I am with him and he with me,- Scarcely had she begun to sing it ere Regina rushed from the crowd, and joined in singing it as she used to do when she was a little girl, and then threw herself into her mother's arms. They both wept aloud-for the lost child was found, and the colonel gave the captive to her mother! With what tears did she thank him! But no parents came to claim the other little girl. They had probably been murdered. She clung to Regina, and there was no hand that tried to separate them. The first thing that Regina inquired for was "the Book in which God speaks to us," and it was found she could read the Bible at once. TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW. ONE to-day is better than two to-morrows. This day is thy living day; to-morrow may be thy dying day.-Dyer. SATURDAY NIGHT. A TEXT FOR OUR TEACHER. June 1863. June 6. My help cometh from the Lord.-Ps. cxxi. 2. 13. And it shall be, 1 thou wilt go with us, yea, it shall be, that what goodness the Lord shall do unto us, the same we will do unto thee.-Num. x. 32. 20. Verily, verily, I say unto you, whatsoever ye shall ask the Father in my name, he will give it you.-John xvi. 23. 27. Pray without ceasing.-1 Thess. v. 17. "WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT ?" ESTHER, a poor orange-girl, in a town where the Sabbath is not kept as it is in Scotland, was passing a church. The door was open. These words reached her, spoken by the minister in his sermon, "What is a man profited if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?” (Matt. xvi. 26). The words pierced her conscience. Hungry and barefooted, she had been almost driven desperate to get bread for herself and her poor little brother. Just at that moment a bird at the church door picked up a crumb from a spot where some beggar had been eating his breakfast. It was like another word to her. It brought back a text she once learned in a Sabbath school, "Behold the fowls of the air, for they sow not, neither do they reap nor gather into barns, yet your heavenly Father feedeth them: are ye not much better than they?" "God will take care of me, him," murmured poor Esther. if I only love and trust "How sinful I was even to doubt it! May the Lord forgive me for intending to do what was wrong, and have pity upon me and upon my poor little brother. I will go home and pray for the pardon of my sin." She passed through a narrow street, where there was a small chapel. The bells were silent, and scarce a passenger to be seen. Just at that moment a gentleman brushed past her and entered the chapel. He drew out a book from his pocket as he entered. Esther thought she heard a chinking sound. She looked, and there lay a crimson purse on the doorstep. She lifted it with a trembling hand. No earthly eye was near. Here was another temptation. The devil whispered, "This is an answer to prayer. It will help you and your brother, and the rich man will not miss it." But the words rang in poor Esther's ears, "What will it profit?" She resisted the devil with the sword of the Spirit. seed had fallen into an honest heart. The good She waited outside till the congregation was dismissed. A policeman threatened her, but she watched till the gentleman came out. He angrily looked at her basket, and asked if she was not ashamed of her traffic on the Lord's day. She held out the purse. He took it, walked a few steps, then returned and asked her name and address. Without a word of praise, or a farthing of reward, the poor girl went home to her hunger and her little brother. But God remembered her. Next morning the old gentleman called, and put her in the way of an honest livelihood. Her rags was exchanged for good warm clothes, and she moved to a better lodging. Next Sabbath she was in church, joining in heart and soul, "Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name!" A JUDGE BEARING WITNESS. JUDGE BULLER, when in the company of a young gentleman of sixteen, cautioned him against being led astray by the example or persuasion of others, and said, "If I had listened to the advice of some of those who called themselves my friends when I was young, instead of being a Judge of the King's Bench, 1 should have died long ago a prisoner in the King's Bench." RELIGION WITHOUT FEELING. A RELIGION without feeling must be a religion without faith, without hope, without peace, without comfort, without devotion, without morals, without love to God, or love to mankind.-Dr. Jones. “HE BREATHES.” A LABOURER fell from the top of a building on which he was working, and was taken up insensible. For a time it was supposed he was dead. At length one remarked, "He breathes." It was true that the lungs had begun to perform, in a very feeble manner indeed, their office. His friends were thus encouraged to make renewed efforts for his full resuscitation. There are Christians who fall from their steadfastness, and seem to be dead to all spiritual life. In such those who watch for the slightest indication of spiritual life may see something to encourage effort. They follow the example of him who never quenches the smoking flax. Instead of leaving them to perish, they strive to bring them back to life. "NEVER GIVE IT UP." I SUPPOSE you read much in your Bible; never give it up, my daughter, for this is the Book of books, the comfort of the living and the hope of the dying, and in it is a resource for all kinds of affliction. It is sight to the blind, and gives him to know the true God, and his wondrous mysteries; and this work as a sacred duty is confided to us, that we should carry it forward, and, if necessary, shed the last drop of our blood, which we would do willingly for such a just and holy cause. I am sure the more you read it the more you will like it, for you will understand it better.-Letter from a Spanish Prisoner at Malaga to his daughter. THE POWER OF THE TONGUE. THE tongue is the instrument of the greatest good and greatest evil that is done in the world. — Raleigh. "LET US BE THANKFUL.” EVERT misery that I miss is a new mercy; therefore let us be thankful.-Izaak Walton. |