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thee,” Miss Havergal stopped her. “ Called-held-kept-used,” she whispered. “Well, I will just go home on that.” A little lad was out at sea in his father’s boat. A storm arose, and the boat was carried far out. The waves dashed high, yet the child did not seem to care. Someone asked him, “Were you not afraid?” “No,” the reply came; “ why should I be? My father’s at the helm.” Sometimes our Shepherd’s method. A gentleman traveling in the Holy Land saw a shepherd try to lead his flock over a stream. In vain he called to his sheep to follow him through the shallow waters, and again and again he coaxed them on. At last, as a final re sort, he caught a little lamb and took it to the other side. Immediately the mother sheep followed, and then the en tire flock crossed to better pastures and cooler shade. It is sometimes necessary for the Good Shepherd to hear the only child across the stream of death to turn the parents’ hearts that way. Golden Text illustration. A- gentleman traveling in Switzerland talked with a shepherd boy. He spoke of the Good Shepherd giving his life for the sheep. He then repeated, “ The Lord is my Shepherd,” and said to the lad, “ If you can put in that little word ‘my’ you can have all that is in the Psalm.” When they separated the man said, “ Put these words on your fingers. ‘The’ on your little finger and ‘my’ on your forefinger and remember the word on your forefinger.” Years passed by and the man visited that region again and called at the hoy’s cabin home on the mountainside. His mother came to the door and asked if this man was the stranger who told her boy about the Good Shepherd. He assured her he was. Then said she, “ My boy is dead, but when he was dying he said, ‘Mother, if ever that man comes this way, who told me about the Good Shepherd, you tell
Subject illustration—Exalt our Shepherd Lord. •In certain parts of the Alps where the people live scattered about as shep herds, a beautiful and touching custom prevails which softens somewhat the dreary loneliness of LESSON their dreary, soli- CLLUSTRATIONS tary lives. Just as W. H. Pike the sun leaves the valleys and the last rays touch the snow-capped summits, the shepherd whose hut is farthest up the peak takes his Alpine horn and with trumpet voice, cries: “ Praise the Lord!” Instantly all the other shep herds, standing at the threshold of their cabins, repeat, one after another, the same appeal, until the echo re sounds far and wide, from peak to peak, “ Praise thé Lord!” The Shepherd seeks the wandering. A Colorado shepherd tells this story of his dog. One night after supper he told the dog to put the sheep in the cor ral. This she refused to do, but started off over the prairie. He put the sheep in and went to bed. About midnight he was awakened by the barking of the dog. He got up and to his astonish ment found the dog with a hand of about 50 sheep that had strayeé dur ing the day without the herder’s knowl edge. Our Shepherd does not sleep like this one till the wanderers are all in. “ There is an eye that never sleeps Beneath the wings of night; There is an ear that never shuts, When sink the beams of light; There is an arm that never tires, When human strength gives way; There is a love that never fails, When earthly loves decay.” The Shepherd’s care. The last day Miss Havergal was liv ing she asked a friend to read the forty- second chapter of Isaiah to her. When the sixth verse was reached: “ I, the Lord, have called thee in righteousness, and will hold thine hand, and will keep
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