y early in the morning, he will be
ready to ask his mothers forgiveness. The father went to him--that was
Friday morning--to see if he was ready to ask his mother's forgiveness,
but he "couldn't." The father and mother felt so bad about it they
couldn't eat; they thought it was to darken their whole life. Perhaps
that boy thought that father and mother didn't love him. Just what many
sinners think because God won't let them have their own way. The father
went to his business, and when he came home he said to his wife, "Has
Sammy asked your forgiveness?" "No." So he went to the little fellow and
said, "'Now, Sammy, are you not going to ask your mother's forgiveness?"
"Can't," and that was all they could get out of him. The father couldn't
eat any dinner; it was like death in the house. It seemed as if the boy
was going to conquer his father and mother. Instead of his little will
being broken, it looked very much as if he was going to break theirs.
Late Friday afternoon, "Mother, mother, forgive," says Sammy--"me." And
the little fellow said "me," and he sprang to his feet and said: "I have
said it, I have said it. Now dress me, and take me down to see father.
He will be so glad to know I have said it." And she took him down, and
when the little fellow came in he said, "I've said it, I've said it."

Oh, my friends, it is so easy to say, "I will arise and go to my God."
It is the most reasonable thing you can do. Isn't an unreasonable thing
to hold out? Come right to God just this very hour. "Believe on the Lord
Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved."

Spurgeon and the Little Orphan.

While we were in London, Mr. Spurgeon one day took Mr. Sankey and myself
to his orphan asylum, and he was telling about them--that some of them
had aunts and some cousins, and that every boy had some friend that took
an interest in him, and came to see him and gave him a little pocket
money, and one day he said while he stood there, a little boy came up to
him and said, "Mr. Spurgeon, let me speak to you," and the boy sat down
between Mr. Spurgeon and the elder, who was with the clergyman, and
said, "Mr. Spurgeon, suppose your father and mother were dead, and you
didn't have any cousins, or aunts, or uncles, or friends to come and
give you pocket money, and give you presents, don't you think you would
feel bad--because that's me?" Said Mr. Spurgeon, "the minute he asked
that, I put my right hand down into my pocket and took out the money.