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BURN YOUR NETS. Two years ago there lived in the village of Swicked man. His lips were full of oaths and cursing, his passionate temper was the misery of his family, while his understood occupation was that of a poacher.
Some eighteen months ago, the sexton of the parish being ill, this man was employed to dig a grave. It was that of a young lady, cut off suddenly, though not unprepared. Often bad she spoken to this man of his sins, and of the sinner's Friend; often had she longed and prayed that the hearts of many in that village might be touched by the Spirit's power. Whilst digging the grave, the thought crossed his mind, "She is safe, I know; but what am I? If my grave were being dug this day, where should I be-in heaven or in hell ?"
The thought which came to him thus suddenly, was a nail in a sure place; the man could not escape from it; and a dangerous illness which followed, made him feel still more his sin and danger. Nothing, for a time, could give him confort. He feared his sins were beyond pardon. Could such a one as he ever be saved ? By-and-by the light dawned. The promise, “Him that cometh to me I will in nowise cast out,” brought him in faith to Jesus; and now his very look told of the peace he had found.
For a time his life hung in the balance; but in answer to prayer, God restored him to bealth, that he might bear witness, by a new life, to the grace which had found him. His former practices he can no longer follow. He becomes an epistle, read and known of all men. Morning and evening he has prayer in his family. He loves the public means of grace, and is now a regular communicant. The change in his home, too, is very apparent, His children are sent regularly to school; his wife attends church, and declares that she has now a happy home.
One incident deserves special mention. As a poacher, he had nets worth some thirty shillings. What should he do with them ? Should he sell them to any of his companions? He resolved not to do this, lest others should use them as he had done. Though but a poor man, with seven children dependent upon him, he burned the nets which had been the instruments of his unlawful gains.
Reader, learn this lesson from this simple but true story :
Sin forgiven, will be sin forsaken. The saved sinner hates and forsakes his old sins. This man lived a new life-put away former sins-even burned the nets which before he had used. If you profess to have found mercy, do you sbow it in the same way? Are old sins loved or hated-cherished or forsaken? “ Every one that hatb this hope in him” (that is, in Christ) purifieth him. self, even as he" (that is, Christ) " is pure.” O reader ! be sure that you burn your nets! That darling lust, cast it away, and for ever. - British Messenger.
“ CHRISTIANS might avoid much trouble and inconvenience,” says Dr. Payson," if they would only believe what they profess—that God is able to make them happy without anything else. They imagine if such a dear friend were to die, or such and such blessings to be removed, they should be miserable, whereas God can make them a thousand times happier without them. To men. tion my own case, God has been depriving me of one blessing after another, but as every one was removed, he has come in and filled up its place; and now when I am a cripple, and not able to move, I am happier than ever I was in my life before, or ever expected to be; and if I had believed this twenty years ago, I might have been spared much anxiety.”
THE BEST RULE FOR DRESS.
A LADY asked the Rev. John Newton what was the best rule for female dress and behaviour. “Madam,” said be, so dress and so conduct yourself that persons who have been in your company shall not recollect what you
This will generally be the case where singu, larity of dress is avoided, and where intelligence of mind apıl gentleness of manners are cultivated.
"I LONG TO SEE THE SUN." TAERE are salt mines in Germany, deep under the ground. The miners there have their families with them; and sometimes it happens that their little chil. dren, having been born there, never see the light of day. By the feeble light of the miner's lamp, they see such objects as a salt mine furnishes. On one occasion a boy, who had been from his birth in these deep caverns, was visited by a traveller, who began to talk of what he had seen and enjoyed under the warmth ard rays of the sun, describing the sky, and the fields, and the rivers, and a great many other things presented to the view of those who live above ground, where the sun shines.
The boy pointed the traveller to the arched galleries made of mineral salt, and to their dazzling splendour, from which the light of a thousand lamps was reflected, and asked if that was not a scene as brilliant as he could wish to see. The traveller tapped him on the shoulder, and told him that the gloomiest day above ground was brighter far than the most brilliant light that ever met his eyes in that deep mine; and again told him of the sun in the heavens.
From that hour the boy's thoughts ran in a new channel. His former enjoyments grew. wearisome, and he began to look upon the mine as no better than a prison. His lamps, and their bright lustre reflected from transparent salt columns, lost all attraction. I long to see the sun, was the burden of his prayer. When bis mother asked if anything was the matter, he would reply, I long to see the sun. Nor would he rest till his eyes beheld what he longed for—the sun.
Dear young people, this is just what the soul feels when told from above of something better than the glittering lustre of this earth, which is grand and attractive only
to those who never have known anything better or more glorious ! Like that traveller I come to you, and find you down in the dark minês of sin and death, and tell you of the Christian Sun, the Sun of Righteousness, that is shining about the path of all God's people; and tell you of its warmth, its light, and its beauty. It is a far brighter Sun than that which shines in our heavens. Oh that you, like the little boy, may never rest satisfied until you have seen this Sun, telt his warmth and love, and rested in his light !
MISSION ARY NOTES,
Thy Kingdom Come."
Madagascar-The Kindness of the King. The kindness of the king is unabated, and he has formally made over, by written documents, signed with his own hand, to the Native Protestant Christians and Missionaries connected with the London Missionory Society, the several sites for the Memorial Churches, and also different buildings for a Chief School, Hospital, Printing Office, &c., the claims of individuals, which were very reasonable, for their interest in these buildings, having been equitably discharged by Mr. Ellis on behalf of the society.
Hindu Women at Bangalore. N- and D-, two Hindu women, came to our house to-day. Leaving N- with Lydia, I took D- into my little room, and told her this was my private room where I read God's book and sought him in prayer. She said, " Your house is altogether delightful. “Yes," I said, "God has given me every good thing ;” and then I particularized my temporal mercies, and especially dwelt upon my greater spiritual ones, viz. :-the hlessedness of sin being forgiven, of reconciliation to God, and of a happy future in prospect. She listened with interest, and I