e of the traveler so that
he cannot see two feet ahead. Many a man has been lost on the prairies
when he has got caught in one of those storms.

This man was caught and was almost on the point of giving up, when he
saw a little light in a log house. He managed to get there, and found
a shelter from the fury of the tempest. He is now a wealthy man. As
soon as he was able, he bought the farm, and built a beautiful house
on the spot where the log building stood. On the top of a tower he put
a revolving light, and every night when there comes a storm he lights
it up in the hope that it may be the means of saving someone else.

That is true gratitude, and that is what God wants us to do. If He has
rescued us and brought us up out of the horrible pit, let us be always
looking to see if there is not someone else whom we can help to save.

I remember hearing of two men who had charge of a revolving light in a
lighthouse on a rock-bound and stormy coast. Somehow the machinery
went wrong, and the light did not revolve. They were so afraid that
those at sea should mistake it for some other light, that they worked
all the night through to keep the light moving round.

Let us keep our lights in the proper place, so that the world may see
that the religion of Christ is not a sham but a reality. It is said
that in the Grecian sports they had one game where the men ran with
lights. They lit a torch at the altar, and ran a certain distance;
sometimes they were on horseback. If a man came in with his light
still burning, he received a prize; if his light had gone out, he lost
the prize.

How many there are who, in their old age, have lost their light and
their joy! They were once burning and shining lights in the family, in
the Sunday-school, and in the Church. But something has come in
between them and God--the world or self--and their light has gone out.
Reader, if you are one who has had this experience, may God help you
to come back to the altar of the Savior's love and light up your torch
anew, so that you can go out into the lanes and alleys, and let the
light of the Gospel shine in these dark homes.

As I have already said, if we only lead one soul to Jesus Christ we
may set a stream in motion that will flow on when we are dead and
gone. Away up the mountain side there is a little spring; it seems so
small that an ox might drink it up at a draught. By and by it becomes
a rivulet; other rivulets run into it. Before long it is