"Then do not seek, with anxious care,
What you shall eat, or drink, or wear;
Your Heavenly Father will you feed;
He knows that all these things you need.

"Without reserve give Christ your heart;
Let him his righteousness impart ;
Then all things else he'll freely give;

With him you all things shall receive."

Amen! My soul is a witness to the truth of these lines. Truly might the apostle say, that the promises are yea and amen in Christ Jesus. But while we remember with gratitude our kind friends through whom, as a medium, God conveys temporal blessings to his needy children, we cannot help reflecting, that many who give their goods to feed the poor will miss of heaven at last, because they have made a Saviour of their good works. Let us be careful to remember that "there is none other name under heaven given among men whereby we must be saved," but the name of Jesus.

I am reminded of another little circumstance, which claims a place in this golden chain of providences. It was but a few days since, as I was getting ready on Saturday to go to Rome poorhouse, a distance of twenty-seven miles, to preach the gospel, the tempter whispered in my ear, “You have no money to spare on such occasions." Here I found it necessary to climb up the ladder that led to the garret of my cabin, and tell my Heavenly Father all about my troubles. He listened to me kindly, and graciously permitted me to pour all my

troubles into his bosom. I came down from my sanctum, feeling assured that the Lord would not suffer me to go a warfare at my own charges. I set out at once, and in a few minutes the iron-horse landed us in the village of Rome. I had not been there long, before some individual met me with a friendly salutation, and, giving me a hearty shake of the hand, passed on, leaving a five-dollar note in my hand. I know not who he was, or from whence he came; probably I never shall, until the books are opened above. But I fully believe that it came as directly from God as did the meat and bread that was brought to Elijah by the ravens. My fare on the cars was only one dollar, but I have always found the Lord a good paymaster. It is the pure in heart that can plainly see the hand of God in lesser as well as in greater blessings, and thankfully acknowledge him in all his ways.

Reader, I have been relating to you the kind dealings of my Heavenly Father to me for the last year of my narrative. The few incidents I have given you have been selected from many like providences, and are characteristic of God's dealings with me since I entered into his gracious service, although I did not see them so plainly while travelling in twilight, as I have since I entered the land of Beulah. And I solemnly believe, that if I prove faithful to Him that hath called me, sooner than I should lack the comforts of life, God would place a key in one of my hands, and his draft in the other,

and, with the full assurance of faith, I could unlock the heart, the pocket, or the granary of the various misers on earth.

I wish to say a word here to my local brethren in the ministry. Satan will tempt you that you are working for nothing. Remember what St. Peter says, and you will at once detect his falsehood: "Feed the flock of God which is among you, taking the oversight thereof, not by constraint, but willingly; not for filthy lucre, but of a ready mind; neither as being lords over God's heritage, but being ensamples to the flock: and when the chief Shepherd shall appear, ye shall receive a crown of glory that fadeth not away."

CHAPTER XXXI.

I AM often astonished when I look back upon the first part of my Christian pilgrimage, and reflect upon my stupidity and blindness upon the great subjects of temperance and slavery. Although the curtain of my moral vision has been gradually rolling up, yet I think I never saw these two huge monsters, this Gog and Magog, in their true light until within the last three years.

During the fifteen years that I was engaged on public works, I presume to say that very few men followed more drunkards to the grave than I did

Probably ten thousand dollars would not purchase the liquor that was drank within that time by those in my employ.

Alas! how indifferent one may become by constant familiarity with scenes of drunkenness, debauchery, and death. I thank God that he has fully awakened me to a sense of my responsibility as a man and a Christian. St. James informs us that "pure religion, and undefiled before God, is to visit the fatherless and the widow in their affliction ;" and then, as if aware that in searching out the abodes of poverty, we should come in contact with vice and corruption, he adds, "keep yourselves unspotted from the world." Visit the widow in her affliction; not when her quarter's rent is due, to pinch from her hard-earned pittance your claim, but visit her to relieve, to console, and to instruct in righteousness. There are thousands that alcohol has robbed of a kind father and husband, house and home, and all the comforts that make life desirable; and while you are administering comfort, and wiping away the tear of sorrow, keep yourself "unspotted from the world." Not by avoiding them, and passing by on the other side, as if you would say, "I am better than thou;" but by following Christ's example, who ate and drank with publicans and sinners, seeking thereby to instil into their minds his pure and righteous principles. It was from reflections such as these that I decided to join the Sons of Temperance, My motive was not

to sustain the Division, as an abstract thing, but to labour for the cause of the poor; believing, as I do, that the Sons are nobly engaged in efforts to relieve the widowed and orphaned sufferers of their common enemy, alcohol. We have often proved that "union is strength." We find it so in our Church organizations. As a body, we can accomplish more in the work of saving souls, than we could do separately. The same is true of the Order to which we have referred.

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Let us glance for a moment at the call for labourers in this vineyard. There is in our own village a distillery converting annually twenty thousand bushels of breadstuff, which God in his mercy has provided to sustain life, into an instrument of death, fitted to carry the fires of hell into the peaceful abodes of thousands of families. goes, there rests a blighting curse. tender hearts, interwoven by the ties of consanguinity and holy affection, are torn asunder and left bleeding. O when God comes to make inquisition for blood, shall it not cry unto him from the ground? But this is not all. Eight or ten established rumholes are actively engaged, most of them seven days in the week, in spreading the work of death and black damnation.

Our division of brave Sons, who are a detachment from a standing army of more than thirty-five thousand, have thrown themselves into the breach, and while with one hand they wage war against