during a
terrible outbreak of cholera, he was summoned to a small fishing
village where the plague had broken out. As they approached the place
by boat, they saw a crowd of anxious watchers waiting for the doctor's
arrival. Suddenly an old man, of great height and strength, dashed
into the water, reached the boat ere it could reach the land, and
seizing the doctor in his mighty arms, carried him helpless through the
crowd to the bedside of his cholera-stricken grandson.

Brethren, if the plague spot of sin is upon you, seize upon the Hand of
the Good Physician, clasp Him in your arms, cry to Him now: "wash me
throughly [Transcriber's note: thoroughly?] from my wickedness, and
cleanse me from my sin!"

SERMON LXI.

WHAT THE FLOWERS SAY.

(Children's Flower Service.)

PSALM ciii. 15.

"As a flower of the field, so he flourisheth."

Children, have you ever heard of the language of flowers? Now, of
course, we know that flowers cannot speak as we can. I wish they
could. I think they would say such sweet things. But in one way
flowers do talk to us. When you give them some water, or when God
sends a shower of rain upon them, they give forth a sweet smell; I
think that the flowers are speaking then, I think that they are saying,
"thank you." Let us listen to the preaching of the flowers to-day.
What do they say to us? Well, some say one thing, some another; but
there is one thing which all of them say--"trust God." God takes care
of the flowers, and sends them dew, and rain, and sunshine, and fresh
air, and they tell us that the same God who cares for the flowers cares
also for us. And next, I think, all the flowers say to us, "thank
God." See how the daisies in the meadow seem to look up thankfully to
God. Someone says that God smiles on the earth, and that the earth
smiles back again with its flowers. Is not that a pretty thought,
children, that the flowers are the smiles of the grateful earth? Next,
the flowers say to us, "be contented." They are quite satisfied to
grow, and smell sweet, and look pretty, in the place where God puts
them. Now, just as God plants the flowers in a certain place, some up
high on the hills, others down low in the valley; some in the Queen's
greenhouse, others in the cottager's garden, so He puts you children in
your right place. Be quite sure, my children, that the best place for
us is where God puts us. Have you ever noticed the sweet-scented wall
flowers gr