going to discharge me?" "Edward, I am on my way
to heaven, and I want you to go with me." Tears came into the eyes of
both men as Edward took the merchant's extended hand and said, "I will,
sir." Dr. Carson afterwards received eleven men into his Church because
this trustee had consented to be a channel for the Holy Spirit.

Dr. Manley S. Hard talked with a physician about his soul, and, two days
after, the doctor entered the revival-meeting just before the
benediction, walked straight to the altar, and begged the people to
wait and pray for him, saying:

"I know it is late and you are all tired, but I want you to stay a
little while and pray for me. This has been an awfully hard day. I have
ridden fifty miles and visited more than twenty patients, but I am the
sickest man of them all. Two sermons have been preached to me; a
faithful one yesterday by my pastor; the other this morning when I had
to tell a woman she had better get ready to die, for she could not live.
As I drove away I said to myself, 'You have warned another, but you are
not ready yourself.'"

To go to a man and speak to him directly and plainly about his
responsibility to God, and warn him to flee from "the wrath to come,"
may take more courage than to preach to a thousand; but it pays, and it
must be done if the dying multitudes are ever saved.

STUDY XXIII.

CORRESPONDENCE.

Memory Verse: "Ye see how large a letter I have written unto you with
mine own hand."--(Gal. vi, 11.)

Scripture for Meditation: Philemon.

What a beautiful letter is that which Paul wrote to Philemon! How it
breathes affection, and sympathy, and tender entreaty! And it was
written _by his own hand_. Study this letter, and have your heart
saturated with its spirit. You will then know how to write "words that
touch" to your unsaved friends.

There are special occasions [Transcriber's note: original reads
'ocasions'], such as the time of bereavement, of sickness, of trial, or
of success, when this method may be employed to advantage. Many a soul
has been won for Christ, and many a lonely life cheered by a
sympathetic, wisely-worded letter, winged by prayer.

Sitting in a public park, a young man was seen poring over a letter
while the tears rained down his face, and he almost sobbed aloud. "It is
from my mother," he said. "She wrote it herself, and though I ran away
from home and broke her heart, yet she says that she still loves me, and
is praying for me, a