their thousands when God fires their spirits, and their whole being is alive and thrills with joy. Money! nothing greatly spiritual was ever made by money, or was ever marred by money in this world. There is a touch of scorn in the Saviour’s words, “_Shew me the tribute money_.” Scorn of the vain worldly mind that was perplexing itself about tribute, while the love of God and the belief in judgment were fast dying out of human hearts. One sacred conviction in their hearts would have answered the question, and lifted them above the sphere of tribute—as Paul was lifted—into the region of that kingdom which would sweep Cæsar’s as a satellite in its sphere. Did the Lord foresee sadly the scene from which a few dark days divided them, when they would yield to Cæsar—these men, who were groaning and haggling over the tribute—absolutely everything that was God’s? (John xix. 7–16). The leader of the band who turned the world upside down witnessed this confession, “_Silver and gold have I none; but such as I have give I thee: in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise up and walk_.” They were poor as beggars, but richer in power to draw forth the treasures of this world than kings. What king’s command could have wrought this miracle? “_And the multitude of them that believed were of one heart and of one soul: neither said any of them that ought of the things which he possessed was his own; but they had all things common._” (Acts iv. 32.) In truth, this love of Christ is the universal solvent. Nothing remains any man’s own when once the heart is touched by this Divine fire. It melts all selfish separations and appropriations, as sun warmth the bonds of winter, and quickens in the universal human heart the glow and circulation of the spring. Nothing starves in summer for want of the bread that perishes; supplies lie thick everywhere around. And no Divine work stays for lack of the gold that perishes, when once the sun of the Divine love has loosed men’s hearts from the winter of their isolation and selfish grasping care. Don’t worry about the tribute. “_Trust in the Lord, and do good_,” and things will right themselves at once. Tribute will pour into the treasury, and even the exactors shall become ministers and yield their willing aid. “_Thine officers shall become peace, and thine exactors righteousness._” “_Kings shall be thy nursing fathers, and queens thy nursing mothers._” “_Violence shall be no more heard in thy land, wasting nor destruction within thy borders_,” if the King is in thy palaces; if thy heart, soul, and hand are loyally devoted to Christ. I often think, in these days of grand Christian institutions, with their vast fixed incomes and endowments, and all the magnificent apparatus without which it seems to us the Lord’s kingdom must perish out of this land and out of the world, of the little company who trudged wearily about the highways of Palestine, seeking their morning meal from