herself, trusting, and not afraid. This was her confidence, that there was more love in that heart to her than the outward conduct of Jesus might seem to indicate. It was that confidence which sustained her from first to last. It was that confidence which carried her over all the obstructions thrown successively before her. It was that confidence which sharpened her wit, and gave her courage to snatch out of Christ's own hand the weapon by which her last and greatest victory was won. It was that confidence in him, in spite of all adverse appearances, which pleased the Lord so much, — for he likes, as we all do, to be trusted in, — and which drew from him the unwonted expression at once of approval and admiration, "O woman, great is thy faith!" It is the same kind of simple trust in Jesus that we need; and in us, too, if we but had it in like degree, it would accomplish like blessed results. What the silence and the sentences of Jesus were to that entreating woman, crying after Jesus to have her poor child cured, his ways and his dealings, in providence and in grace,

are to us crying after him for the healing of our own or others' spiritual maladies. We cry, but he answers not a word; we entreat, but he turns upon us a frowning countenance; when he speaks, his words seem to cut us off from comfort and from help. But deal as he may with us, hide himself as he may, speak roughly as he may, let us still believe that there beats in that heart of the Redeemer a love to us upon which we can at all times cast ourselves in full, unbounded trust.

"Woman, great is thy faith: be it unto thee even as thou wilt. And her daughter was made whole from that very hour."

DR. HANNA.

INTERCESSION.

Not yet, his ministry of love complete,
Rests our Redeemer in his throne on high;
But bearing still a lost world on his heart,
And still remembering of the cross its smart,
Above the sky

An Intercessor pleads, for you and I !

Swift glance those eyes that are "a flame of fire;"

Ne'er could we sinners dare approach so nigh That great white throne to see, though bowed in

prayer;

While rolling thunders waken justice there
To spurn our cry:

Did Christ not also plead for you and I!

But sweet the thought to every heart oppressed
Through battle with the foe, "If any sin
We have an Advocate" with the Just One,
Who'll turn his wrath because he loves the Son,
Give grace to win,

And help till through that grace we enter in.

Most precious Mediator! grant that we
From thy rich fulness may receive supply
Whene'er we struggle in the fight, or kneel
Thy sympathizing, strengthening aid to feel:
E'en till we die,

Remembering thou art pleading in the sky!

REV. G. G. PHIPPS.

DOUBT DISPELLED.

Notice for your comfort some of the ways in which the Lord of love banishes the midnight of the soul. Sometimes he removes all gloom by the sun of his providence. He bids prosperity shine into the window of the hovel, and the poor grow rich; he lifts the beggar from the dung-hill, and sitteth him among princes. The wings of angels bear healing to the sick; and the man long tossing on his bed walks forth to breathe the pure, sweet air so long denied him. The great

Arbiter of all events doth but turn the wheel of fortune, and those who were lowest are highest, the last are the first, and the first are the last. He can do the same for any of us, both in temporals and in spirituals, if so it seemeth him good. He hath but to ordain it so, and our poverty will be exchanged for plenty. Our Lord often cheers his people with the moon of their experience, which shines with borrowed light, but yet with a brightness calm and tranquil, well-beloved by the sons of sorrow. He bids us recollect

the days of old, and our spirit maketh diligent search: we find that he has never left his people, neither to ourselves hath he been treacherous. We remember when we were in a like case to the present; we note that we were well sustained, and ultimately delivered; and so we are encouraged to believe that to-day shall be as the past, and yet more abundantly. Frequently our heavenly Father cheers his children by a sight of Jesus going before. That defile between overhanging rocks is so dark! I, a poor timid child, shrink back from it; but how is my courage restored as I see Jesus bearing the lantern of his love, and going before me into the thick darkness! Hark! I hear him say, "Follow me ;" and, while he speaks, I perceive a light streaming from his sacred person; every thorn of his crown gleams like a star; the jewels of his breastplate flash like lamps, and his wounds gleam with celestial splendor. "Fear not," saith he, "for in all your afflictions I have been afflicted. I was tempted in all are, though without sin.”

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