And his prayer was signally answered. Never did Page lose an opportunity of holding up the lamp to souls. By letters, by conversation, by tracts, by prayers, by appeals and warnings, as well as by a holy and an earnest example, did he try to reclaim the wandering or edify the believer. In factories, in schools, and elsewhere, did this mechanic labour, and only the mighty power of grace can explain how one so humble could achieve so much: his life is a speaking comment on the words, "God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty. And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are." "Our faith in eternal realities is weak," he cried, "and our sense of duty faint, while we neglect the salvation of our fellow-beings. Let us awake to duty, and while we have a tongue or pen, devote them to the service of the Most High, not in our own strength, but with strong faith and confidence in him." LOVE TO SOULS. Now, the record of this man's life shows that no day was allowed to pass without something done for the good of others' souls. What Page mainly aimed at was the conversion of the unconverted; and the extent to which he was honoured may be viewed as at once an encouragement and a reproof. His own soul was all aglow when he heard of one after another brought to the Saviour. While he wept over men's impenitence, he exulted when he heard they had welcomed the call. He tried to win the young and warn the old, and his pleadings with sinners were sometimes most pathetic. "Shall neither man nor God," he said to one, "hear from your lips, 'O my sins, my sins, I fear they will ruin my soul for ever?' Shall no prayer, 'God, be merciful to me a sinner,' break from your heart?" "You are now in an awful crisis," he said to another. "Your eternal all may depend on the course you take. The Lord has taught you by his Spirit that you are a wretched, perishing sinner. You feel that you have no preparation for heaven, and see nothing before you but eternal woe. O, my friend, /there is a refuge/. The Lord Jesus invites, in melting strains, 'Look to me, and live; come unto me, and find rest!' O go to Him /now/, as you value your precious, your immortal soul." A SPIRITUAL HARVEST.