrection; and since then it has eternal Deity. The roots of all life are ruled almost without intermission the in God, and man soon learns to see his faith of the Christian church, and given own immortality clearly when he has an unprecedented dignity and value to seen God's. The book, therefore, that man all over the world. discovers to us the “I am that I am, To say, then, that this fundamental will scarcely be barren concerning the fact of man's spiritual nature is not future of men.

taught in the Old Testament, is to Nor is it. The creation of Adam in commit two mistakes. It confounds, the divine image is the audible whisper in the most glaring way, the definitions of this fundamental fact of man's of a creed with the declarations of spiritual nature, and though the first truth, and dogmatic representation of sin defaces, it does not completely a belief with its existence in and doefface the stamp of eternity impressed minion over the soul. It forgets that on bis brow. The victory of Abel's truths which powerfully affect the faith was not eclipsed by his cruel springs of human action, colouring death, but forthwith proclaimed by thought, controlling emotion and dipæans of angels in a cloudless land. recting will, often fail to put themEnoch walked with God and was not. selves obtrusively forward in the noisy But why? Because death had seized talk of the senate, the market, and the him with relentless grasp ? Because street. Read the more ancient Scrip.



ture in the light of every-day experi- an almost unbroken quiet, so the reveence, and it will be seen that as Nature lations of God and man in Scripture are nowhere formulates her laws, but inces- all cast in the mould of the idea of santly obeys them, moving along with Eternity.




IMAGINE that you are living about 2900 years ago, and walking in a beautiful region where corn-fields and meadows stretch away on every side. You enter a village and meet coming out of it a country boy who is going before a flock of sheep, leading them to the uplands, where they may browse at pleasure. He has what is not usual in that hot climate—a ruddy cheek, telling of fresh air, exercise, and temperance; his eye is clear and openjust the window out of which a truthful soul would love to look; his step is firm and free, as if inspired by strength and courage; and as you pass him he gives you the usual greeting, “Peace !" with a sweetly sounding voice that makes it doubly grateful-so inuch has tone to do with the satisfaction produced by courteous words. Who is he? you ask yourselves as you pass on; and though he is dressed as a peasant lad, you are sure he is a very pleasant one, and would like to know something of his history; and you are soon informed. A villager approaches, and to your inquiry he replies, “Oh, he! Why that is the youngest son of Farmer Jesse, who lives over there : a large farmer, too, having many sheep, and several grown up sons to help him; but this youngest is the favourite with the neighbours. He is a lad worth knowing—80 good, so cheerful, so kind, 80 bold !"

You wonder what bold thing that youngster can have done, and smile at the friendly praise. But, in his turn, the villager pities your ignorance, and wonders in his heart, though he is too well bred to say so, where you can have lived not to have heard that story of which all the country-side has rung a little while ago. “ Bold !-- why yes, when as he was watching his sheep one night a lion and a bear rushed on them and carried off two of the finest of the flock; and he, noble lad! instead of running down to alarm the village,

pursued and killed them both, and saved the torn and bleeding sheep. How he did it he never could explain. He said it was as if, while he pursued the beasts, he was carried forward by a hand he could not see, and was able to strike with a force which the cruel creatures could not stand.” “Did that make him proud ?” “Oh, no; he never had been proud, but he seemed to get more gentle afterwards, as if he felt that God had done it all. The very sheep are fond of him, and the lambs never skip so merrily as when he plays to them upon his pipe." "Is he a musician ?" "And, indeed, he is; yet how he learnt no one knows. It appeared to come to him like nature, as the colour to the grass, and the sweet smell to the flowers after the early rains.” " And does he love societyto mix and talk with the people of the village ?" “ Not so much of that; he is happiest, he says, when he is alone with his sheep, and when he can think as he is piping; and some do say that he has made little songs that are fit to be sung by the priests themselves, they are so lively and so good.” Are not his parents and brothers proud of him ?” “ His brothers do not take very kindly to him, for they are so much older, and look down upon him; but-bless youl—that doesn't disturb him; he is always willing to oblige them; and his father, it is thought, didn't know his worth though he loves him much. But his mother doated on him as her youngest, and from her he learned all he knows and that is more than many Levites--of the history of our people. “And what is it thought he will become when he grows to be a man ?" “Who can say ? but people whisper that if he had been as old as Saul, Samuel might have been sent to make him king instead of the son of Kish. But who knows what's to be? God will do what seemeth Him good.”.

And is this all a dream or fancy

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