The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1845-06-23
SCENE IN A PASTORS STUDY.

SCENE IN A PASTORS STUDY.
A writer in the Christian Pnrlor Magazine gives the
following graphic sketch
am thinking now of that gentle tap from a timid
hand. II was just at this huohed twilight hour And
as I opened the door there stood daughter, dear
young disciple Of Jesus holding her grey haired faith
or by the hand. Poor old man, for more than sixty
years he had greveously snned against his Maker
and feared no coming judgment Scarcely once in
all that time had his shadow darkened the house Of
God. But in his old age sovereign grace had found
him out. An from the culver of God had
pierced his heart. For weeks he hid the wound from
his praying wife and children and although he would
toss night after night upon bed that brought no
sleep to his eyeids and sit down and rise up again
and again from his untouched food, the stubborn
would no. confess that the of the Almighty it
was, tina, was drinking up his spirit. Yet the grace
OF Savior was mightier than he. The quick eye of
his daughter upon him; her tears and her plead
ing followed him. God gave to her pleading voice
power to open the long-pent heart. 1t was poured
out in broken confessions Of guilt and pleas for mer-
CIV. And then, with what sweet persuasion she
drew him to the house Of her pastor.
"It is my father snid the adeclionate girl as he
entered my study tina, evening"; "he's come to ask
YOU if he can find q savior Speak, Father, do, and
tell him all about it, go, sir, Exclaimed the sob
bling old man, 81 the most miserable sinner-I
am just ready TO perish would give world for a
Saviour-but don't deserve one" ole is NIGH"
replied, ''unto all them that call upon Him. Flo
will hear their cry" But don't know how to 60 TO
him. eco tell him just what you have told me-
That you are a most miserable sinner, just ready to
perish, and that you deserve to perish; tell Him that
His atonng blood is all your hope and all your trust
Acknowledge that If ever you are saved the glory Of
your salvation must be all his but il you PERISH the
blame will be all your own "But will Tie save me
ailer have lived so long in sin against Him, and
when have nothing to give but powers and faculties
worn out in the service OF the world?" Hear Him
saying 'lIim tina, come,h unto me, will in no wise
cast out. ASK, and il shall be given YOU seek and
We shall find D 60 to Him. Cast yourself upon
The love which brought Him down to die for you ,und
though your sins be scarlet, they shall BIO white
snow. "Do, do, fa,her,'' interrupted the daughter
grasping his hands, and turning to him eye floating
in tenderness
The old man was overcome his head sank upon his
daughters bosom, his grey hairs were on her cheek
he wept aloud--we all wep,. "Sir," he cried, twill
you pray for me?' eyes, but it is you who are &c
repent, is you who to cast yourself upon soye
reign mercy for help" II there yonder, We
knslt side by side, while commended the trembling
sinner TO the mercy of Him, who forgive,h sins on
Iy." At my request he followed me in prayer. He
bowed to the very floor in the earnestness aud low
ness Of his plca-while his daughter bent over him
her hands folded and her fast tcklng falling
him. For nearly ten minutes he breathed for mercy
with an agony Of suppcaton that never heard sur
passed. then, if in despair of all further effort
claimed, ''there can do more--if Jesus will saw
me, will praise him for it forever; il he will not,
will never blame him. He must do as he pleases.
After moment's pause he added-''He may do q
he pleases.'
The struggle was over, the Of feeling wa
hushed, and when the old and took hi
sent again, the serenity Of heaven spreading il
self over his countenance. 81 do not know what
means,'' said he, "my anxiety is gone, and feel 6
peaceful" The daughter looked up inquirngly
caught the smile of her fathers face, and the nez
moment was in his bosom, sobbing as if her hea
would break in the excess Of her Joy. Wonderful
did her sobs and broken thanks chime in with the ar
gels tone of gladusss the sinner tina, repent
eth. The birth place Of that soul will mover be fo
gotten.
Nor will she forget it, who from the trumpbs ,
her dying hour, and when her eye was filled with vi,
ions Of eternal bliss, turned back to speak of Ii
time, when she knelt down weeping there and aro'
singing. Twas there I found hope in Christ, that
my anchor now. Tell my dear pastor, that when
was dying thanked him for leading me to the Sa
xiour, and will thank him again when meet hi
An glory: bid him be faithful and there will be man