or of a church giving out
invitations to a meeting to take place that evening, a young man to whom
I offered one said, "I want something more than that. I want something
to do!" I urged him to come into the meeting, and after some
remonstrance he consented. After the meeting I took him home, and after
dinner I told him there was a room which I called the "Prophet's Room,"
and up stairs was another which I called the "Unbeliever's Room," and I
would give him till night to decide which he would take. He was able by
night to take the first, and the next day was at work urging young men
to attend the noonday prayer-meeting. When I was burned out in the great
fire and was left perfectly destitute, I received a letter with some
money from this young man in Boston, who said:

"You helped me and took me in your home, keeping me six weeks and
refused to take anything for it, and I have never forgotten your
kindness." I had lost sight of him, but he had remembered that as a
turning-point in his existence.

GOLD.

-- If you receive Him it will be well; if you reject Him and are lost it
will be terrible.

-- Thanks be to God, there is hope to-day; this very hour you can choose
Him and serve Him.

-- Now just think a moment and answer the question, "'What shall I do
with Jesus who is called Christ?"

-- I believe in my soul that there are more at this day being lost for
want of decision than for any other thing.

-- One of two things you must do; you must either receive Him or reject
Him. You receive Him here and He will receive you there; you reject
Him here and He will reject you there.

[Illustration: Jesus And The Woman Taken In Adultery. GUSTAVE DORE.
John, viii, 3-11]

DELIVERANCE.

The Scotch Lassie.

There is a story told of an incident that occurred during the last
Indian mutiny. The English were besieged in the city of Lucknow, and
were in momentary expectation of perishing at the hands of the fiends
that surrounded them. There was a little Scotch lassie in this fort,
and, while lying on the ground, she suddenly shouted, her face aglow
with joy, "Dinna ye hear them comin'; dinna ye hear them comin'?" "Hear
what?" they asked, "Dinna ye hear them comin?" And she sprang to her
feet. It was the bagpipes of her native Scotland she heard. It was a
native air she heard that was being played by a regiment of her
countrymen marching to the relief of those captives, and these
deliverers