ldn't sleep. By and by, about midnight, he
got up and said, "I will get a Bible and find where Christ contradicts
himself, and then I'll have a reason," and he turned to the book of
John. My friends, if you want a reason for not loving Christ, don't turn
to John. He knew Him too long. I don't believe a man can read the gospel
of John without being turned to Christ. Well, he read through, and found
no reason why he shouldn't love Him, but he found many reasons why he
should. He read this book, and before morning he was on his knees, and
that question put by that little child led to his conversion.

The Dying Child.

A lady had a little child that was dying. She thought it was resting
sweetly in the arms of Jesus. She went into the room and the child asked
her: "What are those clouds and mountains that I see so dark?" "Why,
Eddy," said his mother, "there are no clouds or mountains, you must be
mistaken." "Why, yes, I see great mountains and dark clouds, and I want
you to take me in your arms and carry me over the mountains." "Ah,"
said the mother, "you must pray to Jesus, He will carry you safely,"
and, my friends, the sainted mother, the praying wife, may come to your
bedside and wipe the damp sweat from your brow, but they cannot carry
you over the Jordan when the hour comes. This mother said to her little
boy, "I am afraid that it is unbelief that is coming upon you, my child,
and you must pray that the Lord will be with you in your dying moments."
And the two prayed, but the boy turned to her and said: "Don't you hear
the angels, mother, over the mountains, and calling for me, and I cannot
go?" "My dear boy, pray to Jesus, and He will come; He only can take
you." And the boy closed his eyes and prayed, and when he opened them a
heavenly smile overspread his face as he said, "Jesus has come to carry
me over the mountains."

Dear sinner, Jesus is ready and willing to carry you over the mountains
of sin, and over your mountains of unbelief. Give yourself to Him.

The Finest Looking Little Boy Mr. Moody ever Saw.

A few years ago I was in a town down in our state, the guest of a family
that had a little boy about thirteen years, who did not bear the family
name, yet was treated like the rest. Every night when he retired, the
lady of the home kissed him and treated him in every respect like all
the other children. I said to the lady of the house, "I don't understand
it." I think he was the finest looking boy I h