THE LORD WILL PROVIDE Oliver Heywood was one of the persecuted servants of Christ who lived in the seventeenth century. It is said that, at one time, he was reduced to great straits. His little stock of money was quite exhausted, the family provisions were quite consumed, and Martha, a maid-servant who had been in …
Issue: Issue 8
A GREAT WONDER Mr. Guthrie, an eminent minister in Scotland of olden time, was one evening travelling home very late. Having lost his way on a moor, he laid the reins upon the neck of his horse, and committed himself to the direction of Providence. After long travelling over ditches and fields, the horse brought …
HE BEING DEAD YET SPEAKETH The request to write a review of the recent reprint of John Kershaw’s Autobiography was reluctantly declined by the writer of this article; but he felt able to offer a testimony. Wholly ignorant of the author, and scarcely conversant with the milieu of the Autobiography, the writer is in no …
THE MISDIRECTED LETTER Mr. Bulkley, of Colchester, Connecticut, was famous in his day as a casuist and sage counsellor. A Church in his neighbourhood had fallen into unhappy divisions and contentions, which the members were unable to adjust among themselves. They deputed one of their number to the venerable Bulkley for his services, with a …
A REMARKABLE PRAYER The late Lady Lucy Smith, of Wilford House, of immortal memory, one day during her residence in Scotland, was visiting a poor old woman in her hut, talking to her of spiritual things. It was a cold, wintry day, when a packman opened the door, and asked the old woman to allow …
THE SABBATH “The Sabbath,” said our Lord, “was made for man.” It was made for his good, a day of rest from worldly business, for the special acknowledgment of God, and for the enjoyment of peculiar communion with Him. If the Sabbath was made for man, it was not a Jewish burden. It was for …
HAUD ON, DEARIE! I was travelling in a third-class carriage on the Caledonian Railway, some years ago. when, at a small station in the country, a middle-aged woman, of grave and serious demeanour, and evidently of the humblest class of society, got into my compartment. Giving her a Gospel tract, she read it, and then …
A BLIND GIRL AND HER BIBLE Many years ago, when a student of the University of Geneva, I was accustomed to spend the long summer vacations travelling from village to village in my native France, preaching in the open squares the Kingdom of God, and distributing the Bible to such as would accept it. On …
Words are leaves, deeds are fruits.