Again was my whole soul stirred within me, as I answered,-- "No, but with the precious blood of Christ. The blood of Christ cleanseth from all sin." The fountains had at last burst forth. They could not be checked, and my cold heart was melted within me. I felt like a poor guilty sinner, and, turning away, said,-- "My dear wife, _we_ must first find God, if we want to show him to our children. We cannot show them the way, unless we know it ourselves." And in the silent hour of the night I bowed beside that dear boy, and prayed, "Lord, I believe, help thou mine unbelief!" My wife, too, united with me, and we prayed jointly for ourselves and our child. And God heard our prayers, and received us, as he always does those who seek him with the whole heart. THE WAY TO OVERCOME. When first from slumber waking, No matter what the hour, If you will say, "Dear Jesus, Come, fill me with thy power," You'll find that every trouble And every care and sin Will vanish, surely, fully, Because Christ enters in. It may be late in morning, Or in the dark before, When first you hear his knocking; But open wide the door, And say to him, "Dear Jesus, Come in and take the throne, Lest Satan with his angels Should claim it for his own." For we are weak and sinful, "Led captive at his will." But thou canst "bind the strong man," Our heart with sweetness fill. So would we have "thy presence" From our first waking hour; All through the swift day's moments, Dwell thou with us in power. NEVER INDORSE. I shall not soon forget the family of Israel Day, who lived neighbor to my father when I was a boy. Mr. Day was working out as a laborer, and as he had a large family dependent upon his earnings for support, and sometimes it was difficult in our neighborhood to find employment, the family was poor, and the strictest economy had to be practiced to furnish the bare necessities of life. I often wondered how it happened that such a man as Mr. Day should be so poor. He had no intemperate or extravagant habits, and was a man of more than common education, and there was an air of intelligence and refinement about the entire family that commanded the respect of their neighbors. Mr. Day was industrious, but always seemed to me a man who had no ambition in life, and who expected and desired no more than a mere subsistence for his family. No one in the neighborhood knew anything of his history. The family had come from another State a few years previous, and while polite and friendly, they were very uncommunicative as to their former life, and there was something about them that forbade inquisitiveness.