Are you living for eternity? Do you keep it in view? Have you made preparation for that time when books, and house, and land, and all that belongs to you, will have passed into other hands, and you will be gone? Have you made good provision? Have you made sure of a safe and happy place then ?

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Books, houses, lands-I have named them all. Is your name in the book of life? Does a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens," await you? Will the promised land, the happy land, be your land hereafter ?" Jesus, Jesus alone, is the way to all this. Would you have your name written in the book of life? Flee to Him, wash away your sins in His blood, cast away every other hope, look to Him in faith as your Saviour: then He will write your name in that book. Would you dwell in the Father's house above? Still, it is Jesus who said, "In My Father's house are many mansions; I go to prepare a place for you." He can give you a place there-He alone. Flee to Him. Would you live in the promised land—the heavenly Canaan? Still, Jesus alone can give you an entrance there. Flee to Him. He never rejects any. He will not reject you.

There is one Book, above all others, which tells of Himthe Bible. It is no book of man's; it is God's Book; all true, from beginning to ezd; God's inspired Word. Inspired, for the Holy Spirit is the author of this Book. That same

Holy Spirit who now acts on the hearts of men, the Comforter, the Sanctifier; He taught the writers of the Bible what to write; they held the pen, but the thoughts were from Him. It is our Guide-book to eternal life.

Probably you have a Bible. It may be an old brown one, like our book, or it may be a new and handsome one. That makes little difference. The inside is the main thing. Do you read your Bible? Do you listen to what God says to you in it? Do you pray for the teaching of God's Spirit?

Oh! neglect not the Book of books; seek the Spirit, flee to the only Saviour. Lose no time; flee to Him at once! Life is short; days are few; time is uncertain. Not one of

those whose names are in that old book knew beforehand when the book was to pass on to another. You do not know when your time will come for leaving all you have. In one sense, to-day is your only day-your last day. For it is the only day you have-the last day God has given you. Whether He will give you another, He only knows. Tomorrow is not yours, and never may be.

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'My Life has been a Failure."

HESE words fell from the lips of a young man disappointed in business, disquieted in mind and body. All was dark and foreboding; there seemed no ray of hope, no trust in an overruling Providence, no joy or comfort which comes to the Christian at such times, no word of Jesus speaking salvation, bowed down with the sorrows of this life, and hopeless of another.

Disease was preying upon this young man, and the deepest anxiety was felt for him. We stood powerless, yet hoping and praying.

Returning from a ride, he was asked if he felt able to spend a few moments in the "prayer meeting." He assented; and none could describe the look of eagerness on his face as he listened to a young stranger who feelingly declared what Jesus had done for him; how disappointments and trials had come; yet beneath, round about, and above all was Jesus, so ready to sympathise, pardon, and accept, if we only come to Him with penitence and faith.

The blessed Spirit sent every word with power to him who had so long dwelt in darkness and sin, and he sweetly yielded himself to Christ.

Prayer for this young man was answered; his health is restored, and he lives to testify the love of Jesus, and lead others to that unending joy which awaits all who trust in His atoning blood.

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There's only One.

HERE'S only One on whose dear arm We safely lay our thoughts to rest; There's only One who knows the depth Of sorrow in each stricken breast.

There's only One who knows the truth
Amid this world's deceit and lies;
There's only One who views each se
With just, unselfish, candid eyes.

There's only One who marks the wish,
Nor cruelly, severely blames;
There's only One too full of love

To put aside the weakest claims.

There's only One whose pity falls

Like dew upon the wounded heart;
There's only One who never stirs,
Though enemy and friend depart.
There's only One, when none are by,
To wipe away the falling tear;
There's only One to heal the wound,
And stay the weak one's timid fear.

There's only One who's never harsh,
But tenderness itself to all;
There's only One who knows each heart,
And listens to its faintest call.

There's only One who understands
And enters into all we feel;

There's only One who views each spring,
And each perplexing inner wheel.

There's only One who can support,
And who sufficient grace can give
To bear up under every grief,

And spotless in this world to live.

There's only One who will abide
When loved ones in the grave are cold;
There's only One who 'll go with me

When this long, painful journey's told.

There's only One I'm sure will watch
O'er every dear one whom I love;
There's only One can sanctify

And bring them safe to heaven above.

O blessed Jesus, Friend of friends,

Come, hide us 'neath Thy sheltering arm; Come down amid this wicked world, And keep us from its guilt and harm.

Thou art the One, the only One

For whom no love too warm can flow; Thou art the One, the only One In whom there's perfect rest below.

Hymn.

BLESSED JESUS, look upon me
With a smile of heav'nly love;
Draw my heart and fix it on Thee,
Never let it thence remove!

Lord, I feel a sinful nature,

Tending downwards to the earth;
Save a lost and ruined creature,
Save me through the second birth!

Come, Thou great Eternal Spirit,
Pour Thy influence o'er my soul;
Let me now Thy peace inherit,
Make a wounded sinner whole!

Put Thy holy fear within me,

Make Thy gracious secrets known;
Daily may I know and love Thee,
Daily all Thy mercies own!

Jesus, plead my cause in heaven,
Be my Advocate on high;
All the praise to Thee be given,
Through a vast eternity!

Our Ten Weeks' Strike.

CHAPTER X. -BROTHER TOM'S LETTER.

HREE or four days elapsed, and then I received an answer to the letter I had written to my brother Tom. As it was not a very long one, I will give

it here, word for word.

"MY DEAR JAMES-I have taken the first opportunity I could lay hold of for replying to your inquiries. But, first of all, I must tell you that, in my opinion, and judging by your