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and individual griefs, and cares, and sorrows. I will track them to their source-your heart. You cannot shake them off, you

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cannot. You can with greater ease shake off your skin. Are you not heavy laden? Then you are invited. God spake in the olden time, and said " Abraham, Abraham ;" and Abraham said—“Here am I.” He called another, saying"Samuel, Samuel ;" and the child, taught by the aged Eli, made answer -“Speak, Lord, for Thy servant heareth.” Jesus, the Saviour of Sinners, maketh enquiry for the heavy laden; and our reply is—“Lord, such are we.”

Rest." What do people do amid the multitude of their cares and sorrows, and griefs, and trials, and bereavements, and I know not what beside. (None are free from these at all times) what do they do, I say? Whom lo they make their friend? To whom do they turn or solace ? Isolate themselves they will not, they eannot.

Do they go to the World? Well! The world can aise a diversion in man's favour. It can get up a hew, a procession, a gaudy gazing stock. But then t is soon over.

It quickly passes by. Excitement is ut ephemeral. And if the world pretends to be a ninister of religion, you can see through the cheat. t is a mock Priest. He cleanses indeed the outside сир and the platter, but the inside is untouched,

The world will not do, brethren, will ? Have you tried ? I have.

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hearsay. And yet, alas ! when the proud and boastful world struts forth like a Jezebel, with painted face, and tired head, and cries aloud to the sons of men" Come unto me, and I will give you rest,” how many go at her beck and call ! She has more followers than Jesus Christ, more by far.

Is it the flesh that some would make their friend ? Well! the flesh spreadeth a table, and layeth out thereon many a dainty dish.

This is true enough. She hath also secret revels, and quick-winged messengers of lightsome joys. But the table is coarse, and soon soiled; and the revelry is like electric shock; 'tis here; 'tis there ; No, 'tis gone! Is this rest? Not to me. And if I may regard my nature as a sample of human nature, not to you! Do I speak the truth ? (Let truth be our friend at whatever cost.) The flesh will not do, my brethren, will it? And yet here is a very Goliath ; and like his namesake of old, he defieth the armies of the living God. Why, one single captain of his, conquers and enslaves myriads--Drunkenness ! I need not mention Fornication, Uncleanness, Lasciviousness, an Evil Eye. Oh! the Flesh hath a mighty staff. Where is David? Are you David ? Am I? Where is our sling?

There is but one other, after the World and the Flesh have gone by. Who is he? Oh! you know. I will not call him by his real name. No! that would shock you. By what name would he be called, suppose you? By this—“An Angel of Light.” That is the

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guise he assumes with us to-day; and not to-day only; but to-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow; lighting fools the way to more than dusky death. He is the deceiver, and the Antichrist. And who would choose a deceiver for his friend ? None, consciously ; many unconsciously. Rest! Rest! in sin and Satan? In the bottomless pit? Impossible. But somehow, God allows him to have strange power, he is too much for many

of We are not disposed to follow these, my brethren ; they serve not our turn. And yet these are the nighty triumvirate of rulers that we must obey, unless ve obey Jesus Christ.

Having reviewed the pretensions of the three, we re more than ever disposed to submit to the authority f the One. Is it so ? Then this is a critical moment.

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Come unto Me, all ye that labour.” Your eart beats quick; and consciousness of misery, of laour, of sorrow, suggests an immediate compliance th the Saviour's invitation. Your decision-Yes, or o! My commission extends no further. one canst order the unruly wills and affections of iful men.' I have tried to shew, dear brethren, that you are

sort of people invited by the Saviour; and this in eneral way. If I could go aside from the multitude,

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laden sinners with more distinct and vivid reality. But I need not do this, brethren. You do it yourselves. This day. Will you be to-morrow what you were yester-morn ? What is the good of preaching, then ? But—Hope is enough for the preacher; and, in all labour there is profit.

Rest! The labourer plods his weary way, in hopes of finding rest at home. The warrior fights his way through battle-fields, to find rest in glory or in peace. The tradesman plies his trade with diligence, and thinks of rest in retirement and in competence. The sinner, and yet the saint; a labourer, a warrior, and a tradesman; finds Rest in Christ, his home; his glory; his peace; his retirement; his competence. All harmonious names in one-his Saviour !

Is he called to labour and earn bread in the sweat of his brow? He is more than satisfied. Jesus, he says, was a labourer, and earned His bread thus; but His sweat was, as it were, great drops of blood, falling to the ground; that blood which cleanseth from all sin. If the blood of martyrs is the seed of the church, the blood of Christ is the seed of Rest. " Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.” Come, this is our home; sweet, sweet home. Is the Christian called to fight? To be a man of

To gird on armour; to clutch shield and sword, He is ore than satisfied. Jesus is the Captain of his salvation. He fights manfully under the banner of Christ. He is more than conqueror. The campaign

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ended, he exclaims-"I have fought the good fight; henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of life.” ... Rest. Rest in heaven; and he hears a voice saying unto him~"Well done, good and' faithful servant, enter into the joy of thy Lord;" in other words, “ Come unto Me, and I will give you

rest.” Is the Christian called to be a tradesman ? Think not there is no nobleness in trade; nor suppose, that a common-place sound, will mar the dignity of martial prowess. The Saviour hath committed talents to his trust, and said to him~"Occupy till I come.” The Christian is a tradesman, and knows that soon he may be called upon to give an account how much he has gained, or lost !

This world is a curious mart of merchandize ; and nany traffickers resort to the markets; and many a not of earnest men you shall see on 'Change. There s much buying and selling ; and property changes mands often. Oh! 'tis a busy scene. What is that nan doing ? Selling his birth-right for a mess of potage! And what is that man so intent upon ? Offering oney for the Holy Ghost; bidding for a Bishopric, nayhap; or a more homely cure of souls. A Christian eed be a wise man, to be an honest tradesman in ch commerce as this. Put this question to all the ayers and sellers, in this strange and motley marketace. “What shall it profit a man, if he gain the hole world and lose his own soul ?” Verily, it shall ofit him nothing; it shall be an infinite loss.

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