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2. The oaks reply to the winds among the branches, and roar to the power of the tornado that brings them to the ground. A tornado is wanting, or thunderbolts of truth. The Lord may not be wanting in sending them.
Remember the emblem on the seal, O my soul! A hand, with a pickaxe, digging through a rock, with this 'motto: "Either I will find a way or make it."
God's word is compared to arrows, in the Bible; hard hearts call for hard-pointed arrows,-ay, and a bow with a back of steel! The Lord has promised to strengthen the arms of his messengers; an indication that the bow they are to bend is not a limber one.
There is a great deal said in the Scriptures about the heart; such as blindness of heart, hardness of heart, brokenness of heart; an evil heart of unbelief, a stony heart, a proud heart, a slow heart, and a heart of flesh; a double heart, a froward heart, a clean heart, a pure heart, a liberal heart, an understanding heart, a good and honest heart, without heart, etc. etc. What a Proteus-like thing is the heart! It takes so many shapes and states as to remind one of the devil himself. The heart of man travels to and fro in the Bible, as Satan over the earth. The evidences of its evil presence and evil doings meet one almost on every page of the Bible; it is mentioned, in one form and connection or another, one thousand times! The Bible, like history, is a record of the human heart, and proves that, like its father the devil, it has been wicked throughout all its generations. Every effort for a revival of religion is but an illustration of the great truth. The evil heart meets one like an infernal presence; and proves
that if the devil were dead and buried, it is a devil sufficient of itself to try all the faith, and patience, and strength, of the militant host of God.
Alas, this is a gloomy theme! Some writer says, the heart is the worst part of man before his conversion, and the best afterwards. I believe that, too; and, wicked as it is, Christ greatly desires to have it, as we see in various Scriptures. No wonder, if he died for man, and desires to save him. The heart is the helm; whatever hand grasps the helm steers the ship. It is a mint, and is to the currency of the thoughts, desires and actions, what a national mint is to the currency of the nation. If the mint be base, so will be the currency which proceeds from it. Must lay down the pen. Ah! who can properly estimate the difficulties which lie in the way of a successful ministry?
Six o'clock, P. M.-Returned from a solitary walk. The sky is seen to greater advantage from the bottom of some lone, deep pit, than when one stands above ground. It is something so with one in the depths of humiliations,— when earth fails, and all our plans are futile, and help is expected from heaven only. But night is the time to see the stars,-ay, and the promises, too. Thinking, also, that every true Christian is an anointed one.— 1 John 2: 20, 27. How important to receive such an "unction," and the "anointing" which abideth! But my heart is weak; my feeble knees need to be confirmed, and the sinking hands to be strengthened.— Isa. 35: 3.
I am entertained at the house of Joseph Webb, Esq. What a comfort to have such a sweet and pleasant home! Poor Jonah, outside the walls of Nineveh, had but a fragile gourd to shelter his head; but a worm killed it at the root, and it withered away. Then the vehement east wind had` beat upon the head of the forlorn prophet, till he lost his
temper, perhaps his soul,- for we hear nothing more of him after that angry fit. What, am I, O Lord my God, to have such a home as this, with such a lovely family? It is mercy, all. "He tempers the winds to the shorn lamb;" "stayeth the rough wind in the day of the east wind."
- Isa. 27: 8. Both the human and divine proverb are fulfilled for me in this retired sweet spot,
"Where fireside comforts sit
Past eleven o'clock. My soul is low, heart heavy, great vacancy within; little of God; could enter into deep agony. Matters are worse and worse. The audience smaller than ever to-night, and very heartless. The chapel cheerless as a sepulchre, and badly lighted withal, and full of sullen spiritual death. Felt as if I had no heart to preach, and did not. I prayed and dismissed the people, telling them I feared I had missed my way in coming to Huddersfield at all; that to leave at once might be the best way to redeem my error. O my soul, where art thou? What ails thee? Why art thou cast down within me? Has thy Lord, for the first time, failed thee? Whether this act be weakness, or folly, or wisdom, or of the Lord, it was entirely unpremeditated, but from an impulse, right or wrong. God knoweth. Behold, here I am, O Lord, to repent, or to trust and wait upon thee in the cloud. Things sometimes mend at the worst; break of day is near the darkest hour; man's extremity is often God's opportunity. Be strong, then, my soul,
as the rock of the ocean that stems A thousand wild waves on the shore."
BEAMINGS OF HOPE.
THE following chapter, like the preceding, exhibits the movements of Mr. Caughey's mind, but under more en‹ ɔuraging circumstances. The pious reader will find many useful hints in the quaintly-expressed meditations of our journalist.
Dec. 11. Good news from our spiritual troops! Last night's adventure quite awakened them out of their deceitful dream. Their human confidences,- Jer. 2: 37,their trusts in an arm of flesh, have died the death! My refusing to preach, though in the pulpit, came like a thunder-clap! Such a thing was not thought of, was unheard of. They had fully expected a great revival, and was this to be the end of it? It was quite overruled for good; for though there was the appearance of grief, or impatience, or self-will, or wounded pride and vanity, or precipitation, and some were stumbled and offended, yet the really spiritual part took it to heart, were alarmed, fled to their closets, betook them to prayer! Some prayed part of the night, I understand; others, most of the night, and a few, all night! Praise our God! This will do! The crisis is past!
As to self, last sighs and groans.
night I went to my knees, also, with But, taking up my pocket-Bible, my
eye rested on the old promise given me of the Lord, on first catching a glimpse of England's shores, as we neared the coast from America. This was it.— Isa. 33: 16, 20. O, I remember that moment! Standing on the deck of the steamer, Bible in hand, as England rose out of the waves, I opened it upon that passage, which was sweetly applied to my heart. I felt assured the Lord would be with me in that strange land. It has often been a comfort to me since, when in any trouble. Last night it sweetly soothed me. I closed the book, and believed. It was oil upon the troubled waves within. But soon sorrow and sighing came over me again, like a sea. I laid down,
I arose this morning refreshed, but to groan and sigh and pray.
And now, what shall I say? Is the hand of God in all this? Is the affair between Christ and us? Have the people been trusting in an arm of flesh? And has the arm of flesh been trusting in the people?— Jer. 17: 5. They relying upon my past successes, and hoping for popularity, which came not; and I trusting in their wonted zeal and ability. Then it was right we should be mutually disappointed and humbled together. Farmers sometimes speak of "catching the tail of a shower," have we just caught the tail of that curse? "Thus saith the Lord: Cursed be the man that trusteth in man, and maketh flesh his arm, and whose heart departeth from the Lord!"-Jer. 17: 5. Let us humble ourselves before the Lord, lest the curse come round again as a deprecated shower does sometimes, giving "the head and front" of its offending,