to his guilt;
but there he stood, quite calm and unmoved. The judge and the jury
were quite surprised at his indifference; they could not understand
how he could take such a serious matter so calmly. When the jury
retired, it did not take them many minutes to decide on the verdict
"guilty"; and when the judge was passing the sentence of death upon
the criminal, he told him how surprised he was that he could be so
unmoved in the prospect of death.

When the judge had finished, the man put his hand in his bosom, pulled
out a document, and walked out of the dock a free man. Ah, that was
how he could be so calm; it was a free pardon from his king, which he
had in his pocket all the time. The king had instructed him to allow
the trial to proceed, and to produce the pardon only when he was
condemned. No wonder, then, that he was indifferent as to the result
of the trial. Now, that is just what will make us joyful in the great
day of judgment; we have got a pardon from the Great King, and it is
sealed with the blood of His Son.

THE CHICAGO FIRE.

After the Chicago fire took place, a great many things were sent to us
from all parts of the world. The boxes they came in were labelled "For
the people who were burned out," and all a man had to do was to prove
that he had been burned out, and he got a share. So here, you have but
to prove that you are poor, miserable sinners, and there's help for
you. If every man who is ruined and lost will cling to "try," there is
no hope; but if he give it all up as a bad job, then Christ will save
him. The law condemns us, but Christ saves us.

THE LOST SCHOLAR.

The superintendent of a Sabbath school in Edinburgh was walking down
the street one day, when he met a policeman leading a little boy by
the hand, who was crying bitterly. He stopped, and asked the policeman
what was the matter with the boy. "Oh," said the officer, "he has got
lost." The superintendent asked to look at him. They went to a lamp,
and held up the little fellow. Why, in a moment the boy knew his
superintendent, and flew to his arms. The gentleman took him from the
policeman, and the boy was comforted. The law has got us, but let us
flee into Jesus' arms, and we are safe.

A friend of mine in the North told me of a poor Scottish lassie, who
was very anxious about her soul. He told her to read Isaiah liii. She
replied, "I canna read, and I canna pray; Jesus, take me as I am!"
That was the true way; and Jesus just to