The New Zealand Evangelist
The Reformed Husband.
We entered one day a cottage in the suburbs of Cork; a young woman was knitting stockings at the door. It was neat and comfortable as any in the most presperous district of England. We tell her brief story in her own words, as nearly as we can recall them; ‘My husband is a wheelwright, and always earned his guinea a week; he was a good workman, but the love for the drink was strong in him, and it wasn't often he brought me home more than 5s, out of his one-pound-one on a Saturday night, and it broke my heart to see the children too ragged to be sent to school, to say nothing of the starved look they had, out of the little I could give them. Well, God be praised, he took the pledge, and the next Saturday he laid twenty-one shillings upon the chair you sit upon. O! didn't I give thanks upon my bended knees that night. Still I was tearful it wouldn't last, and I spent no more than 5s. as I used to, saying to myself, May be the money will be more wanted than it is now! Well the next week he brought me home the same, and the next, and the next, until eight weeks had passed; and, glory to God! there was no change for the bad in my husband; and all the while he never asked me why there was nothing better for him out of his earnings; so I felt there was no fear for him, and the ninth week, when he came home to me I had this table bought, and these six chairs, one for myself, four for the children, and one for himself; and I was dressed in a new gown, and the children all had new clothes, and shoes, and stockings, and upon his chair I put a bran new suit, and upon his plate I put the bill and receipt for them all, just the eight sixteen shillings, the cost that I'd saved out of his wages, not knowing what might happen, and that always went for drink. And he cried like a baby, but it was with thanks to God; and now where's the healthier man than my husband in the whole county of Cork, or a happier wife than myself or decenter or better fed children than my own?'
—Mrs. Hall's Ireland.
Improvement Of Time.
The celebrated Earl of Chatham performed an amount of business, even minute, which filled common improvers of time with utter astonishment. He knew not merely the great outlines of public business, the policy and intrigues of foreign courts, but his page 89 eye was on every part of the British dominions; and scarcely a man could move without his knowledge of the man and his object. A friend one day called on him when Premier of England, and found him down on his hands and knees, playing marbles with his little boy, and complaining bitterly that the rogue would not play fair; gaily adding, “that he must have been corrupted by the example of the French!“. The friend wished to mention a suspicious-looking stranger, who, for some time had taken tip lodgings in London. Was he a spy, or merely a private gentleman? Pitt went to his drawer, and took out some scores of small portraits, and, holding up one which he had selected, asked, “Is that the man?” “Yes, the very person.” “O, I have had my eye upon him from the time he stepped on shore!“. All this was accomplished by a rigid observance of time; never suffering a moment to pass without pressing it into service. No one will try to improve his time unless he be first impressed with the necessity. Remember that at the very best calculation we can have but a short time in which to learn all and do all that we accomplish in life.—
Todd's Student's Manual.
At the strait gate there is room for soul and body, but not, for soul, and body, and sin.
Man is born crying, lives complaining, and dies disappointed from the world.
The world hate the godly for their holiness, though they always profess to do it for something else.—Watson.
It is worse to be like a beast, than to be a beast. It is no shame to be a beast, but it is a great shame to be like a beast. Sin makes man like a beast.—Watson.
Sincerity will shield from hell, hut not from slander, They who severe Satan have such a bad master that they will be afraid to receive their wages.—Watson.