Lord of hosts is with us! The God of Jacob is our refuge! Selah." Amen! Hallelujah! Now is the battle of Huddersfield to be fought and won!

O for the spirit of that Swiss warrior of which I was reading to-day, in poet's song,-"Victory or death!" Ay, that was his watchword! It fires my soul now. Let anything fire us now, if it lead to Christ and victory, to Gospel arms and to Gospel power.

The Austrian phalanx stood upon usurped soil,- a living wall, a human wood, a forest of armed men, every man a tree, with a spirit within ready to strike death to every soul of yonder patriotic band, who stand up for their right on native soil against the Austrian invaders.

There is a solemn pause, the mark of life and death hanging upon the passing of a word from lips of Austrian commander. The fire of conflict burns, the battle trembles to begin. The words "Forward! charge!" have not been given.

O, poor Switzerland, this is thy hour of trial! God help thee, or thou art undone! Thy children, a hovering band of peasantry, love thee, Switzerland, even to the death, but falter to strike the first blow for Liberty! Behold them, armed, indeed, for the fight, to fight for fatherland, for fathers, mothers, sisters, wives, little ones, for their homes and sanctity of their household hearths; but against wellfed, armed and highly-disciplined troops; besides, at fearful odds in numbers, but against the hated Austrian yoke and tyranny. They, poor souls, have beaten their ploughshares into swords, and their pruning-hooks into spears, and have come out to learn war on the bloody field. They are there at Freedom's call, as Freedom's sons. Their hands grasp the sword as firmly as their hearts a trust in the God of their fathers. They cannot, must not fly,

cannot, must not fall. What is to be done?-die or fight, fight or die. O, Switzerland! gather thy departed spirits around thy hills and mountain-peaks, like yonder mistwreaths, to cheer their sons in battle strife, in this their final struggle for their rights, and lives, and liberties! What are they to do? Must they assail yonder waiting host, "all horrent with projected spears"? Where is the point of assault? Strength is everywhere, and weapons bristling at all points. A gap must be made in yonder blazing hedge of lances. Who is to make it? Has Switzerland, like Rome, a Marcus Curtius, who will plunge into the gulf of destruction, and perish to save his country? Yes, there stands one amid that patriotic band who will do it! Victory, phoenix-like, is preparing to arise out of the ashes of that heroic one, mid battle's blaze! Where is he? Yonder he is, out in bold relief, ruminating, his face all thought, his heart all prayer, his affections now with loved ones at home, next in a blaze of love for his oppressed country,-hatred and death to tyrants in his compressed lips and flashing eyes. Angels protect that poor Swiss, that fearless mountaineer! See! as a bounding hart, as the chamois leaps along Alpine crags, he rushes headlong against yon hedge of spears, with the cry upon his lips, "Make way for LIBERTY!" Ten spears are dashed aside by his impetuosity, the eleventh pierces his heart,— he falls in the breach his valor has opened! His comrades enter it like a thunderbolt, reëchoing his cry, "Make way for Liberty!" Panic seizes the Austrians. "Make way

for Liberty!"-it has the power of an earthquake, as if the voice of God is in it. The Austrians are mown down as they fly in all directions, and Switzerland is free!

All this for love of country, home, and friends, and liberty. What, then, may we not expect from the love of

Jesus, heaven, souls, victory? "Make way for liberty" from sin and Satanic tyranny! Jesus, our great Captain, was the first to enter the breach, where he fell in death, but rose again, conqueror of hell, death and sin, and lives to die no more. "His own arm brought salvation." He is with us now, as with his people in ages past. Millions now in glory once cried upon the earth, in revival conflict, with Jesus at their head, "Make way for Liberty!" and won it. It is our turn now. "Make way for Liberty!" Yes, and the slaves of sin and hell in this town shall soon their liberty receive. Hallelujah! To God and the Lamb Hallelujah! To the Holy Ghost be Hallelujah! Amen.

Forward, then, to the fight of faith! And, as a good brother said, "Be sure you take with you to the fight that great giant LOVE!" Ay, so be it,- Love unspeakable; this war must be led on by Love.

"STRIVE with spirit, soul and mind,

For the mighty mastery;

Fling the scabbard far behind,

'Heaven and Christ' the watchword be."

To God the Father, Son and Holy Ghost, be all the glory!

Let us pray.

CHAPTER V.

THE BEGINNING OF VICTORY.

THE effect of such discourses as the one contained in he preceding chapter is visible in the following passages from Mr. C.'s journal, in which various signs of victory over the -adversaries of the revival are recorded.

December 14th.- Occasional flashes of divine power last night, "laying open the sepulchral recesses of iniquity," as one expresses it, but closing again. "The people had a mind to work."- Neh. 4: 6. There were twenty-five saved, I learn. A good omen.

The Theban general, who marched with an army of six thousand men against an enemy four times his number, was annoyed, on setting out, Rollin tells us, by the prognosticators, who had marked this and that bad omen. But he cut them all short by quoting a verse from Homer to this effect: "There is but one good omen,— to fight for one's country; forward, men!" He marched on and won the victory, and a great one, too, and over Spartans as determined as devils, whose motto was to conquer or die! We have had some sad and bad omens, and not a few to prognosticate upon them. Last night we had good omens, -a general disposition to fight for Jesus with right good will; that is, with the weapons of faith and prayer. "If they are praying against us, they are fighting against

us," said a monarch of old. So the devil understands it! There was good fighting last night, then,-general prayer all over the house of our God. The leaders were flames of fire. The superintendent, the Rev. John Greeves, and his colleagues, Revs. Ryan and Brice, entered into the work with ardor.

The aspect of the congregation is changed, so bright, animated, and determined, and increased. I thought of the general who defeated the Lacedemonians three hundred and seventy-seven years before Christ. He ordered his army to their knees,- rather upon one knee, with spear at rest on the ground, supported by the other knee, and covered with a shield, and in their looks defiance. The enemy charged upon them, were daunted by the unusual appearance, were repulsed and defeated! Thus appeared our spiritual troops last night. Grand sight and inspiring? The servants of the devil came flooding in to see what was the matter, but found something the matter with themselves before they retired. So they have carried out the news, and others will come, and the Lord will make bare his arm. Indifference must die the death. Public attention once fairly and fully awakened, we shall see that enemy no more here. Huddersfield people never do things by the halves, when fairly aroused, either for Christ or Satan.

Afternoon.-A spirit of prayer and power in my soul, with deep humility. It is wise in me to pause and reflect over things lately past. The events of that memorable night I refused to preach have been overruled for good. But remember, my soul, that impatience is a dangerous ROCK in a revival; must guard against it ever hereafter. One is as liable to get upon this rock in the calm of рориlar indifference as in a storm of persecution. A treacherous calm amidst a perilous current is often a greater tax