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children; but now I longed for nothing but to know how I could find peace, and earnestly did I pray that the Spirit of God, who, I read, could teach us, and show us of these great truths, would indeed be pleased to help me. My prayers were answered, and I was able to feel that Jesus was my Saviour.

"There was no real Christian on board; and ĩ had no Bible with me, nor could I get one until we again put into port: so you may think how much I valued the hymns, which taught me all that I then knew of the gospel.

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Being once more in this town, I felt that I must call and tell you of the blessing that your gift has been to me; for I knew how you would rejoice to hear that it was the means, through the influence of God the Holy Ghost, of awakening a soul from the sleep of death, and of leading him to that Saviour, who was made sin for us, that we might be made the righteousness of God in him."

LITTLE THINGS.

SCORN not the slightest word or deed,
Nor deem it void of power;

There's fruit in each wind-wafted seed,
Waiting its natal hour.

A whispered word may touch the heart,
And call it back to life;

A look of love bid sin depart,

And still unholy strife.

No act falls fruitless; none can tell
How vast its power may be,

Nor what results enfolded dwell

Within it, silently.

Work and despair not: give thy mite;

Nor care how small it be:

God is with all that serve the right,
The holy, true, and free.

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It would have been hard to tell. They were both Christian men: they had been fast friends, too, in worldly matters, as well as fellow-helpers in their Christian pilgrimage through the world; but it somehow came to pass that Eli Smith and Peter Robinson "fell out by the way." The wise man tells us that "a brother offended is harder to be won than a strong city." It was so in this case. Their minister had in vain tried to reconcile the offending

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and offended brethren. Their best friends in the village had endeavoured to smooth down the ruggedness of their tempers, and bring them together again in love and unity: but it seemed as though these efforts only sprinkled oil on the flame of contention, and made it burn more fiercely. So the kindly-disposed wisely withdrew from the scene, remembering probably another proverb, which tells us that he who passeth by, and meddleth with strife belonging not to him, is like one that taketh a dog by the

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Meanwhile the ungodly people around were glad enough to take occasion, by the bitter animosity of Smith and Robinson, to have their prejudices and hatred against religion confirmed. They, in effect, said to one another, "Ah! so would we have it." And they took care to fan the fire of resentment which burned in the bosoms of these two erring, alienated Christian friends.

You may suppose that this quarrel hindered the gospel of Christ. It hindered it in the souls of the two men. How can any man 46 grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour," when his heart harbours unholy passions? How can the blessed Spirit of peace and unity dwell in those who are contentious and discordant? It is not to be wondered at, then, that the graces of the Spirit became dim and beclouded in the souls of Robinson and Smith. They could not but be conscious of this, each for himself they felt that their communion with God in prayer was impeded; that their love to the ordinances of religion and the means of grace had declined and was declining; but they did not trace this sad declension to its true source. Each for himself believed that his quarrel was just and righteous.

And this unbrotherly, unchristian alienation hindered the gospel of Christ in others. The spirit of contention spread. Among their Christian brethren were some who were weak enough to "take sides." Some said that Smith was in the right, and others, that Robinson was not in the wrong, they were sure; and so there were two parties formed, and coolness began to spread among those who acknowledged the authority of that rule which says, "Love as brethren; be pitiful; be courteous." Then there were others who were disposed to think well of religion, young inquirers, who were seeking and were wishing to find happiness and peace in Christ, and were driven back by

the unseemly exhibition of fellow-disciples scowling one upon another. In short, and without mentioning particular instances of the mischief wrought by this miserable quarrel, it bade fair (or foul) to put a stop to all Christian usefulness and exertion as far as its influence, or even the knowledge of it extended.

The quarrel had gone on for a year-a whole year. Think of this. Think of a Christian retaining anger in his bosom for a whole year, nourishing it there, like a serpent. Think of it? why, it won't bear thinking about.

Eli Smith thought about it, however. One day, when working by himself in his five-acre farm, it came into his mind that he was not a happy man, that he had no comfort in religion, and had not had for many weeks and months. It was true, he had not absolutely neglected his soul; he had gone regularly to public worship, had read the Scriptures, had not restrained prayer before God; but he was unhappy. He felt as though the light of his Father's countenance were withdrawn from him, and he was troubled. The more he thought about this, the more did a sense of desolateness steal into his heart. There was a hymn which had long been impressed on his memory; and at that moment it came into his mind. He could not sing; he had no spirit for that; but he repeated the lines to himself:

"Oh for a closer walk with God,

A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

"Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

"What peaceful hours I once enjoyed——"

Poor Eli could not get any further. His voice trembled so, his eyes filled with tears so fast, and sobs so impeded his utterance. He threw down his spade, cast a look around to make sure that no one saw him besides his God, and then fell down on his knees.

How long did he remain in this posture? I cannot tell; he did not know himself. What did he say? I do not know. Perhaps he said nothing with his lips; but I think that his heart prayed, and that the Holy Spirit helped his

infirmities, with groanings which could not be uttered. And I know that when he rose from his knees, he left his' spade where he had thrown it down, and hurried away towards Peter Robinson's cottage.

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Robinson, like Smith, was a farmer in a small way, and a market gardener, likewise on a small scale. He was working in his garden, hoeing up weeds, and thinking what a deal of trouble they gave him; and that if there were no weeds in the soil, nor seeds of weeds, how much pleasanter a world it would be-for farmers and gardeners, at any rate.

From thinking about weeds on earthly ground, Robinson passed over in his mind to spiritual weeds in the human soul. He was not very comfortable in his thoughts, for conscience and God's word bade him look within; but he shook off the impression; it was less unpleasant to him to look abroad; and he settled on his neighbour and former friend, Smith. There were weeds enough there; and if they could only be rooted up

Peter came to a pause here; for he heard a quick footstep, and lo! when he raised his eyes, his neighbour and former friend stood before him.

"Now then," thought Peter, "what is all this about? A pretty fellow you must be to come tumbling in upon me in this way." He did not speak, however; but stood upright, with his hoe in his hand, and looking sternly at poor Eli.

"Robinson," said Smith, in a voice broken with emotion, "I am come to ask your pardon; I have been very ugly in my thoughts and words about you. I have sinned a great sin in keeping up malice in my heart against you, my Christian brother; and the good Lord has shown meleastways I think and hope he has-"

He could not proceed any further with his penitent confession; but he held out his hand, as much as to say, "Let us shake hands and make up our differences."

Peter was taken by surprise: for a moment or two he hesitated and held back; but at last he took the offered hand in his own-coldly, however.

"I am glad," said he, "that you have come to a right view of the matter at last, Eli. It would have been better if you had thought of this a year ago; but better late than never. And since you ask me to forgive you, in a proper

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