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pearls, or costly array, but .. with good works ;" “ whose adorning, let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel ; but let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price; for after this manner in the old time holy women adorned themselves.”

Would that the same degree of anxiety and good taste were displayed in adorning the mind, and keeping pure the heart, that is manifested in the adorning of the body. Then would there be more social happiness, greater personal pleasure than falls to the lot of such as waste their substance, mis-spend their time, and fritter away the choicest affections of the heart.

No longer say," I have no time to read,” but resolve that you will devote a portion of each day's leisure to reading and meditating, and ere long you will see the advantage; for “whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.”


fied with his success. The conscience, quieted by the promise of future effort, ceases to give trouble, and the delay, in numberless instances, proves fatal. Immediate decision, followed by immediate action, is the only safety for a burdened soul. The following incident records the spiritual history of thousands :

"Not yet,” said a little boy, as he was busy with his trap and ball; “when I grow older, I will think about my soul.”

The little boy grew to be a young man.

“Not yet," said the young man; “I am now about to enter into trade. When I see my business prosper, then I shall have more time than now."

Business did prosper.

“Not yet,” said the man of business; “my children must have my care. When they are settled in life I shall be better able to attend to religion."

He lived to be a gray-headed old man.

“Not yet,” still he cried; “I shall have nothing else to do but to pray.”

And so he died; he put off to another time what should have been done when a child. He lived without God, and died without hope.

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NOT YET. If the great tempter can only persuade men to postpone attention to personal religion, he is quite satis


The Christian Household.

THE BRIDLE. “ Don't go without a bridle, boys,” Do you suppose we

were all was my grandfather's favourite bit teamsters or horse jockeys? No of advice.

such thing.

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the most important government in the world. It becomes easier every day, if you practice it with steady and resolute will. It is the fountain of excellence. It is the cutting and pruning which makes the noble and vigorous tree of character.


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If he heard one cursing and swearing, or given to too much vain and foolish talk, “ That man has lost his bridle," he would say. Without a bridle, the tongue, though a little member, “boasteth great things.” It is “an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.” Put a bridle on, and it is one of the best servants the body and soul can have. “I will keep my mouth with a bridle,” said King David; and who can do better than follow his example ?

When my grandfather saw a man drinking and carousing, or a boy spending all his money for cakes and candy,“Poor fellow,” he would say, “he's left off his bridle.” The appetite needs reining; let it loose, and it will run to gluttony, drunkenness, and all sorts of disorders. Be sure and keep a bridle on your appetite; don't let it be master. And don't neglect to have one for your passions. They go mad if they get unmanageable, driving you down a blind and headlong course to ruin. Keep the check-rein tight; don't let it slip; hold it steady. Never go without your bridle, boys.

This was the bridle my grandfather meant the bridle of selfgovernment. Parents try to restrain and check their children, and you can generally tell by their behaviour what children have such wise and faithful parents. But parents cannot do everything. And some children have no parents to care for them. Every boy must have his own bridle, and every girl must have hers; they must learn to check and govern themselves. Self-government is the most difficult and

EXAMPLE is a living lesson. The life speaks. Every action has a tongue. Words are but articulated breath. Deeds are the fac-similes of the soul; they proclaim what is within. The child notices the life. It should be in harmony with good

Keen is the vision of youth; every mask is transparent. If a word is thrown into one balance, a deed is thrown into the other. Nothing is more important than that parents should be consistent. A sincere word is never lost; but advice counter to example is always suspected. Both cannot be trueone is false. Example is like statuary. It is sculptured into form. It is reality. The eye dwells up it; the memory recalls it; the imagination broods over it. Its influence enters the soul. Parental example becomes incorporated with the child's understanding. He cannot forget it if he would. If it is good, it blesses; if it is bad, it tyrannizes. The parent may die; his example cannot. Let life, then, be an unblemished picture, a consistent whole.

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couch? Have you ever felt the was so anxious to see the mother touch of fingers that soothed you he had wilfully left. as hers did ? Have you ever felt “ Oh! that's the reason!” he so smooth a pillow as the one she cried in anguish; “I nearly broke pressed gently from your burning her heart, and I can't die in peace. head? Do you remember how she She was a good mother to me-Oh! denied herself rest day after day, so good! She bore everything from and night after night, her eyes her wild boy, and once she said, bright with the feverish longing to "My son, when you come to die, give you ease and alleviate your you will remember all this.' Oh! suffering ? Did that voice ever if I could only see my mother!" sound harsh to you then ? And oh,

He never

saw his mother; he when your head lay on the bosom died with the yearning cry upon from which your own life had come, his lips, as many a man has died and you heard the quick throbs of who slighted the mother who bore her loving heart, and knew every him. The waves roll over him, and one of those precious pulsations his bones whiten at the bottom of beat with love, tenderness, and the


and that dread cry has gone anxiety for you, did not your parched before God, to be registered for lips murmur, “Mother,” with a ever. strange, wild joy, while the cheek, seamed by the rough lines of care,

THE MOTHERLESS. was wet with tears? "If I could THEY are motherless! Oh, gently, only see my mother!”

gently, keep back those bitter Again and again was that yearn- words. Avert that cold, cruel stare. ing cry repeated—“If I could only See you not the quivering of the see my mother!”

grieved lips? Mark you not the The vessel rocked, and the waters,

tearful eyes!

Alas! that sorrow chased by a fresh wind, played a should ever make a child's heart its musical reveille against the side of home! the ship. The sailor, a second They are motherless! Stranger mate, quite youthful, lay in his hands ministering to their daily narrow bed, his eye glazing, his wants; stranger hearts wearying of limbs stiffening, his breath failing. the irksome duty! It was not pleasant to die thus in No fond sweet kiss; no warm this shaking, plunging ship; but embrace! No gentle words of comhe seemed not to mind his bodily fort and love! No soft folding of discomfort-his eye looked far away, little hands in prayer! No mother!

and ever and anon

broke forth thał Missing the low sweet cadence of

grieving cry—“If I could only see my mother!”

An old sailor sat by with a Bible in his hand, from which he had been reading. He bent above the young man, and asked him why he

her voice; missing that tender "good night;" seeking, seeking, seeking, all in vain, that ark for the weary dove-a mother's heart!

Draw the little forms near to your heart!

Pillow the aching

head upon your bosom! Think of your sunny childhood; your mother's earnest love! Her gentle careher patient forbearance--her precious forgiveness. Then, only in kindness—let your hand rest on each honoured little head-only in love reprove that stricken little flock!

Oh, let yours be the hand that shall lead them in the green pas

tures, and by the still waters of the precious Saviour's love! Let yours be the blessed benediction, “Inasmuch as ye have done it to the least of these, ye have done it unto me.” Remember their angels do always behold the face of our Father in heaven. Then, it may be, that a child's hand shall lead you to that heavenly home; a child's hand place the crown upon your head.

Christian Biography.

THE REV. JOHN HORLICK. The late Rev. John Horlick was him a Christian wrought those beborn at Painswick, in the county of nevolent and kindly feelings in his Gloucester, in the year 1778. He soul, by which he was powerfully was the eldest son of Robert and incited to desires of usefulness toElizabeth Horlick, who resided for wards his brethren of mankind. many years in that town, the busi- When he looked around, and beness of his father being that of a held multitudes perishing for lack serge and flannel weaver, It pleased of spiritual knowledge, his spirit God, when he was in the morning was stirred within him, and he of his days, to bring him to a know- earnestly longed to snatch them as ledge of the truth as it is in Jesus. brands from the burning. These The particulars of this great spi- desires were evidently of Divine ritual transformation are unknown, implantation; consequently, He who but it appears to have been gradual inspired them soon opened a way in its operation. One of its first for their fulfilment. manifestations was in offering one The Rev. Cornelius Winter, whose Sabbath morning to lead the devo- memory has been immortalized by tions of his father's family; an the deeply interesting memoir of offer that was at once accepted, it his excellent pupil, the late Rev. being the first time that his relatives W. Jay, of Bath, at this time pastor had heard him engage in prayer.

of the Independent church at Pains“His conversion was sound,” says wick-a man eminent for his achis successor in the pastoral office, quirements, considering the few "for it kept him bound to Jesus in advantages he had enjoyed, and life and death; he was as the yet more eminent for his pietyshining light, that shineth more and was the honoured instrument of more unto the perfect day.'” introducing Mr. Horlick to the

The grace of God which made Christian ministry. For some years


this devoted man of God had been accustomed to receive pious young men into his house, and train them for that important vocation. His life and conversation were so exemplary that there is no doubt that his pupils received as much benefit from these as from the instruction he imparted; in him religion appeared embodied alive, and its influence conld not be otherwise than most beneficial. We cannot be surprised, therefore, that most of the young men whom he instructed proved great blessings to the church of Christ.

Mr. Winter, perceiving that the subject of this memoir, in addition to fervent piety, had some ability for public speaking, received him to the advantages of his academy, that his future life might be devoted to the ministry of the gospel. This was doubtless under the immediate direction of that wise and gracious Providence which guides the movements of all the servants of the Lord. When Mr. Horlick spake of his venerable tutor, it was with the warmest feelings of affection, and he did not hesitate gratefully to acknowledge the benefit he had received from his instructions.

It was the practice of Mr. Winter to send out his students to preach in the neighbouring towns and villages. After a short time John Horlick was despatched by him for this purpose, and his ministrations, even at that early period of his career, proved truly acceptable. In the year 1800 he was sent by his tutor to preach at the Independent chapels at Mitcheldean and Ruardean, in Gloucestershire. After he

had supplied one Lord's day, the people at both these places expressed a desire to have him as their minister, clearly proving that his ministrations, so far as they had enjoyed them, had given them much satisfaction. Having first consulted the good man at whose feet he had sat for instruction, and also some other ministers, and, as there is every reason to believe, looked up to the great Head of the Church for his Divine guidance, he was led to believe that this was a call of Providence, and, in consequence, accepted the cordial invitation that had been sent him; and on June 9th of the following year he was ordained at Ruardean, in the presence of many ministers and a large congregation. The name of his venerable tutor, written with his own hand, appears on the certificate of his ordination; also those of the Rev. Messrs. Jones, of Chalfont, and Thomas, of Carn.

At the time of his settlement, both interests were so small that they could only raise £30 per annum for his support. It required both faith and courage to undertake the charge under such circumstances, particularly as he soon afterwards entered into the marriage relation. About this time the celebrated Rev. Rowland Hill visited the place, and told the young minister that so long as he could get thirty farmers to hear him, and a little brown bread and some skim cheese to eat, he ought not to leave. We can scarcely believe the rev. gentleman to have been quite serious in giving such advice; in all probability, his wellknown facetiousness had got the

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