Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1863-04-04

-Iennyson.
CHRIST OUR GUEST.
When one of the boys in Falk's Orphans
Home had said the pious grace, Come, Lord
Jesus, be our guest, and bless what Thou
hast provided" little fellow looked up and
said =
''Do tell me why the Lord Jesus never
comes. We ask Him every day to sit with
us, and He never comes"
''Dear child, only believe, and you may be
sure He will come, for He does not despise
our invitation"
81 shall set Him seat" said the little fell
lows and just then was a knock at the door.
A poor, frozen apprentice entered, begging
nights lodging. He was made welcome; the
chair stood empty for him; every child want
ed him to have his plate; and one was la
menting that his bed was too small for the
stranger, who was quite touched by such I'M
common attentions. The little one had been
thinking hard all tho time:
Jesus could not come, and SO He sent
this poor man in His place; is that it?"
eyes, dear child, that is just it. Every
piece of bread and every drink of water we
give to the poor, or the sick, or the prisoners,
for Jesus sake, we give to Him. 'Inasmuch
as we have done it unto one of the least of
t. csc My breathren, ye have done it unto
Me-"
The children sang hymn of the love of God
to their guest before they parted for the night,
and neither he nor they were likely to forget
this simple Bible comment.
THE wATCHwoRD.
In one of the great rock galleries of Glib
raltar, two British soldiers had mounted
guard; one at each end of the vast tunnel.
One was a believing man whose soul had
found rest upon the rock of ages the other
was seekin rest, but had not found it.
1t was midnight, and these soldiers were
going their rounds, the one meditating on the
blood which had brought peace to his soIl
the other darkly brooding over his own dis
quietudes and doubts. Suddenly an officer
passes, challenges the former, and demands
the watchword ''The precious blood of
Christi called out the startled veteran, for
getting for a moment the password of the
night, and ANONYMOUSLY uttering the thought
which that moment was filling his soul. Next
moment he corrected himself, and the officer,
no doubt amazed, passed on. But the words
he spoke had rung through the gallery, and
entered the ears of his fellow soldier at the
other end, like a message from heaven. 1t
seemed as if an angel had spoken, or rathe +
as if God himself had proclaimed the good
news iii that still hour. ''The precious blood
of Christi" Yes; that was peace. His trou-
bled soul was now at rest. That midnight
voice had spoken the good news to him, and
God had carried home the message. 'The
precious blood of Christi strange but blessed
watchword; never to be forgotten. For many
day and year, no doubt, it would be the joy
and rejoicing of his heart.
POWER OF PIETY.
If we know that an individual holds COM
munion with God, that fact tends to give us
confidence in him. Something within tells US
that the praying person is one who will not
injure us, and one whom we can safely trust.
1t was upon this principle that an infidel who
was travelling, and who was overtaken by
nightfal in lonely and dangerous place, con-
fessed that he was relieved of his fears of be-
ing assassinated when the owner of the cabin
where he had taken shelter led the family in
prayer before retiring to rest. The inidel
slept soundly after such manifestationXof
christianity, A cabin rooted and walled. by
prayer could notb an unsafe place he thought.
We have another incident illustrating the
same point. In exercising hospitality to
clergyman who arrived at a dwelling late in
the evening, the heads of the house surren-
dered to him their own chamber. Their little
daughter, three years of age, was asleep in the
crib, and they concluded not to disturb her.
Quite early in the morning she awoke, and
looking towards the bed usually occupied by
her parents saw stranger there. At first she
was startled, and covered her head with the
counterpane. Soon, however, she peeped
out, and said, 'man do you pray to Godr'
YES" was the answer; 81 love God, and
pray to him every day" This satisfied the
little inquirer she smiled, turned over, and
dropped asleep.
UNITY ON THE Bosom OF CHRIsT.-The
bosom of Christ is the grave, the only grave
OF religious acrimony; we learn secrets there
which render it possible for us to be of one
heart, If we may not yet be of one mind, with
all who lean upon it with us. For, slightly as
VS. may think to heal long-festering hurts,
there Is no cure for religious dssension ex-
cept that of spiritual acquaintance with God,
as revealed to us in the mind and spirit of Je-
sus Christ To "acquaint ourselves" thus
with GOD is 'to be at peace" for it is to learn
how far more strong than all which separates
is that which unites us in Him. So long as
the external is more to us than the vital. the
accidental clearer than the essential, SO long.
in Short as we are more churchmen. more
Protestants, more anything than christians.
religious acerbity will continue. 1t ceases So