owards him. Suppose a man comes to me, saying, "Mr.
Moody, a certain man told me to-day that he thought you were the
meanest man living." Well, if I didn't have a good deal of the grace
of God in my heart, then I know there would be hard feelings that
would spring up in my heart against that man, and it would not be long
before I would be talking against him. Hatred begets hatred. But
suppose a man comes to me and says, "Mr. Moody, do you know that such
a man that I met to-day says that he thinks a great deal of you?" and
though I may never have heard of him, there would be love springing up
in my heart. Love begets love; we all know that; but it takes the
grace of God to love the man that lies about me, the man that slanders
me, the man that is trying to tear down my character; it takes the
grace of God to love that man. You may hate the sin he has committed;
there is a difference between the sin and the sinner; you may hate the
one with a perfect hatred, but you must love the sinner. I can not
otherwise do him any good. Now you know the first impulse of a young
convert is to love. Do you remember the day you were converted? Was
not your heart full of sweet peace and love?

THE RIGHT OVERFLOW.

I remember the morning I came out of my room after I had first trusted
Christ, and I thought the old sun shone a good deal brighter than it
ever had before; I thought that the sun was just smiling upon me, and
I walked out upon Boston Common, and I heard the birds in the trees,
and I thought that they were all singing a song for me. Do you know I
fell in love with the birds? I never cared for them before; it seemed
to me that I was in love with all creation. I had not a bitter feeling
against any man, and I was ready to take all men to my heart. If a man
has not the love of God shed abroad in his heart, he has never been
regenerated. If you hear a person get up in prayer-meeting, and he
begins to speak and find fault with everybody, you may know that his
is not a genuine conversion; that it is counterfeit; it has not the
right ring, because the impulse of a converted soul is to love, and
not to be getting up and complaining of every one else, and finding
fault. But it is hard for us to live in the right atmosphere all the
time. Some one comes along and treats us wrongly, perhaps we hate him;
we have not attended to the means of grace and kept feeding on the
word of God as we ought; a root of bitterness springs up in our
he