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be made. Hadad had no answer to give to Pharaoh, but he got off with him. I wonder how he got on with his wife when he got back to her, and said, "I am going back to Edom, back to its rocks and crags, back to its barrenness, its gleaming lightnings, back to its roaring thunders. I am tired of this land where it is always afternoon.

"Oh! for one burst on yon hill side,

I'd give a thousand days like these.'

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What would his wife say? What would his servants. say? What would all his fellow-courtiers say? "Hadad is flinging himself away. He has got moonstruck, or sunstruck. He has a chance to be Pharaoh himself, or his son after him." Aye; but when we come to this pass, what shall it profit us if we gain the whole world, and lose our soul !

Then make the sacrifice; go home-it will be hard; it. may be like tearing the flesh from the bones-but go home. and set up the standard there. "Wife, I am to be for Christ as I have never been before.

Children, Christ for me

as He never was before. No more dances, no more giddy shows and routs for me. I have opened the house to them more for your sakes than for my own; for I have felt increasingly my heart sick of them, tired of them, wearied of them. And I have an instinctive feeling that there is. rest, and peace, and satisfaction that I have never known to be had by turning my back on them." Put all the distance between them and you that lies between Egypt and Edom, and peace will come.

Ah! yes. Thank God for times like these. All through

your boyhood, or girlhood, your open youth, your busy, bustling middle life, the world sufficed. But might I venture to accommodate Keble a little to describe the present state of your case:

"Sin is with man at morning break,

And thro' the live-long day
Deafens the ear that fain would wake

To Grace's simple lay.

"But when eve's silent footfall steals
Along the eastern sky,

And one by one to earth reveals
Those purer fires on high-

"When one by one each human sound

Dies on the awful ear,

Then Conscience' voice no more is drowned;

She speaks, and we must hear."

Then there pours on our soul's ear the voice of eternity, and our former joys become vain. Our mere baptized Paganism that is to say, our empty formality in religion— is seen to be the empty shell it is. We have our “Intimations of Immortality":

"Hence in a season of calm weather,

Though inland far we be,

Our souls have sight of that immortal sea that brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither,

And see its children sport upon the shore,

And hear its mighty waters rolling evermore.'

Thank God, He does that for men and women in London. He breaks in upon us, and our earthly ambitions and personal aims die down, and the soul cries out, "The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and I am not saved. And I must be saved, cost what it may." Our hearts are crying out for God. Your success won't satisfy your

longing. Your good name in the city won't satisfy it. The fortune you have compiled won't satisfy it. Your son has been well brought up, and is doing well, and is well married, and that won't satisfy it. You have made the best of alliances on every side, but these don't matter.

“Nae pleasures, nae pleasures, can mak us happy lang,

The heart's aye the pairt aye that maks us richt or wrang."

Now thank God for that dissatisfaction; it is a spur in your lazy sides to send you home. What is happening to you is what happened to Noah's dove. The raven could sit pecking at any corpse on the water, and find its satisfaction there. But doves are doves, and not carnivorous. The dove found no rest for the sole of its foot, and it winged its way back across the black hills of water, back to that great ship that came drifting slowly along. Back to yon window, which is a kind of frame for the face of weather-beaten old Noah, standing there with his hand stretched out so that the weary thing may light.

So Christ Jesus comes to weary hearts in London to-day. And He holds out His hand and asks for weary worldlings to light upon it. He will take you into warmth, and light, and love, and peace, and an ark of safety that will ride all storms. Gleaming lightnings may flash past, the last judgment may thunder upon the world, all things be overwhelmed in the wrath that is coming, but your soul has reached its rest, its refuge, its abiding home. May the angels in heaven, looking down upon us, be fain to say of this one, and that one, and the other, "Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows?"

God grant that every soul visited by this home-sickness that there is no arguing with may go home-right home to the heart of God. Oh, Egypt! oh, world! we won't quarrel with you, or revile you. In a sense, you are good; but you aren't good enough.

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"I GO A FISHING!"

a Sermon

BY THE

REV. JOHN MCNEILL.

"After these things Jesus showed Himself again to the disciples at the sea of Tiberias; and on this wise showed He Himself. There were together Simon Peter, and Thomas called Didymus, and Nathanael of Cana in Galilee, and the sons of Zebedee, and two other of His disciples. Simon Peter saith unto them, I go a fishing. They say unto him, We also go with thee. They went forth, and entered into a ship immediately; and that night they caught nothing. But when the morning was now come, Jesus stood on the shore: but the disciples knew not that it was Jesus. Then Jesus saith unto them, Children, have ye any meat? They answered Him, No. And He said unto them, Cast the net on the right side of the ship, and ye shall find. They cast therefore, and now they were not able to draw it for the multitude of fishes. Therefore that disciple whom Jesus loved saith unto Peter, It is the Lord."-JOHN xxi, 1-7.

JOHN'S GOSPEL, which seems to come to a close with the end of the preceding chapter, is here re-opened that the incidents of the miraculous draught of fishes, and our Lord's colloquy with Peter, may be added. You can see John laying down his pen and rolling up his scroll, when he has put in the last sentence of the preceding chapter. "Many other signs," he says, "truly did Jesus in the presence of His disciples, which are not written in this book: but these are written, that ye might believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing ye Vol. II.-No. 26.

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