allow of his remaining in the Home, and the next day he was removed to another hospital, where he was treated with the greatest kindness, and after a short time placed in a small ward alone, and his friends allowed to visit him at any time.

Here I visited him. His features could not be mistaken, but his frame was spent with suffering, and his eyes shone with an unnatural brightness, but his tone was one of triumphant joy. "I'm going home," he said, "going fast. The thoughts that fill my soul are all joy-victory. I lie awake all night, but it's joy; and I watch the day dawn, and I do so long for the dawn of heaven. Oh how glad I'll be when the summons comes. I feel almost vexed when people tell me I am better, it seems like turning away from my home."

He often remarked how wonder

fully the texts and hymns he had learned long ago were brought to his mind. They seemed lit up by heavenly rays, and filled with new beauty and glory, comforting, strengthening, in moments of weakness and weariness. "Don't stay

your hand sowing," he said, "even if you don't see fruit. The Lord's time will come." And truly we felt that our seed-sowing is like the work of the servants at the marriage of Cana in Galilee. We can fill the waterpots with water, but Jesus alone in His own good time can turn our water into wine.

One morning I saw him he seemed very weak, almost too weak to speak, but he slowly said, "I've nothing to do but to lie in the arms of Jesus, so loving, so strong. My Jesus, I love thee; but my love is nothing, nothing. It's all lights and shadows; but the shadows will soon be gone.

It's all lights there. I'm like a tired child lying in its mother's arms; so tired, but strong arms under me. I wish I had the boys here, my brothers. They must come home; not one must be missing in the band around the throne."

Another day he said, "It's as if I was wrapped up in Christ, and the Father sees me in Him, and the love He gives Him He gives me. He cannot love Christ without loving me."

"Where should you be without Christ?" asked one. "Stranded,' he said.

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Well, Joe," said another, "is it peace to-day?" "No, sir; that's not the word-its Joy."

Another day friends visiting him found him very weak. He asked them to sing

"When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the sky."

As they sang he suddenly seemed

to gain strength, and sang with them in quite a loud voice. Then he asked for

"In trouble and in grief, O Lord."

They sang together. When they came to the last verse, "Stop," he said, "I've done with grief; there's none for me now."

(To be concluded in our next.)

COME TO JESUS.

POOR weary wanderer, out of sight,
With no kind friends around you,
You think that no one sees your plight-
Jesus Christ hath found you.

Jesus bids you seek a home
Where all is bright for ever,
And where before the holy throne
There flows the silver river.

Jesus bids you seek a rest

In the bright heaven above you.
Little wanderer, don't resist,
Jesus Christ doth love you.

Jesus is your Shepherd kind,

With thousands more He leads you, Nor would that one were left behind; He with His blessings feeds you.

He leadeth you in pastures green,
Pastures full of flowers,
And never there a cloud is seen
Through all the sunny hours.

Come to Jesus, little one,

Jesus will receive you;

And when life's mournful tale you tell,
Jesus will believe you.

The dearest friend upon the earth
May some day deceive you;
When you come to Jesus Christ,
He will never leave you.

K. F. S.

"MINISTERING CHILDREN."

MINISTERING children! What are they?
I think I hear some wee one say.
Little one, they are those who love
Their Saviour who's in heaven above.