hem over.

-- A man who has not realized what the blood has done for him has not
the token of salvation. It is told of Julian, the apostate, that
while he was fighting he received an arrow in his side. He pulled it
out, and, taking a handful of blood threw it into the air and cried,
"Galilean, Galilean, thou hast conquered."

-- Look at that Roman soldier as he pushed his spear into the very heart
of the God-man. What a hellish deed! But what was the next thing
that took place? Blood covered the spear! Oh! thank God, the blood
covers sin. There was the blood covering that spear--the very point
of it. The very crowning act of sin brought out the crowning act of
love; the crowning act of wickedness was the crowning act of grace.

-- It Is said that old Dr. Alexander, of Princeton College, when a young
student used to start out to preach, always gave them a piece of
advice. The old man would stand with his gray locks and his venerable
face and say: "Young man, make much of the blood in your ministry."
Now, I have traveled considerable during the past few years, and
never met a minister who made much of the blood and much of the
atonement but God had blessed his ministry, and souls were born into
the light by it.

CHILD STORIES.

"Little Moody."

I remember when I was a boy I went several miles from home with an older
brother. That seemed to me the longest visit of my life. It seemed that
I was then further away from home than I had ever been before, or have
ever been since. While we were walking down the street we saw an old man
coming toward us, and my brother said, "There is a man that will give
you a cent. He gives every new boy that comes into this town a cent."
That was my first visit to the town, and when the old man got opposite
to us he looked around, and my brother not wishing me to lose the cent,
and to remind the old man that I had not received it, told him that I
was a new boy in the town. The old man, taking off my hat, placed his
trembling hand on my head, and told me I had a Father in heaven. It was
a kind, simple act, but I feel the pressure of the old man's hand upon
my head to-day. You don't know how much you may do by just speaking
kindly.

"Won by a Smile."

In London, in 1872, one Sunday morning a minister said to me, "I want
you to notice that family there in one of the front seats, and when we
go home I want to tell you their story."