"Indeed," said the philosopher, "and you are willing to become Christ's se- curity in dollars and cents?" "I am," said the man, and he gave him his note. He was so earnest that he touched the sceptic's heart, and he was convicted and converted. A few months after that he was taken ill, and it proved to be his last sickness; but before he died he sent for his friend, and as he came to his bedside, he put the note in his hand and said: "Christ has paid it all; there is nothing for you to pay. Take it and destroy it, for no one can ever say that •he has been a loser by faith and obe- dience to Chirst." A Home-Thrust A story is told of an old Fijian chief and an English • earl—an infidel—who visited the islands. The Englishman said to the chief: "You are a great chief, and it is really a pity that you havd been so foolish as to listen to the mis- sionaries, who only want to get rich among you. No one nowadays would believe any more in that old book which is called the Bible; neither do men lis- ten to that story about Jesus Christ; people know better now, and I am only sorry for you that you are so foolish." When he said that, the old chief's eyes flashed, and he answered: "Do you see t h at great stone over there? On that stone we smashed the heads of our vic- tims to death. Do you see that native oven over yonder? In that oven we roasted the human bodies for our great feasts. Now, you! you!—if it had not been for these good missionaries, for that old book, and the great love of Jesus Christ, which has changed us from savages into God's children, you! you would never leave this spot! You have to thank God for the gospel, as other- wise you would be killed and roasted in yonder oven, and we would feast on your body in no time!" Get Right with God Thirteen years ago I was traveling in Texas. I had printed on gummed labels, three-quarters of an inch wide and two and a quarter long in flaming red letters these words, "GET RIGHT WITH GOD." These labels I stuck in every place I visited, viz., street cars, offices, hotels, etc. I had posted them prayerfully. One day when my supply was nearly exhausted, I wondered if they had done any good. I had gone into a room at a hotel with three stran- gers to bathe our faces and hands for dinner. As we were leaving, I stepped back into the room and pasted a label
on the dresser mirror (I tried always to avoid any one seeing me post them, but this time I was caught) as one of the young men stepped back for a package he had left. He took me by the hand and said: "Are you the man who has posted those signs all over Texas?" I answered I had posted a great many. With tears of joy in his eyes he said: "You have saved my life." "Every- where I've been^' said he, "those flam- ing letters were before me and I felt that they were talking to me. I have been a wicked man, but now I'm saved and those words saved me." "No," said I, "God saved you through Jesus-Christ. Those letters were only a reminder." So I was paid for the expense of the labels in that one conversion if not more:— F. B. Brantly. MEDITATION Rev. Dr. Andrew A. Bonar tells of a Christian man in his first parish of Col- lace in Scotland who had "meditated the Bible through three times!" To "meditate" means to "get into the middle of anything." Here into the middle of the thing Martin Luther got when he says he "had shaken every tree in God's garden, and gathered fruit therefrom." Meditation is a lost art today; God help us to restore it in our own prac- tice, and to get into the middle of God's truth, and to keep sucking the sweet- meat of His expressed love all the day! . St. Paul wrote to Timothy that he was to "meditate upon these things; to give himself wholly to t h em ;" and David, in an ecsfacy of soul, cries out, "Oh, how love I Tliy law! It is my medi- tation all the day!" God, by His Holy Spirit, help us to love the law of God, to give ourselves wholly to it, to get into the middle of the garden of God and shake every tree for the fruit upon it; yea, may He help us to more than merely reading the Bible, even to meditating upon it ,and to meditating upon it through. When thus squeezed and pressed, the juice from the inspired Word comes freely, and is right good for the soul when it comes! C. H. SPURGEON'S SERMON A writer in an English magazine re- lates that he was in Mentone, and at- tended worship with C. H. Spurgeon each, morning in the drawing room of the villa of Mrs. Gudson, and for three Sundays heard him preach in the little private chapel in her beautiful grounds. In the last of the three sermons Mr.
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