W. My dear child, you make my heart rejoice; but are you not a sinner?

G. Yes, I am a sinner, but my blessed Redeemer takes away sin, and I long to be with him.

W. My dear girl, I trust the desire of your heart will be granted; but where do you think you will find your Redeemer ?

G. O, sir, I think I shall find him in heaven.

W. Do you think you will get to heaven?
G. Yes, I do.

W. But what if you do not find Christ there?

G. If I do not find Christ there I'll be sure it is not heaven, for where he dwells must be heaven; for there also dwell God, and the holy angels, and all whom Christ saves.

The Eleventh Hour.

Whitefield tells of one who was converted late in life, at the eleventh hour, aged fourscore years, who made himself exceedingly useful in visiting the poor, and those who were in prison, in reading to them, in relieving them, and thus caring for their souls and bodies. As the day of life was closing, the shadows gathering, and the night coming, when he could not work, feeling the importance of redeeming the time, he said to Whitefield, "Sir, I began late in life, but, by the help of God, I will work the harder for my Lord and master." A noble resolution, worthy to be followed by all who begin a religious course late in life!

Whitefield and the Estate.

Mr. Whitefield possessed a large degree of that charity "that seeketh not her own," but the glory of God and the good of the human race. And yet, unselfish and disinterested as he was, mercenary motives were attributed to him, though his whole life gave falsity to the accusation. The following characteristic incident is related on the authority of his original biographer, Dr. Gillies.

During his sojourn in Scotland, in 1759, a young lady named Hunter, who was in possession of a large fortune, made an offer to Whitefield of her whole estate, both money and lands, amounting to several thousand pounds. He nobly declined the generous offer. As he refused to receive it for himself, the young lady offered the whole for the benefit of his Orphan House. This he also absolutely refused. How this should crimson the cheeks of those who so unwarrantably accused him of selfish motives in raising money ostensibly for charitable purposes, but using the same to enrich his own coffers.

Whitefield and the Quaker.

Whitefield, having preached at Edinburgh to a large and attentive audience from "The kingdom of God is not meat and drink, but righteousness and peace and joy in the Holy Ghost," was after the sermon called upon by a large company, including some of the nobility, who bade him God

speed, among the rest a portly Quaker, who, taking him by the hand, said: "Friend George, I am as thou art; I am for bringing all to the life and power of the ever-living God, and therefore if thou wilt not quarrel with me about my hat, I will not quarrel with thee about thy gown."

A Wise Answer.

The Rev. Ebenezer Erskine, and Ralph his brother, two distinguished ministers, who had separated from the Established Church in Scotland, requested Mr. Whitefield when he went there not to preach in the Church from whence they had seceded, assigning as a reason that God had left it. "Then," said Whitefield, "it is the more necessary for me to preach, and endeavor to bring him back. I'll preach Christ wherever they'll let me."

Whitefield and the Scoffer.

Whitefield on one occasion was preaching near Edinburgh, in a field, under the shade of a venerable tree, when a poor unhappy man, a scoffer, in order to bring Mr. Whitefield into ridicule climbed the tree, and placed himself on one of the overhanging boughs over the preacher's head. He then, with monkey-like ability, mimicked his gestures, in order thereby to raise a laugh in the audience, and thus bring the preacher into con

tempt. The scorner delighted in his scorning. Guided by the looks of his audience, Mr. Whitefield caught a glance of him, and, without seeming to notice him, continued his discourse. While expatiating forcibly upon the power of divine grace with increasing earnestness, he dwelt upon the unlikely objects it often saved, and the unexpected triumphs it had achieved. As he rose to the climax of his inspiring theme, and to the full power of his eloquence, he suddenly paused, turned round, and, pointing slowly to the scoffer above him, exclaimed in a tone of deep and thrilling pathos, "Even he may yet be the subject of that free and resistless grace." It was an arrow from heaven's quiver, winged by the Divine Spirit, and it entered deeply into the scoffer's heart. He writhed in agony, and found no peace till it was withdrawn by the hand of mercy. Like Zaccheus, he hastened down from the tree and received the Saviour joyfully, and that day salvation came to his house, and he became a spiritual son of Abraham.

The Old Scotch Marquis.

There is no such thing as a solitary religion. Christians are the light of the world, and it is their duty to "let their light so shine before men that they may see their good works, and glorify their Father which is in heaven."

There was an old Scotch Marquis of Lothian who professed to Whitefield that his heart was

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impressed with the importance of religion, but he wished to keep it to himself and be a Christian in the dark. Whitefield was a moral hero. would not flatter a prince any more than a peasant. His favorite sentiment was,

"Shall I, to soothe th' unholy throng,
Soften thy truth, or smooth my tongue
To gain earth's gilded toys-or flee

The cross endured, my Lord, by thee?"

and with characteristic honesty he said to the Marquis: "As for praying in your family I entreat you not to neglect it; you are bound to do it. Apply to Christ to enable you to overcome your present fears; they are the effects of pride or infidelity, or both."

The Collection and the Bet.

Whitefield, as has been testified to by Franklin and other writers, had tremendous power over the pockets of men. A military officer at Glasgow, who had heard Whitefield preach, laid a wager with another officer that at a certain charity sermon, though he went with prejudice, he would be compelled to give something. The other, to make sure he would not, laid aside all the money he had in his pockets; but on listening to the appeal of Mr. Whitefield, he was glad to borrow some money before he left the church to throw into the collection, and so lost his bet.