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Thumbscrew , Martyr-fire and Bible- burning! She stands today, moreover, as th e G reat Sorceress of th e peoples of th e earth upon whom she casts h er Evil Eye. T hank God, th ere is tim e to awake out of sleep and labor for the Master e’er th e MIDNIGHT CRY goes forth, and pluck those whose eyes look w istfully tow ards Rome and her H ar lotries and Death, from th e fire of God’s ju st w rath as brands from the burning. To all we would say again and again w ith increasing vigor and emphasis, “ TO THE DAW AND TO THE TESTI MONY: IF THEY SPEAK NOT AC CORDING TO THIS WORD, IT IS BE CAUSE THERE IS NO EIGHT IN THEM.” 'és> a? THE HEART F IRES Robert Murray McCheyne died at twen ty-nine, but all Scotland felt th e warmth of his radiant life. Some years ago a man went to Dundee, where McCheyne had lived and preached. On arriving at the manse, th e traveler knocked at the door, and the same sexton who had served during McCheyne’s pastorate opened the door. The traveler was led by th e sexton into McCheyne’s study, where his books were still on th e tablé. “Sit down, here,” said the sexton, tak ing him up to the chair in which Mc Cheyne worked. “Now put your elbows down on the table,” and he put his elbows down. “Now put your face down in your hands,” and he put his face in his hands. “Now,” he continued, “let the tears fall. That was the way my pastor used to do.” Then th e trav eler was taken into the church and up into the pulpit where Mc Cheyne had preached, and the sexton said: “P ut your elbows down on the pulpit,’ and he put his elbows down. “Now put your face in your hands,” and he put his face in his hands. “Now,” said the old sexton, “let the tears fall. T h at was the way the pastor used to do.”
No wonder Dundee was stirred! No marvel th a t Scotland was moved! Was not th a t the way my Master used to do? Did He not let the tears fall over Jeru salem? McCheyne kept the h eart fires burning—they were never banked. Our Lord’s enemies tried to stamp opt the fire on Calvary. As they stamped on it they spread it. Pentecost came. Pentecost con tinues. Pentecost conquers. No tongues of fire on our heads—the fires must burn in our hearts! We must keep the h eart fires burning.—-Henderson. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? If a bell were hung _ high in heaven, which the angels swung whenever a man was lost, how incessantly would it toll in days of prosperity for men gone down, for honor lost, for in te g rity lost, and for manhood lost, beyond recall! and what have you done about it?— Beecher? HOW MANY WORDS FOR CHRIST? Perhaps it will not be an extravagant estimate to suppose th a t all are engaged in conversation, on an average, five hours a day. In a public address, an ordinary speaker proceeds a t the ra te of about fif teen octavo pages an hour. It is safe for us to adopt th a t rate in estimating con versation. We have, then, on an average, five hours’ conversation a day, proceeding a t the rate of fifteen pages an hour. This makes a volume of five hundred and twenty-five pages a week. In threescore years and ten, th e conversational aggre gate would amount to a library containing the very respectable number of three thousand six hundred and forty volumes octavo. How much of it is about the Lord Jesus Christ?—Dr. J. T. Crane. THE ALL-IMPORTANT THING It is not great talents th a t God blesses so much as great likeness to Jesus. A holy m inister is an awful weapon in the hand of God.—M’Cheyne.
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