heaven amongst men whereby we can be saved." The poor man then cried out, "I see I have been deceived, and that nothing that man can do will save him." From that moment the prayer of the Philippian jailer was his prayer. "What shall I do to be saved ?" was his constant and earnest petition.

Soon after the conversation already recorded, the writer visited him, and never will that interview be forgotten as long as reason remains. On entering the room where the young man lay, I saw that his time was short; I said, "My young friend, do you know me?" "Oh, yes, Sir." I said, "You are fast hastening to the house appointed for all living." "I feel I am, Sir." "Are you prepared to die?" He said, "I am not; I have no hope, I am such a sinner." "Then," said I, "you are one of the very sinners Christ came to save. Great was the love of God to us, to give his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth on Him should not perish, but have eternal life. Cannot you lay hold on this Christ? Cannot you trust in this love?" I then directed him to look by faith to the cross, and pointed him to those who by faith and patience are now inheriting the promises. All the time, his eyes were fixed on me with such earnestness, that I was obliged to turn from him. After commending him to God by prayer, for which he seemed thankful, I left him.

A few days afterwards, on entering the room, his countenance bespoke the peaceful state of his mind. I said, "Are you better as to the state of your mind?" He said, "Yes, I am more peaceful and happy.” “What has given you that peace?" "Why, I feel and hope that Christ will receive me. Oh, how I wish I was with Jesus!" "Are you afraid to die now ?" "I cannot say the fear is entirely gone; I wish I was with Jesus." I afterwards spoke to him on the sufferings of Christ. I said, "His suffering was greater than yours, though you seem to suffer much." He then fixed his eyes on the wall, as if in deep meditation, for two or three minutes, and then closed them, and said, "His suffering was great indeed." I said, "Are you resting all your hopes on what He has accomplished ?" "Yes, all.” “I hope you will find Jesus a sweet support." "Yes, I do, I wish I was with Him."

On the following Sunday, two hours before he died, I called on him with a young friend of his, once a companion in sin and folly, but now a believer in Jesus. We found him almost past speaking; but what he did say, gave evidence that his mind was steadily fixed on the Rock of Salvation. I read to him part of the 14th chap. of John, and part of the 8th of Romans, with which he seemed pleased. And I said, pointing to my young friend, "He will pray with you," on which he looked earnestly at him, and said, "Do," after which we took our leave of him until the morning of the resurrection.

Reader, what is your hope for eternity? Remember, "There is none other name given among men whereby we can be saved, but that

of Jesus Christ." No merits of your own can save you,-ministers cannot save you,-sacraments cannot save you,—

"None but Jesus, none but Jesus,

Can do helpless sinners good."

May the Spirit of God enable you to build on the Rock of Ages, and to seek now that hope which will make you happy in life, peaceful in death, and triumphant throughout eternity.

S. W.

GIVE UP ALL FOR CHRIST.

When our Saviour was on earth, he was acosted by a young man, who asked him, “Good Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?" He was young, he was amiable, he was a ruler of the people; but still his uneasy conscience told him that all was not well with him. Jesus turned to the amiable man, and said, "One thing thou lackest; sell all that thou hast, and come and follow me, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven." The young man was not prepared for this. He wished to save his soul; but when he lifted up his eyes, and looked out upon the rich possession that lay stretched before him, and then thought of the unseen treasures of which he had only the promise, and which were to be reached through a life of trial and privation, he hesitated. "Do I love this Jesus or my possessions most?" we may imagine him to have reasoned with himself. "Can I give them all up for Christ ?" He hesitated. The allurements of the world were too strong for him. He turned, and went away sorrowful. And when in the awful day of final retribution, the rejected Saviour shall spurn such as he was from his presence for ever, we fear that the young ruler will "go away sorrowful" once more.

In the town of S-, I knew a man many years ago, who was eminent for his financial abilities, but remarkable also for his greediness for gain. He was an usurer and a miser. He had amassed nearly all his immense fortune by taking advantage of the necessities of his neighbours. During the progress of a powerful revival in the town where he resided, Mr. M- was brought to concern and prayer. He even prayed before his family; and the whole town were amazed, when it ran from mouth to mouth that the aged usurer had been seen in an enquiry meeting.

The pastor of the church pointed out to him his besetting sin, and told him that unless he could give up the unjust and illegal practices of which he had been guilty, he would grieve away the Spirit, and destroy his soul.

Within a few days he was waited on by a neighbour, who urged him to engage in a pecuniary speculation, which would bring him in large but unlawful gains. His wife pleaded with him to refuse the temptation. He hesitated like the young ruler. But the allurement was too

strong; the transaction was agreed to, and the Spirit of God immediately left him! That very night he refused to pray, and relapsed immediately into the most shocking profanity and contempt for holy things. The aged scoffer still lingers, ripening, we fear, for an awful perdition.

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A lawyer in I was brought under deep conviction of sin. He was in great mental distress, and was urged to embrace the Saviour at An election was approaching, in which he was to be a prominent candidate. When his pious friends conversed with him, he answered, "I know that I have a more important election to secure than that for which I am candidate here. When the political canvass is over, I will secure the salvation of my soul." He was warned that he was grieving the Holy Spirit, but he remained resolute. The canvass ended. He was defeated; and under the influence of shame and remorse, he plunged into intoxication, and became a wretched sot!

If these sad incidents should meet the eye of any enquirer who is hesitating between Christ and the world, between the Saviour of sinners and sensual pleasure, or avarice, or ambition, let me solemnly exhort them to hesitate no longer. Give up all for Christ. Cry unto God for strength to make thee surrender, and withstand the temptation, lest a fate as disastrous as those we have been reviewing, be yours.-Presbyterian Treasury.

THE SELF-DOOMED.

Not many years since an eminent London clergyman observed, among his regular auditors, a young man whose appearance excited in him an unwonted interest. He took pains to learn the young stranger's history, and found that he was the son of pious parents, and had been trained to respect the ordinances of religion. A devout mother had added to her prayers for his salvation the frequent precept, "My son, if sinners entice thee, consent thou not."

At length the young man was missed from his accustomed place in the sanctuary. The watchful eye of the pastor sought for him in vain. He had met with a company of witty and engaging sceptics, who had persuaded him to abandon the house of God for the more "manly" entertainments of their infidel club-room, where the ribaldries of Paine were rendered more palatable by the lively jest and the exhilarating glass. His conscience stung him, but their merry laugh soon drowned the troublesome remonstrance. He proved an apt scholar in the ways of sin. His Sabbath instructions soon prepared him for the haunts of revelry, and those chambers which lie hard by the doors of hell. A short career of reckless dissipation did its work of ruin on his slight and delicate frame.

His former pastor, who had well-nigh forgotten him, was one day

surprised by an invitation to visit the unhappy youth on a dying bed. He found him sinking rapidly, and sinking without hope. As the man of God approached the bedside, the young man hid his face in the clothes, and refused to speak to him. Finding it impossible to draw a word from the wretched victim of remorse, who was just about entering eternity in such a state of sullen despair, the pastor offered a fervent prayer and turned away. He reached the door. His hand was on the latch, when the young man suddenly rose in the bed, and beckoned him to return. He went back and leaned his head over the bed to receive the message. The young man threw his arms about him, and drawing his head close to his own lips, whispered in convulsive accents "I'M DAMNED!" and then sank back silent upon his pillow. The heart-wrung pastor pleaded with him, but in vain. Having pronounced his own awful doom, his lips refused to speak again; aud, before the clock struck the hour of midnight, his unhappy soul was in another world!

Young man! as you read the appalling narrative of that poor profligate's wretched doom, you may be reading your own. His history may be yours. If your feet have forsaken the house of God,if you have been seen in the seat of the scorner,-if you have returned home at the midnight hour from the card-table, or the drinking circle, you have good cause to tremble. Persist in your course of self-destruction, and you may meet that young man in the world of despair. Partners in misery, you may to all eternity curse yourselves as the authors of your own ruin.-Christian Treasury.

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WHAT ALL MUST EXPECT.-Manhood will come, and old age will come, and the dying bed will come, and the very last look you shall ever cast on your acquaintances will come, and the agony of the parting breath will come, and the time when you are stretched a lifeless corpse before the eyes of weeping relatives will come, and the coffin that is to enclose you will come, and that hour when the company assemble to carry you to the churchyard will come, and that minute when you are put into the grave will come, and the throwing in of the loose earth into the narrow house where you are laid, and the spreading of the green sod over it-all, all will come on every living creature who now hears me; and in a few little years, the minister who now speaks, and the people who now listen, will be carried to their long homes, and make room for another generation. Now all this, you know, must and will happen-your common sense and common experience serve to convince you of it. Perhaps it may have been little thought of in the days of careless, and thoughtless,

and thankless unconcern which you have spent hitherto; but I call upon you to think of it now, to lay it seriously to heart, and no longer to trifle and delay when the high matters of death, and judgment, and eternity are thus set so evidently before you. And the tidings wherewith I am charged-and the blood lieth upon your own head, and not upon mine, if you will not listen to them—the object of my coming amongst you is to let you know what more things are to come: it is to carry you beyond the regions of sight and of sense, to the regions of faith, and to assure you, in the name of Him who cannot lie, that as sure as the hour of laying the body in the grave comes, so surely will also come the hour of the spirit returning to the God who gave it. Yes, and the day of final reckoning will come, and the appearance of the Son of God in heaven, and his mighty angels around him, will come, and the opening of the books will come, and the standing of the men of all generations before the judgment-seat will come, and the solemn passing of that sentence which is to fix you for eternity will come.-Dr. Chalmers.

"YET THERE IS ROOM."-"All things are now ready; come unto the marriage." And why should not all comply? Why should any exclude themselves? Let every one resolve for himself, "For my part, I will not make myself that horrid exception." Will you, as it were, shut the door of heaven against yourself with your own hand? I once more assure you, that there is yet room, room for all. There are Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, and the patriarchs, and yet there is There are many from the east and from the west, from the north and from the south, and yet there is room. There are perse

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cuting Manasseh and Paul; there are Mary Magdalene, the demoniac, and Zacheus, the publican; and yet there is room. There is the once incestuous and excommunicated but afterwards penitent Corinthian, "washed, sanctified, justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God;" and there may you also be, though vile as they, if, with them, you come in at the call of the gospel; for yet there is room. "There is," says St. John (Rev. vii. 9), "a great multitude, which no man can number, out of every kindred, and tongue, and nation;" multitudes from Europe, Asia, Africa, and America, and yet there is room. By the consideration of your own extreme, perishing necessity; by the consideration of the freeness, the fulness, and sufficiency of the blessings offered; by the dread authority, by the mercy and love of the God that made you, and who is your constant benefactor; by the meekness and gentleness of Christ; by the labours and toils of his life; by the agonies of his death; by his repeated injunctions, and by his melting invitations; by the operation of the Holy Spirit upon your hearts, and by the warnings of your own consciences; by the eternal joys of heaven, and the eternal pains of hell; by these considerations, and by every thing sacred and dear to you, I exhort, I entreat, I charge, I would compel you to come in.-President Davies.