r shoulders on to His own shoulder? Then you
will feel light in heart.

A LIGHT HEART.

On one occasion, after I had been talking this way, a woman came
forward, and said, "Oh, Mr. Moody, it's all very well for you to talk
like that, about a _light heart_. But you are a young man, and if you
had a heavy burden like me you would talk differently. I could not
talk in that way, my burden is too great." I replied, "But it's not
too great for Jesus." "Oh," she said, "I cannot cast it on Him." "Why
not? surely it is not too great for Him. It is not that He is feeble.
But it is because you will not leave it to Him. You're like many
others. They will not leave it with Him. They go about hugging their
burden, and yet crying out against it. What the Lord wants is, you to
leave it with Him, to let Him carry it for you. Then you will have a
light heart, sorrow will flee away, and there will be no more sighing.
What is your burden, my friend, that you cannot leave with Christ?"
She replied, "I have a son who is a wanderer on the face of the earth.
None but God knows where he is." "Cannot Christ find him, and bring
him back?" "I suppose He can." "Then go and tell Jesus, and ask Him to
forgive you for doubting His power and willingness; you have no right
to mistrust Him." She went away much comforted, and I believe she
ultimately had her wandering boy restored to her!

A MOTHER'S PRAYER ANSWERED.

This circumstance reminds me of a pious father and mother in our
country, whose eldest son had gone to Chicago to a situation. A
neighbour of theirs was in the city on some business, and he met the
young man reeling along the streets drunk. He thought, "How am I to
tell his parents?" When he returned to his village, he went and called
out the father, and told him. It was a terrible blow to that father,
but he said nothing to the mother till the little ones had all gone to
rest; the servants had retired, and all was quiet in that little farm
on the Western prairies. They drew up their chairs to the little
drawing-room table, and then he told her the sad news. "Our boy has
been seen drunk on the streets of Chicago--drunk." Ah, that mother was
sorely hurt; they did not sleep much that night, but spent the hours
in fervent prayers for their boy. About daybreak the mother felt an
inward conviction that all would be well. She told the father "she had
cast it on the Lord, had left her son with Jesus, and she felt He
would save him." One week f