ms,
when some great enterprise promises a profitable income. They profess,
perhaps, to be accumulating money for Christ; but, alas, to what a
painful extent does it fail of reaching the benevolent end proposed!
Worldly men accomplish much, for their hearts are enlisted. Professed
Christians, too, accomplish much in worldly projects, for their minds
become engrossed. What then could they not accomplish for Christ, if
their feelings were equally enlisted in his cause? They might have, in
serving Christ, intellects as vigorous, muscles as strong, and this
advantage in addition, a God on high who has vouchsafed to help them.

Take another view of the case. The child that is now sitting by your
side in perfect health, is suddenly taken sick. Its blooming cheeks turn
pale, and it lifts its languid and imploring eyes for help. You call a
physician, the most skillful one you can obtain. Do you think of expense?
A protracted illness swells the bill of the physician and apothecary to
a heavy amount. Do you dismiss the physician, or withhold any comfort
for fear of expense?

Your child recovers, and becomes a promising youth. He takes a voyage to
a foreign country. The ship is driven from her course, and wrecked on
some barbarous coast. Your son becomes a captive, and after long anxiety
you hear that he is alive, and learn his suffering condition; and you
are told that fifty dollars will procure his ransom. I will suppose you
are poor, have not a dollar at command, and that the sum can be raised
in no other way than by your own industry and toil. Now, I ask, how many
months would expire before you would save the sum from your hard
earnings, and liberate your son? But what is an Algerine dungeon? It is
a heaven, compared with the condition of the heathen. In the one case,
there are bodily sufferings; in the other, present wretchedness and
eternal agonies.

I once fell in company with a man of moderate circumstances, with whom I
used the above argument. He promptly replied, "It is true. Three years
ago I thought I could barely support my family by my utmost exertions.
Two years since, my darling son became deranged, and the support of him
at the asylum costs me four hundred dollars a year. I find that with
strict economy and vigorous exertion I can meet the expense. But if any
one had said to me three years ago, that I could raise four hundred
dollars a year to save a lost world, I should have regarded the remark
as the height of