He is on an errand. He world. Christ is one sent. comes needed but uninvited. the race when nothing awaits Him but a manger and a He intrenches in a hostile world and undertakes cross. If its subjugation. He is seeking the lost. He has the alertness of a hunter. We are to have His Spirit. Thus the New Testament Church is the mightiest missionary society ever launched upon the sea of the centuries. you can not keep step with this cause, beware. You will be left in the wilderness alone. Christ always marches at the head of His Church.-C. H. Fowler. MOTHERS. Christian Motherhood. Every child is a bundle of tremendous possibilities; and whether that child shall come forth to life, its heart attuned to the eternal harmonies, and after a life of usefulness on earth go to a life of joy in Heaven, or whether across it shall jar eternal discords, and after a life of wrong-doing on earth it shall go to a home of impenetrable darkness and an abyss of immeasurable plunge, is being decided by nursery song and Sabbath lesson, and evening prayer, and walk, and ride, and look, and frown and smile. Oh, how many children in glory, crowding all the battlements and lifting a million-voiced hosanna,. were brought to God through Christian parentage! A daughter came to a worldly mother and said she was anxious about her sins, and she had been praying all night. The mother said: "Oh, stop praying. I don't believe in praying. Get over all these religious notions, and I'll give you a dress that will cost $500, and you may wear it next week to that party." The daughter took the dress, and she moved in the gay circle, the gayest of the gay, that night. Sure enough, all religious impressions were gone, and she stopped praying. A few months after this, when she came to die, she said in her closing moments: Mother, I wish you would bring me that dress which cost $500." The mother thought it a very strange request, but she brought it to please the dying child. "Now," said the daughter, "mother, hang that dress on the foot of my bed." The dress was hung there -on the foot of the bed. Then the dying girl got up on one elbow and looked at her mother. Pointing to the dress, she said: "Mother, that dress is the price of my soul." Oh, what a momentous thing it is to be a mother! --TALMAGE. Seventy-Six. Seventy-six and wondrous fair My mother, with her silvery hair. In purity beyond compare. I can but guess the weight of care At seventy-six. When down the sunset road I fare, At seventy-six. MARGARET HOLMES BATES. Good Mothers. There Good mothers are very dear to their children. is no mother in the world like our own mother. My friend Sanders from Glasgow says: "The mither's breath is aye sweet." Every woman is a handsome woman to her own son. That man is not worth hanging who does not love his mother. When good women lead their little ones to the Savior, the Lord Jesus blesses not only the children, but their mothers. Happy are they among women who see their sons and their daughters walking in the truth.SPURGEON. Industrious Mothers. Who are the industrious men in all our occupations and professions? Who are they managing the merchandise of the world, building the walls, tinning the roofs, weaving the carpets, making the laws, governing the nations, making the earth to quake, heave, roar and rattle with the tread of gigantic enterprises? Who are they? For the most part they descended from industrious mothers, who, in the old homestead, used to spin their own yarn, weave their own carpets, plait their own |