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HASH’S- Destructive Power of.

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incident: — “A soldier rushed
that one of his comrades w;
by, and nobody could attempt

the dense weeds which covered the surface. On repairing the spot, we found the poor fellow in his last struggle, manfully attempting to extricate himself from the meshes of ropelike grass that encircled his body; hut, to all appearance, the more he laboured to escape, the more firmly they became

[ndia relates the following

o the tent, to inform me

drowning in a pond close

him in consequence of

coiled round his limbs. At last he sank, and the floating plants closed in, and left not a trace of the disaster. After some delay, a raft was made, and we put off to the spot, and sinking a pole some twelve feet, a native dived, holding on by the stake, and brought the body to the surface. I shall never forget the expression of the dead man’s face — the clenched teeth, and fearful distortion of the countenance, while coils of long trailing weeds clung round his body and limbs, the muscles of which stood out stiff and rigid, whilst his hands grasped thick masse?, shoivitij;- how bnivdy he had struggled

This heart-rending picture is a terribly accurate representation of a man with a conscience alarmed by remorse, struggling with his sinful habits, but finding them too strong for him. Divine grace can save the wretch from his unhappy condition, but if he be destitute of that, his remorseful agonies will but make him more hopelessly the slave of his passions. Laocoon, in vain endeavouring to tear off the serpents’ coils from himself and children, aptly portrays the long-enslaved sinner contending with sin in his own strength. “Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his

HAPPINESS OF BE1IEVEES,

One of my hearers had seven children, who had come in rapid succession; he was hard-working and well spoken of. His children were all asleep when I went in, and as I expressed the pleasure the sight of their peaceful little faces gave me, the father said, “Ay, these are fine times for (hem; they need not to take any thought for themselves.” On the Sunday the man was in church. I dwelt much upon the happy state of children, exempt from care as they were, and went on to say that believers were the children of God, that the Lord had commanded them to be careful for nothing, and promised that he would care for them. The man understood me, and

it evidently pleased him to hear his expression repeated from the pulpit. — Buchsel.

HEAD — Chriit.

Everv one knows that it would be far better to lose our feet than our head. Adam had feet to stand with, but we have lost them by his disobedience; yet glory be to God, we have found a Head, in whom we abide eternally secure, a Head which we shall never lose.

HEAEEHS.

Jedediah Buxton 1, the famous peasant, who could multiply nine figures by nine in his head, was once taken to see Garrick act. When he went back to his own village, he .was asked what he thought of the great actor and his doings. “Oh!” he said, “he did not know, he had only seen a little man strut about the stage, and repeat 7,956 words.” Here was a want of the ability to appreciate what he saw, and the exercise of the reigning faculty to the exclusion of every other. Similarly our hearers, if destitute of the spiritual powers by which the gospel is discerned, fix their thoughts on our words, tones, gestures, or countena: 1 .:.^. and make remarks upon us which from a spiritual point of view are utterly absurd. How futile arc our endeavours without the Holy Spirit

HEARING.

“I HAVE an ear far other preachers,” Sir John Cheke used to say, “but I have a heart for Latimer.” Here is a very clear and main distinction. Too often men hear the Word sounding its drums and trumpets outside their walls, and they are filled with admiration of the martial music, but their city gates are fast closed and vigilantly guarded, so that the truth has no admittance, but only the sound of it. Would to God we knew how to reach men’s affections, for the heart is the target we aim at, and unless we hit it we miss altogether,

HE A.RING- C arclo ssly.

We crossed and recrossed the river several times by the ferry-boat at Basle. We had no object in the world but merely amusement and curiosity, to watch the simple machinery by which the same current is made to drift the boat in. opposite directions from side to side. To other passengers it was a business, to us a sport. Our hearers use our ministry in much the same manner when they come to it out of the idlest curiosity, and listen to us as a means of spending a pleasant hour. That which should ferry them across to a better state of soul, they use as a mere pleasure-boat, to sail up and down in, making no progress after years of hearing. Alas! it may be sport to them, but it is death to us, because we know it will ere long be death

HEAMNCt — for Others.

The negro preachers arc often marked by great shrewdness and mother wit; and will not only point the truth, but barb it, so that if once in it will stick fast. One of these was once descanting with much earnestness on different ways in which men lose their souls. Under one head of remark, he said that men often lose their souls through generosity. “What!” he exclaimed, “you tell me you; heard of that before? You say, ministers often tell t lose our souls for our stinginess, and for being c but who ever heard of a man that hurt himself by going too far t’other way? I tell you how they do it. They sit down under the sermon, and when the preacher touch upon this sin or that sin, they no-take it to themselves, but give this part of the sermon to one brother, and that part to another brother. And so they give away the whole sermon, and it do them no good. And that’s the way they lose their souls by being too generous.”

There is great truth in this remark. The want of a selfapplying conscience causes much of the best of preaching to fall like rain upon a rock, from which it soon runs off; or if a little is caught in a hollow, it only stagnates, and then dries away, leaving no blessing behind. A sermon, however true and forcible, thus disposed of, d’-ws no ^ood to those among whom it is so silently distributed, while it leaves him who squanders its treasures to perish at last in the poverty and emptiness of his soul.

HE ARIHG — Useless Alone.

What a mistake to imagine that, by hearing first one preacher and then another, we can derive benefit to our souls! More is wanted than such hearing. A raven may fly from cage to cage, but it is not thereby changed into a dove. Go from room to room of the royal feast, and the sight of the tabic 5 will never s’axy Cr.y Irmger. Reader, the main thing is to have and hold the truth personally and inwardly; if this be not seen to, thou wilt die in thy sins, though ten thousand voices should direct thee to the way of salvation. Pity indeed is it that the bulk of hearers are hearers only, and are no more likely to go to heaven than the seats they sit on in the assembly of the saints.

HEART-its Aberrations,’

The compass on board an iron vessel is very subject to aberrations; yet, for all that, its evident desire is to be true to the pole. True hearts in this wicked world, and in this fleshly body, are all too apt to swerve, but they stilt show their inward and persistent tendency to point towards heaven and God. On board iron vessels it is a common thing to see a compass placed aloft, to be as much away from the cause of aberration as possible: a wise hint to us to elevate our affections and desires; the nearer to God the less swayed by worldly influences.

HEART (Broken) — its Prevalence with God.

What man among you can stand against his children’s :ears? When. King Henry II., in the ages gone by, was provoked to lake up arms against his ungrateful and rebellious son, he besieged him in one of the French towns, and the son being near to death, desired to see his father, and confess his wrong-doing; but the stern old sire refused to look the rebel in the face. The young man being sorely troubled in his conscience, said to those about him, “I am dying, take me from my bed, and let me lie in sackcloth and ashes, in token of my sorrow for my ingratitude to my father.” Thus he died, and when the tidings came to the old man outside the wills, that his boy had died in ashes, repentant for his rebellion, he threw himself upon the earth, like another David, and said, “Would Cod I had died for him.” The thought of his boy’s broken heart touched the heart of the father. If ye, being evil, are overcome by your children’s tears, how much more shall your Father who is in heaven find in yourbemoanings and confessions an argument for the display of his pardoning love through Christ Jesus our Lord? This is the eloquence ivhieii God sleights in, (.lis; brokci; heart and the

HEAHT Hardness of.

Lightfoot says : — “I have heard it more than once and again, from the sheriffs who took all the gunpowder plotters, and brought them up to London, that every night when they came to their lodging by the way, they had their music and dancing a good part of the night. One would think it strange that men in their case should be so merry.” More marvellous still is it that those between whom and death there is but a step, should sport away their time as if they should live on for ages. Though the place of torment is within a short march of all unregencrate men, yet see how they make mirth, grinning and jesting between the jaws of hell!

HEAET — must be Renewed.

A MAN may beat down the bitter fruit from an evil tree until he is weary; whilst the root abides in strength and vigour, the beating down of the present fruit will not hindei it from bringing forth more. This is the folly of some men, they set themselves with all earnestness and diligence against the appearing eruption of lust, but leaving the principle and root untouched, perhaps i::ise;ii-ched out, they make but little or no progress in this work of mortification. — John Owen.

HEART — Seat of Spiritual Diseasa.

Some malady which you do not understand troubles and alarms you. The physician is called. Thinking that the illness proceeds from a certain inflammatory process on a portion of your skin, you anxiously direct his attention to the spot. Silently, but sympathisingly, he looks at the place where you have bidden him look, and because you have bidden him look there, but soon he turns away. He is busy with an instrument on another part of your body. He presses his trumpet tube gently to your breast, and listens for the pulsations which faintly but distinctly pass through. He looks and listens there, and saddens as he looks. You again direct his attention to the cutaneous eruption which annoys you. He sighs and sits silent. When you reiterate your request that something should be done for the external eruption, he gently shakes his head, and answers not a word. From this silence you would learn the truth at last, you would not miss its meaning long.

O miss not the meaning of the Lord when he points to the seat of the soul’s disease: “Ye will not come.” These, his enemies, dwell in your heart. — W. Arnot,

HEAVEN.

“Who,” saith a
away the first com

iar greater delicacies?” Who then can feel regret that this present world passeth away, when he sees that an eternal world of joy is coming? The first course is grace, hut the second is glory, and that is as much better as the fruit is better than the blossom.

HEAVEN — Our Future Condition in.

You will very often perceive in your rain-water certain ugly little things, which swim and twist about in it, always trying if they can to reach the surface, and breathe through one end of their bodies. What makes these little things so lively, these innumerable little things like very small tadpoles, why are they so energetic? Possibly Lhcy h,n c an idea of what they are going to be. The day will come when all of a sudden there will emerge from (he case of the creature which now navigates your bason, a long-legged thing with two bright gauze-like wings, which will mount into the air, and on a summer’s evening will dance in the sunlight. It is nothing more nor less than a gnat in one of its earliest stages. Mark in that creature an image of your present self; you are an undeveloped being; you have not your wings as yet, and are carthbomid, and yet sometimes in your activity for Christ, when the strong desires for something better are upon you, you leap in foretaste of the bliss to come.

HEAVEN au Incentive to Diligence.

Julius CAESAR coming towards Rome with his army, and hearing that the senate and people had fled from it, said,” They that will not fight for this city, what city will they fig’it. for?’’ If we will not take pains for the kingdom of heaven, what kingdom will we take pains for?

HEAVEN — None Admitted but those Like Jesus.

At heaven’s gate there stands an angel with charge to admit none but those who in tl

same features as the Lord of the place. Here coi
monarch with a crown upon his head. The angel pap
no respect, but reminds him that the diadems of eartr

which he is looking,
of mankind; ‘but the

those who in holiness are made like their Lord. Poor they may have been; illiterate (hey may have been; but the angel as he looks at them smiles a welcome as he says, “It is Christ again; a transcript of the holy child Jesus. Come in, come in; eternal glory thou shalt win. Thou shalt sit in heaven with Christ, for thou art like him.”

HEAVEN’ — to lie Shut Out of at Last.

Several years ago we heard an old minister relate the following incident: —” He had preached the Word for many a year in a wood hard by a beautiful village in the Invernessshirc Highlands, and it was his invariable custom, on dismissing his own congregation, to repair to the Baptist Chapel in this village to partake of the Lord’s Supper with his people assembled there. It was then usual to shut the gates during this service, in order that communicants might not be exposed to any disturbance through persons going out or coming in. On one occasion the burden of the Lord pressed upon his servant with more than ordinary severity, and anxious to deliver it and clear his soul, he detained his hearers a little beyond the time, and consequently had to

urry to the chapel. As he drew near he noticed the dooreeper retire from the outer gate, after having shut it. He died to him, quickening his pace at the same time, but his y was not heard, the attendant retreated inside and the linistcr came up ‘just in time’ to see the door put to, and lear it fastened from within. He walked round the chapel ooking up at the windows, but could gain no admittance; here was only one door, and that door was shut. He listened ■.nd heard the singing, and thought how happy God’s people vere inside, while In himself »;li shut out. The circumstance nade an impression upon him at the time which he could lever afterwards forget, and he was led to ask himself the ■juestion, ‘Shall it be so at the last? Shall I come up to the ate of heaven only in time to be too late, to find the last ransomed one admitted, and the door everlastingly shut?’”

HEAVEN a Sustaining Prospect.

One Palmer, of Reading, being condemned to die, in Queen Mary’s time, was much persuaded to recant, and among other things a friend said to him, “Take pity on thy golden years and pleasant flowers of youth, before it be too late.” His reply was as beautiful as it was conclusive — “Sir, i long for those springing flowers which shall never fade away.” When he was in the midst of the flames he exhorted his companions to constancy, saym;;, “We shall not end our lives in the fire, but make a change for a better life; yea, for coals we shall receive pearls.” Thus do we clearly see, that although “if in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable,” yet the prospect of a better and enduring substance enables us to meet all the trials and temptations of this present life with holy boldness and joy,

HEAVEM-its Variety.

We cannot stay to read the catalogue now, but heavenly joys shall be like the tree of life in the New Jerusalem, which

brings forth twelve manner of fruits, and yields her fruit evei month. Robert Hall used to cry, “O for the everlastin rest!” but Wilberforce would sigh to dwell in unbroken lov< Hall was a man who suffered — he longed for rest; Wilbe? force was a man of amiable spirit, loving society and fellow ship — he lcoked for love. Hall shall have his rest, an< Wilberforce shall have his love. There are joys at God’s right hand, suitable for the spiritual tastes of all those wh< shall come thither. The heavenly manna tastes to every man’s peculiar liking.

HEAVEHWABD.

My horse invariably comes home in less time than he makes the journey out. He pulls the carriage with a hearty good will when his face is towards home. Should not 1 also both suffer and labour the more joyously because my way lies towards heaven, and I am on pilgrimage to my Father’s house, my soul’s dear home and resting place?

HOLY WATEB.

Holy water, indeed! a vile mixture, neither fit for man nor beast. You see this liquid virtue at the doors of all the churches ready for the brows of the faithful, but what is far more curious, you observe it in little pots placed for use in the cemeteries; and that the passer-by may give the dead a showery benediction, there arc Iktlc sprinkling brushes in the pots with which to scatter the precious mixture. A mother’s tears over her dead babe are far more in place than such foolery. Holy water! bah! See how the rain pours down from yonder black cloud which has passed over the rugged crags of Pilatus; that sort of holy water is infinitely more likely to moisten the clay of the defunct, and bring plenteous blessing to the living, than all the hogsheads of aqueous fluid that priests ever mumbled over. Holy water, indeed! If there be such a thing, it trickles from the eye of penitence,

bedews the check of gratitude, and falls upon the page of holy Scripture when the word is applied with power. Standing where, when the rain is over, one can see the fair Lake of Lucerne brimming with crystal, and the clouds among the Alpine peaks all charged with moisture, rendered golden by the sun’s clear shining, one feels indignant at the idea that the litde driblets of mistiness in yonder pots and shells should be venerated, and all nature’s reservoirs accounted common or unclean, It needs no small measure of prudence to restrain a man from tumbling pots and pans and holy liquids headlong to the ground. Human folly, how far wilt thou not go when priests lead thee by the nose!

HOPE.

Once on a time, certain strong labourers were sent forth by the great King to level a primeval forest, to plough it, to sow it, and to bring to him the harvest. They were stout-hearted and strong, and willing enough for labour, and much they needed all their strength and more. One stalwart labourer was named Industry — consecrated work was his. His brother Patience, with thews of steel, went with him, and tired not in the longest days under the heaviest labours. To help them they had Zeal, clothed with ardent and indomitable energy. Side by side there stood his kinsman Self-denial, and his friend Importunity. These went forth to their labour, and they took with them, to cheer their toils, their well-beloved sister Hope; and well it was they did, for they needed the music of her consolation ere the work was done, for the forest trees were huge and demanded many sturdy blows of the axe ere they would fall prone upon the ground. One by one the giant forest kings were overthrown, but the labour was immense and incessant. At night when they went to their rest, the day’s work always seemed so light, for as they crossed the threshold, Patience, wiping the sweat from his brow, would be encouraged, and Self-denial would be strengthened

by hearing the sweet voice of Hope within singing, “Goc will bless us, God, even our own God, will bless us.” Thej felled the lofty trees to the music of that strain; they clearei’ the acres one by one, they tore from their sockets the hug’ roots, they delved the soil, they sowed the corn, and waitcc for the harvest, often much discouraged, but still held to theii work as by silver chains and golden fetters by the swee’ sound of the voice which chanted so constantly, “God, ever our own God, will bless us.” They never could refrain fron service, for Hope never could refrain from song. They wen ashamed to be discouraged, they were shocked to be despairing, for still the voice rang clearly out at noon and eventide,” God will bless us, God, even our own God, will bless us.’’ You know the parable, you recognise the voice: may you hear it in your souls to-day!

HOPE.

It is reported that in the Tamul language there is no word for hops. Alas! poor men, if we were all as destitute of the blessed comfort itself as these Tamul speakers are of the word! What must be the misery of souls in hell where they remember the word, but can never know hope itself!

HUMILITY.

WISE men know their own ignorance and are ever ready to learn. Humility is the child of knowledge. Michael Angelo was found by the Cardinal Farnese walking in solitude amid the ruins of the Coliseum, and when he expressed his surprise, the great artist answered, “I go yet to school that I may continue to learn.” Who among us can after this talk of finishing our education? We have need to learn of all around us. He must be very foolish who cannot tell us something; or more likely we must be more foolish not to be able to learn of him.

The whole Roman language, even with all the improvements of the Augustan age, does not afford so much as a name for humility (the word from whence we borrow this, as is well known, bearing in Latin ;l quite different meaning), no, nor was one found in all the copious language of the Greeks, till it was made by the great Apostle. — John Wesley.

HUMILITY.

“Of all trees, I observe, God hath chosen the vine, a low plant that creeps upon the helpful wall; of all beasts, the soft and patient Iamb; of all fowls, the mild and guileless dove, Christ is the rose of the field, and the lily of the valley. When God appeared to Moses, it was not in the lofty cedar, nor the sturdy oak, nor the spreading plane; but in a bush, a humble, slender, abject shrub; as if he would, by these elections, check the conceited arrogance of man.” — Owen Fettham,

HUMILITY AND CHEERFULNESS.

“OBSERVE the peculiar characters of the grass which adapt it especially for the service of man, are its apparent humility and cheerfulness. Its humility, in that it seems created only for lowest service, appointed to be trodden on, and fed upon. Its cheerfulness, in that it seems to exult under all kinds of violence and suffering. You roll it, and it is the stronger the next day; you mow it, and it multiplies its shoots, as if it were grateful; you tread upon it, and it only sends up richer perfume. Spring comes, and it rejoices with all the earth, glowing with variegated flame of flowers, waving in soft depth of fruitful strength. Winter comes, and though it will not mock its fellow plants by growing then, it will not pine and mourn, and turn colourless or leafless as they. It .is always green, and is only the brighter and gayerfor the hoarfrost.”

So Ruskin poetically writes of the grass; should It not be thus with believers? Their flesh is like to grass for perishing, it were well if their spirits were like to grass for humility and cheerfulness in service.

HYPOCEISY.

IN the olden times oven the best rooms were usually of bare brick or stone, damp, and mouldy, but over these in great houses when the family was resident, were hung up arras or hangings of rich materials, between which and the wall persons might conceal themselves, so that literally walla had ears. It is to be feared that many a brave show of godliness is but an arras to conceal rank hypocrisy; and this accounts for some men’s religion being but occasional, since it is folded up or exposed to view as need may demand. Is there no room for conscience to pry between thy feigned profession and thy real ungodliness, and bear witness against thee? Remember, if conscience do it not, certainly “the watcher and the Holy One” will make a thorough search within thee.

HTPOCBISY.

In the pursuit of pastoral duty, I stood a little while ago in a cheesemonger’s shop, and being in a fidgety humour, and having a stick in my hand, I did what most Englishmen are sure to do, I was not content with seeing, but must needs touch as well. My slick came gently upon a fine cheese in the window, and to my surprise a most metallic sound emanated from it. The sound was rather hollow, or one might have surmised that all the tasteholes had been filled up with sovereigns, and thus the cheese had been greatly enriched, and the merchant had been his own banker. There was, however, a sort of crockery jingle in the sound, like the ring of a huge bread or milk pan, such as our country friends use so abundantly; and I came to the very correct conclusion

that I had found a very well got-up hypocrite in the shop window. Mark, from this time, when I pass by, I mentally whisper, “Pottery;” and the shams may even be exchanged for realities, but I shall be long in believing it. In my mind the large stock has dissolved into potsherds, and the fine show in the window only suggests the potter’s vessel. The homely illustration is simply introduced because we find people of this sort in our churches, looking extremely like what they should be, yet having no substance in them, so that if, accidentally, one happens to tap them somewhere or other with sudden temptation or stern duty, the baked earth gives forth its own ring, and the pretender is esteemed no longer.

The shops in the square of San Marco were all religiously closed, for the day was a high festival: we were much disappointed, for it was our last day, and we desired to take away with us some souvenirs of lovely Venice; but out regret soon vanished, for on looking at the shop we meant to patronise, we readily discovered signs of traffic within. We stepped to the side door, and found when one or two other customers had been served, that we might purchase to our heart’s content, saint or no saint. After this fashion too many keep the laws of God to the eye, but violate them in the heart. The shutters arc up as if the man no more dealt with sin and Satan; but a brisk commerce is going on behind the scenes. From such deceit may the Spirit of truth preserve us.

HYPO CBISY — Easy, but Dangerotu.

The counterfeit will always have some admirers, from its cheapness in the market. One must dig deep in dark mines for gold and silver; the precious treasure must be brought from far across the seas; it must be melted down, it must pass through many assays, and the dies must be worked with

ponderous engines before the coin can be produced; all this to the sluggish many is a heavy disadvantage. Hush! hearken 1 steal silently upstairs; the spirit of deceit invites you to her chamber; a little plaster of Paris, afire,acrucible, molten lead, the mould, and there is your money, sir, without troubling Peru, Potosi, California, or the Mint. Slink out and change your fine new bhiKmfjs, and your fortune’s made without the ignoble waste of sweat and labour. But be quiet, for a detective may be near, a coarse-minded minion of unpoetic law, who may cruelly block up your road, or even lead you into prison. Short cuts to wealth have brought many to the hulks; and, let me add, there are short cuts to godliness wnica have brought many to perdition I

HTPOCEIBY-a Tall Fatal.

“The meteor, if it once fall, cannot be rekindled.” When those who once flashed before the eyes of the religious public with the blaze of a vain profession, fall into open and scandalous sin, it is impossible to renew their glory. Once break the egg of hypocrisy, and who can repair the damage?

HYPOCRISY — Prewnt Age Suitable to.

There was an age of chivalry, when no craven courted knighthood, for it involved the hard blows, the dangerous wounds, the rough unhorsings, and the ungentle perils of the tournament; nay, these were but child’s play: there were distant eastern fields, where Paynim warriors must be slain by valiant hands, and blood must flow in rivers from the Red-cross knights. Then men who lacked valour preferred their hawks and their jesters, and left heroes to court death and glory on the batllc-neld. This genial time of peace breeds carpet knights, who nourish their untried weapons, and bear the insignia of valour, without incurring its inconvenient toils. Many are crowding to the seats of the heroes, since

prowess and patience are no more required. The war is over, and every man is willing to enlist. When Rome commenced her long career of victory, it was no pleasant thing to be a soldier in the Roman legions. The power which smote the nations like a rod of iron abroad, was a yoke of iron at home. There were long forced marches, with hunger and cold and weariness; heavy armour was the usual load when the legionary marched at ease; but “ease “was a word he seldom used. Rivers were forded; mountains were scaled; barbarians were attacked; proud nations were assailed; kingdoms were subdued. No toil too stern for the scarred veteran, no odds too heavy, no onslaught too ferocious, no arms too terrible. Scarcely were his wounds healed, ere he was called to new fields; his life was battle; his home the tent; his repast was plunder; his bed the battle-field; while the eagle’s bloody talons removed all need of sepulchre for his slaughtered body. But afterwards when Rome was mistress of the world, and the Praetorian cohorts could sell the imperial purple to the highest bidder, many would follow the legions to share their spoils. It is not otherwise to-day. Into the triumphs of martyrs and confessors few are unwilling to enter; in a national respect to religion, which is the result of their holiness, even ungodly men arc willing to share. They have gone before us with true hearts valiant for truth, and false traitors are willing to divide their

HYPOCBIBY — of no Serviofl.

Coals of fire cannot be concealed beneath the most sumptuous apparel, they will betray themselves with smoke and flame; nor can darling sins be lung hidden beneath the most ostentatious profession, they will sooner or later discover themselves, and bum sad holes in the man’s reputation. Sin needs quenching in the Saviour’s blood, not concealing under the garb of religion.

HYPOCRITES — Discovered on nearer Inspection.

How many are like that famous painting- of the olden time, in which the artist depicted what seemed at a distance a holy friar with a book before him, and his hands crossed in devotion, looking like a saint indeed, but when you came close to the venerable impostor, you found that his hands, though clasped, enclosed a lemon, and instead of a book there was a punch-bowl into which he was squeezing the juice. To seem to be, answers men’s purposes so well, that it is little marvel if pretenders swarm like the flies in Egypt’s plague; yet if they would remember the last great day, men would abhor hypocrisy.

HYPOCRITE 3 — Season for,

After a refreshing shower which has made all the flowers to smile till the teardrops of joy stand in their eyes, you will see your garden-paths spotted over with slugs and snails. These creatures lay concealed till the genial rain called them forth to make their slimy way towards whatsoever they might devour. After this fashion revivals, of necessity, develop hypocrites, yet who would deplore the shower because of the snails, and who would rail at “times of refreshing” because mere pretenders are excited to make a base profession of a grace to which they are strangers?

HV TO CKITES Seeking their own Advantage.

God is in the hypocrite’s mouth, but the world is in his heart, which he expects to gain through his good reputation. I have read of one that offered his prince a great sum of money to have leave once or twice a-day to come into his presence, and only say, “Cod save your Majesty!” The prince wondering at this large offer for so small a favour, asked him, “What advantage would this afford him?” “O sire,” saith he,” this, though I have nothing else at your hands, will get me a name in the country for one who is a

great favourite at court, and such an opinion will help me to more at the year’s end, than it costs me for the purchase.”

Thus some, by the name they get for great saints, advance their worldly interests, which lie at the bottom of all their profession. - Gurnail.

HYPOCRITES — their Sinister Motives.

See yonder eagle, how it mounts! Does it care for the ethereal blue, or aspire to commune with the stars of heaven! Not a whit; such airy considerations have no weight with the ravenous bird; and yet you will not wonder that it soars aloft when you remember that it thus obtains a broader range of vision, and so becomes the more able to provide for its nest. The bird mounts towards heaven, but it keeps its eye evermore upon the outlook for its prey. No celestial impulse is needed, its love of blood suffices to bear it aloft. It soars only that it may flash downwards with fell swoop upon the object of its desires. Wonder not that men with the hearts of devils yet mount like angels: there is a reason which explains it all,

HYPOCRITICAL CONFESSIONS.

You have heard, no doubt, of beggars who tie a leg up when they go a-begging, and then make a hideous lamentation of their lameness. Why, this is just your case, sir, when you go to church a-praying, which is begging, you tie your righteous heart up, and then make woeful outcry for mercy on us miserable sinners. O sir, these tricks may pass a while unnoticed, but Jesus Christ will apprehend such cheats at last, and give them their desert. — John Berridge.