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will make hitherto dry eyes like fountains of waters. sooner, perhaps, my own cheeks are wet in crying with the Psalmist, "Rivers of water run down mine eyes, because they keep not thy law," the sooner it may be so with others. The weeping-time is coming, I trust. The wells are filled with earth. Like Isaac's servants, we must dig hard to have the wells opened, in spite of all the Philistines of earth and hell! — Gen. 26: 15-19.

Let me not say, with the poet, "Not to triumph is worse than not to win." Nay, that is selfish! But, triumph or no triumph, let me win souls.- Prov. 11: 30. "He that winneth souls is wise;" wisdom does not always attend a triumph. It is worse not to win than not to triumph; although success in soul-winning has often with me been the prelude to sore temptation. "Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savor of his knowledge by us in every place," said Paul. But he immediately added, speaking of the contrasted effects of their preaching, "To the one we are the savor of death unto death, and to the other of life unto life. And who is sufficient for these things?" Who is he that has not only courage to incur, but ability to cope with, troubles which are sure to follow, from devils and men. He, and he only, it may be presumed, who is called of God, as was Aaron; otherwise he would be utterly cast down and destroyed.

It is well thus privately to count the cost. My eyes look to where the Psalmist did,— to the hills, to the heavenly hills, from whence cometh my help; from thence came my former vigor, in the bygone days of my sanctuary strength.

A poet speaks of the eagle careering in his own course of joy; relying firmly on his own mountain vigor, breast

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ing the storm, defying the red bolts; his eye on the sun, his wing on the wind, swerving not a hair, but bearing onward, right on. Ay, that is it! I would be an eagle, to thus mount up high at God's command; or, to dwell and abide on the ROCK, on the crag of the rock, and the strong place; to behold the prey afar off; where the slain of the Lord are, there to be. Job 39: 27, 30.

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The eagle was an emblem of victory upon ancient banners, and is upon the modern. I would be one of Isaiah's eagles, that wait on the Lord; that renew their strength, mount up on wings, that run without weariness, and walk up and down conflict's field without faintness.- Isaiah 40: 31.

Well, this "noting down" my feelings does me good; it enables me to say, with David, "Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my

fingers to fight;"ay, and the tongue, by and by, as the tongue of a ready writer. David says, the tongue of the wicked is their sword, and that they take good care to whet it. Why may not the tongue of a God-sent preacher be the sword of the Lord? "bathed in Heaven," as Isaiah says. It reacheth unto the soul," echoes Jeremiah. Why, then, may not such an one whet his tongue, also? The pen is a good hone after the word of God and prayer. Isaiah speaks of the tongue of fire devouring the stubble. St. James says, "The tongue is a fire, setteth on fire the course of nature, and is set on fire of hell." Why, then, may not the tongue of a preacher be a fire also? The devil kindles many a bad fire with the human tongue; sets on fire the course of nature" in the tongue-owner, and in others. Why may not God kindle his fires by the tongue, also, and set the devil's kingdom in a blaze? Strange, if Satan can "set the tongue on fire of hell,"


and Christ cannot set it on fire of heaven! How often have I felt the fire of God begin to burn in my soul, when my pen set a going! The pen has converted many a tongue into flame,- set a country on fire, and revolutionized


And now for the conflict in right good earnest, the Law, Calvary, Repentance, Faith, Regeneration, the Witness of the Spirit, Holiness, Perfect Love, the Resurrection, Judgment, Heaven, Hell, in lightning and thundering truth. O, my soul! what themes are these, if thou wert more fully baptized with the Holy Ghost! Come on, ther as thou art! Christ shall endue thee with power From high, when thou art in dreadful conflict.

"Set thyself about it, as the sea

About the earth, lashing it day and night;
And leave the stamp of thine own soul in it,
As thorough as the fossil flower in clay.

The theme shall start and struggle in thy breast,

Like the spirit in its tomb at rising,
Rending the stones, and crying RESURRECTION !"

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PERPLEXED, tried and tempest-tossed, by the apparent impossibility of achieving great success in Huddersfield, Mr. Caughey addressed himself to the task of stimulating his brethren and fellow-laborers to renewed endeavor. How he did this the following curious discourse will best explain. Unique and quaint as it is, we can readily conceive of its effects when delivered with the wonderful unction so peculiar to Mr. Caughey in his best moments. It doubtless fell upon their ears like the thrilling war-cry of some old warrior on the field of battle.

Hearken to my text! 2 Cor. 16: 13.-" Watch ye, stand fast in the faith, quit you like men, be strong."

Men, brethren and fathers, mothers, brother and sisters! Grace be unto you, and peace from God our Father and our Lord Jesus Christ! You have heard the word of command from the Holy Ghost,-"watch ye," &c. It is in a high degree military, as you may perceive; more of this by and by. I want to speak to you of our circumstances, prospects and duties, in the present crisis, on the rough edge of this war for God and souls.

Our late trials have done us all good; have driven us to our knees, to God, in mighty prayer. My own faith is brighter. My heart is warmer and more tender towards God and you,

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and extremely humble withal; the reasons you know very well. If I acted with too much precipitation, or with the appearance of impatience, in refusing to preach on that bleak and dismal night to us all, forgive and forget. I was sorely tried, and pressed out of measure. There was a Let that pass. Perhaps I ought to have preached, perhaps not. The results might not have been so good. may have been of the Lord. We shall know more in a few days. Some of you slept but little or none, but you got what was better,- more of God. You are better pred now to fight the good fight of faith. Your symp S are awakened for perishing sinners. Your hearts


earn for them as never before, and burn for the glory of Christ in their conversion. Praise the Lord! If I caused you sorrow and tears, his love has turned all into joy. Therefore you have suffered damage by me in nothing. Larger incomes of grace are at hand, when you thoroughly use what you have. When Christ sees of the travail of his soul and is satisfied, as Isaiah speaks, then you shall share in his satisfaction; and that will be exceedingly sweet!

My faith brightened in the night of trial, as a star in darkest night. The stars you noticed the other night were all the brighter for the blackness that lay upon the ground below. It was so with my faith, and I am persuaded with yours also.

The darkness that night was like that supernatural darkness which once fell upon Egypt, such as might be felt. -Ex. 10: 21. We all felt it, I more, perhaps, for it was intended, by "the prince of darkness," to drive me from the field, as if my work was done in Huddersfield. But faith grew brighter, as things grew blacker, till stars were not brighter. Melancthon tells us that trouble and perplexity drove him to prayer, and prayer drove away

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