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for that. Nevertheless, tears in the eyes of hearers wipe out from a preacher's memory many an old score against hardness, indifference, naughtiness and unbelief. Besides, some writer says, prayer inclines God to show mercy, but tears compel him!-ay, and compel the preacher to weep as fast as any of them. of them. Ambrose was something of the same opinion, when he remarked that an offence which cannot be defended by argument may be concealed by tears. Tears, like rivers, are increased by tributaries; when the tears of a preacher flow with those of his hearers, the freshet has great force to sweep off old stumps and logs and dam-like hindrances, to be seen no more forever; good things these tears! Blessed be God for the Gospel! It is a power among other powers in the universe. Attraction is a power, and so is gravitation, and repulsion, and adhesion; and so is the Gospel; it has all these in itself, in the high and supernatural sense; like them, invisible; and, like all other powers in the universe, it is perfectly adapted to its purpose. It is, so to speak, the counterpart of man; his wants, his longings, and many other mental facts, are all met and supplied in the Gospel. It is as necessary to his well-being as earth, air, fire, water, attraction, gravitation, repulsion, adhesion, sun, moon and stars, and stormy winds. The Gospel is a revealing power, a life-giving power, a light-giving power, a life-saving power, a sinner-awaking power, a soul-converting power, a sanctifying power, a sinner-detecting power, an invisible power, a supernatural power, a specific power, an inspiring power, a plenary power, a conscience-moving power, a conaciously-felt power, a heart-softening power, an overcoming power, a transforming power, a compensating power, a merciful power, a soul-terrifying power, a sinner-restraining power, an available power, a soul-quickening, soul-elevating

power, an eternal power,—it is the power of God! Great bones these and when bone is brought to bone, and sinews and flesh come upon them, and the skin covers them, and embroidered a little with arteries and veins, and breath from heaven is inspired into them, and fire such as Prometheus never stole, it is a formidable power for a sinner to encounter. As Luther observed, it is a sword, a war, a destruction; it falls upon the children of Ephraim, like a lion out of the forest; but mild and benevolent to the penitent and to the believer, as the angel-visitants to Adam and Eve in their unfallen Paradise! So it was yesterday to the crowds who came under its influence. Hallelujah!

One has remarked that some come to hear the Gospel merely for its eloquence; others, as they would attend a concert of music, for mere amusement; others, to cull a few flowers, as they do in a garden, but not to subdue lusts, or to better the heart; others, to feast the fancy, while they starve the soul; others, in search of rouge for the imagination, like a woman who paints her face, while she neglects her health! Yes, and some come to feast the soul "with living bread sent down from heaven," and to drink of the living streams which make glad the city of our God. The weak come to be strengthened, the sad cheered, the sick and wounded to be cured and healed, the dark to be enlightened, the guilty to be pardoned, and the unclean to be purified. These, blessed be God, were not disappointed!

My soul communes with herself to-day, and with God. Thanks to his name for the privilege! She gains strength for fresh battles thus; she recounts her successes, retouches her doings, and lays all the glory at the feet of her risen and present Lord! Well, if eloquence was wanting, the Lord Jesus gave me good, sound, robust, sinner-awakening truth. If flower-seekers and amusement-hunters

were disappointed, food-seekers and profit-seekers were not. Praise Jesus for that fact! Flowers of oratory, "roige for the imagination," as rouge for the face, from safflowers? Nay, but tears, in plenty, to wash off paint, if need be, though I think English ladies don't meddle with rouge much, the climate and out-door exercise supply their color and excellent health, tears, to wash away hypocritical indifference, more common than paint! Tears are tell-tales! "Others go to hear the Gospel as they would to a concert of music." O, but there was melody in the Gospel; the melody of mercy, and it sounded sweetly in the ears of many a drooping penitent. If "the echoing hills and answering firmament" did not reply to it, as to a nation's anthem, scores of stricken consciences did hold sublime communion with its "joyful sound." If it did not, in that glad hour,

"Dissolve their soul in ecstasies,

And bring all heaven before their eyes,"

as some poet remarks, it did dissolve their doubts of mercy, by bringing the compassion and willingness of Jesus to save, and his ability, before their eyes! And then the choir, and the pealing organ, and the glorious voices of a multitude :

"With joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.

"Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he hath felt the same.

"He in the days of feeble flesh

Poured out strong cries and tears,

And in his measure feels afresh
What every member bears.

"He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;

The bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.

"Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In every trying hour!”

What shall I say more? If it did not, as Milton hints, "take the imprisoned soul, and lap it in Elysium," it did lap it in the brightening certainty of a salvation nigh at hand, to be realized in the conversion of ninety souls before the Sabbath closed, and in the sanctification of thirty members, all carefully enrolled, with their places of residence, and mostly appointed to classes, by our indefatigable secretary!

Surely, the Gospel is the power of God unto salvation! Glory be to God for such a Sabbath-day as yesterday! Let all the people praise thee, O Jesus! let all the people praise thee!--Ps. 67: 3. Amen, and Amen! We had a dozen of the Sheffield warriors over, with Brother Unwin at their head; they were flames of fire, and mightily moved the people.



THIS chapter is made up of brief passages intended as replies to such as for various reasons took offence at Mr. Caughey's preaching. They are very abrupt, but very pointed. They are stray They are stray arrows, with sharp heads, and may be useful to the "itching ears" of any congregation.

I would rather be called "impertinent" by man, than "unfaithful" by the Lord. Which is safest, think you? By the way, this revival is the season for the study of human nature. It is with minds as with the fields upon a farm-it is the season, wet or dry, which develops the nature of the soil, and the roots which best flourish there accordingly. When all is quiet, and the Gospel comes in word only, how very good-natured sinners are! The preacher is a very fine fellow,—an agreeable, eloquent gentleman, if you please, of rare talents and learning,— the very preacher for them! How polite and amiable they are! Fine times for church-members, too! Religion is basking in the sunshine of the world. and they share in it. But, let the Gospel come, not in wora only, but in power, and in the Holy Ghost, and with much assurance,- 1 Thess. 1: : 5,-searching the inmost of the soul, flashing the lightnings of eternal truth around the walls of the temple; then are the dispositions and the thoughts of many hearts

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