that Thy people may rejoice in
Thee?"

Methodism cannot afford to forsake her old ways for new and untried
ones; they are intelligent, proper, and essentially Christian.
Lovefeasts are the olive branch which we have received from the revered
hands of our fathers and mothers in the faith, not to be cast away, but
to be prized and kept as a mark of our love for them, for each other,
and for Christ our Saviour; and though the green branch which they left
us may be somewhat faded, and its leaves droop in our moistureless
hands, though it has lost some of the freshness it had when it first
came to our keeping, thank God! thank God! it is not dead, it lives!
and can be revived. It wants more moisture; sprinkle tear-drops of
penitence upon its shrunken foliage; let the springs of our sympathy
once more flow over it; let us ask God to give us the "upper and the
nether springs," that _His_ love and ours may flow out in one united
stream; let us come to that stream, near, nearer, to the brink, and
olive branch in hand, plunge in, refresh ourselves, and revivify the
blessed, beautiful, and sacred symbol.

There was no meeting in which Little Abe was more at home than a
lovefeast; whether as conductor or in a private capacity,--if such a
term can be applied to Abe,--he gloried in a rousing lovefeast. His
love for these meetings and his aptitude in conducting them occasioned
a great demand for his presence. He had such a way of interspersing
enlivening comments between the speakers. He was a good singer, too,
and was always ready with some hymn expressive of the feeling of the
meeting. Then he had the power to make everyone feel at home, so that
he was the very man to lead a lovefeast, although he did sometimes say
things that would shock very orderly and circumspect persons.

DEVIL DIDN'T POP THEE.

Little Abe was leading a lovefeast in Berry Brow Chapel; the place was
crowded, people had come from far and near; the Holy Spirit was present
in great power; there was no lack of witnesses, two or three being
often on their feet together waiting for an opportunity to speak.
Little Abe, as he said, "was fair swabbing o'er," he wept for joy.

A young man at length rose to relate his Christian experience. He had
but lately been converted to Jesus, and before that had been a very
wicked, drunken, degraded character. He proceeded to say what the Lord
had done for him, how He had found him in his sins and misery, and
taken ho