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ing our little home so nice. I find no place like it anywhere, and I get home-sick when I am away about a week.” How many of us have ever paused to value at its true worth the devotion to Christ that kept such a lover of home away from it for months'at a time? The value of the home discipline comes out in a remark Mr. Moor- house made to a friend with whom he was discussing parental responsi bility, when he said: “My Heavenly Father knew what was best for me. He has given me one little paralyzed girl; and she has done more to soften my heart for other poor children and their sorrows than a crowd of healthy ones could ever have done.” “Little Minnie” supplied him with some of his most telling illustrations. Speaking of the promise: “I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of My righteousness,” he said; “I have a little child at home, seven years old, paralyzed from baby hood, who, seeing me with a parcel I wanted to take upstairs, said, ‘I will carry the parcel for you, father.’ ‘How can you carry the parcel, Minnie?’ I asked. ‘Ah,’ replied the child, ‘I will carry the parcel and you will carry me.’ ” H IS PERSONAL LIRE ‘A holy minister is an awful weapon in the hand of God,” wrote Robert Murray McCheyne to his friend Dan. Edwards. Those who knew Henry Moorhouse most intimately b o r e unanimous testimony that he was a holy man. Time and again when many another good man would have been, put out by the way he was treated, he never showed that he no ticed it. When others used his ad dresses—outlines, illustrations and all, he simply smiled and prayed the hard er for God’s blessing upon them. No
‘“ I am perfectly sure. My father gave me that name, and as he hap pened to be Session Clerk (Parish Registrar), I have his own handwrit ing for it, and there can be no mis take.’ “ ‘The quick-witted evangelist, seiz ing the last answer, immediately drew the attention of the young man to the Word, in which the Father has with His own hand engrossed a certi fication of name and sonship, such as may well satisfy every rightly-in structed, veritable child of God. This important point he was able to set in a clear light without confounding, as too many lay-evangelists do, assur ance of personal salvation with faith. Wisely and tenderly did he deal with the timid or dejected believer, who doubts not his Lord but himself. To believe in Christ is one thing; to know that I believe is another and a differ ent thing.” H IS HOME LIFE The dearest place to Henry Moor- house, this side of Heaven, was the home which sheltered the little wo man who had loved him and prayed for him in his wild, unregenerate days, and his only child—his little crippled daughter Mary. No matter who among earth’s great ones were gladly entertaining him as a beloved guest (and there were many who did so), his heart turned longingly toward the modest little house in that suburb of Manchester. In one of his letters to his wife he wrote; “I do not for get the days, long since past and gone, when you, and you almost alone, tried to win me from a life of sin to Christ. And if the Lord has put honor upon me in making me a servant of His, I feel glad, darling, because I have you to share it with me. I am just longing to be back with you, love; you spoiled me for long trips by mak
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