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th a t you m ight find Christ.” Never letting me go, he walked me over to the mission room and led me to th e a lta r and asked the m inister to pray for his prodigal hoy. “Men, ,think of it, th a t I, a tram p, stood begging my fath e r for ten cents, when for eighteen years he had been looking for me, to give me all he was w o rth .” A testi mony given in one of Dr. J. W ilbur Chapman’s meetings. R epentance Cannot R estore All Things. A young man was going west to seek his fortune. On the way he entered a gambling saloon and was robbed of $1500.00. He begged to be allowed to keep enough to take him back home, bu t was kicked out into the street. He was so h ea rt broken th a t he comm itted suicide. Now suppose th e man who robbed him should repent, could he resto re the young man and carry balm to the fa th e r’s and m o ther’s hearts. No he can never wipe out th e consequences. Forced Repentance. The late P eter Mackenzie was once addressing some farm ers in E ast Anglia, and said, “ Some men are like pigs, they can' never look up un til laid on th e ir backs.” Some men are so sor did th e ir eyes are always down upon e a rth ly things, th a t they cannot be induced to look up or th in k of heavenly things, un til th e Lord, by affliction, lays them on th e ir backs an a they repen t An In d ian ’s Repentance. An Indian once asked a white man to give him some tobacco for his pipe. The man gave him a loose h and fu l from his pocket. The next day the Indian came back and asked for th e white man, “F o r,” said he, “ I found a q u arter of a dollar among the tobacco.” “Why don’t you keep it? ” asked a person stand ing by. “Well, the good man and th e bad man wouldn’t let me sleep till I b rough t it back and now I feel good abou t it,” said th e Indian.
R epentance H as Its Rewards. A young pian ist was giving concerts, th roughou t Germany, for her support. To enhance h er repu tation she adver tised herself as a pupil of th e famous Liszt. In a little town she read on the hotel reg ister the name, M. L'Abbie Liszt. She knew her fraud Would be discovered and she would be ruined. T remblingly she sough t th e presence of th e g reat Master, determ ined to make a clean b reast of it, and cast herself on his mercy. Coming into his room w ith downcast eyes, she k n elt at, the old m an’s feet, and w ith many tears, told h er story, how she had been left an orphan and poor, w ith only h er gift of music by which to suppo rt herself. “Well, well,” said the g reat man, gently raising her up, “ let me h ear one of the pieces you expect to play tomorrow evening.” T remblingly she played and he made the comments. When she had finished he said, “Now my child, I have given you a lesson; you are a pupil of L iszt.” Then he asked, “Are your program s p rin ted .” “No,” she said. “Well, then say th a t you will be assisted by your Master, and th a t the la st piece on the program will be played by th e M. L ’Abbie L iszt.” v. 1. The w ord came to Jo n a h th e second time. God does no t alway« give us a second chance when we refuse the first (Num. 14 :40 -5 ).— Torrey. Jonah had to be sh u t up COMMENT FROM before he would MANY SOURCES show up. Three K. L. B rooks days in a dun geon would be a wholesome dose for many a sh irk ing sain t.— Horton. Man’s indisposition to preach does not rid him of th e obliga tion.— Riley. The punishm ent of dumb lips is often dumbness.— Maclaren. v. 2. P reach un to it. L iterally “ to cry aloud.” Languid whispers will not aw ake sleepers— no t w ith bated b reath as if ashamed of it, nor w ith hesitation
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