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many Regeneration, or a new life in Christ Jesus, this following conviction of sin, after which the new-born believer experienced the joy that the world knoweth not of and which endures forever. Compared with this heaven born joy the pleasures and joys of this world are as nothing. We also heard that this life is but a pilgrim age journey, and that the godly must expect suffering and affliction, persecution and pri vation; that while on this journey our Heaven ly Father will guard, guide and richly bless llis children and that when the pilgrimage was ended the call would come to come up higher unto the eternal mansions prepared by our loving Saviour for llis purchased and beloveti followers. Heaven was a real place, preached about in a powerful and compelling way, and the tempted and tried child of Cod rejoiced over the privilege while down here of sharing in His Divine Master's sufferings, for the glories of that eternal home of blessedness was surely to be his everlasting portion. The hour of death was pictured then as the hour of triumph and deliverance, and we listened for the very last words of the dying saint as the very choicest utterances of our beloved; for were they not passing into the immediate presence of the lilessed Christ Him self? To those whose privilege it was to sit under sueli preaching the so-called pleasures and al lurements of this present world offered no sort of enticement, for they had been laying up treasure in heaven above, and their delight and glorious inheritance was up there and not here. They were drinking at the fountain of God's providing, and feeding on the bread from heaven, even upon Christ Himself. No wonder that the spiritual was uppermost in their thought and in their life; and prayer was a habitual delight. What do we find in regard to the greater part of today's preaching? In conclusion, may we call to mind our Lord's message to Laodicea, and ask ourselves the question : Are Ave perhaps in that dispen sation? And remember at the same time our Master's question, "When the Son of Man com eth shall be find faith on the earth?" Why did Laodicea need such a message, and why did our Lord ask the latter question? Charlottesville, Va. A LIVING CHRIST. Personally I have 110 more use for a dead Christ than 1 have for a molten image. The Christ who once did loving deeds and does them no more, who once spoke words of com fort but has been silent for centuries, means nothing to me. It is the Christ whose fellow ship I can share, that I want, the Christ who in danger says now as once he said, "Fear not, I am with thee," a Christ of whom we can still say, "There stood by me this night one whose I am, and whom I serve," a Christ who, when we have done our best and all that re mains is the consciousness of our own impo tence, we realize is near us, that is the Christ I want, and that is the Christ my faith today acclaims. The "seeing him who is invisible" is the awakening of our soul, the emerging pf our efforts, the sustaining of our courage, and that shall one day be the thousandfold reward of our poor service, when we see him as he is, and in complete fellowship shall be made in his likeness. ? Dr. Wilfred T. Grenfell. A LIFE LONG DREAM By James Anderson. CHAPTER V. The barking of the collie awoke Margaret earlier next morning than usual. He was frisking and gamboling and running excitedly between the barn and the house. Margaret peeped out and a saw a man brushing the straw oil" his clothes and at the same time playing with the dog. lie turned around and Margaret rushed out, half-dressed, shouting, "For mercy's sake, Bill, did ye drap frae the clouds?" A vigorous hand-shaking, in which four hands participated, demonstrated instinc tively, practically, and in every other way, that former differences were remembered no more. In her excitement a volley of questions were fired at him without giving him much time to reply, but Margaret paused, and then Bill had his innings. "I loo's faither an' his new wife?" "IIoo's Jeames an' the smidy?" "Wha's the new precentor?" "Hoo's the choir gettin' on?" "Hoo's?" "Oh, Bill, ye winna lia'e heard that Gracie Mills has been gey ill?" "Sure, no, Margaret. It isna serious, is it?" he asked, evincing some concern. "It micht be. Tibbie's over there noo. She lias been very attentive." "What's like the maitter?" asked Bill, mop ping his forehead. "Naebody kens. She hasna been strong for a twal-month, but aboot a month syne she be cam' sae bad that the doctor in Cupar was sent for. He made a few jaunts tae the hoose an' said the case was peculiar an' he couldna understan' it. Ye ken Hawthorn isna often visited by the King o' Terrors, an' when His Majestee daes come tae the toon it's tae bal ance the books o' some ane wha has been bor rowin' ower muckle frae the bank o' Time. The doctor quoted Shakespeare the ither day an' said, 'What can cure a mind diseased?' He thinks there's something like brain trouble threatened." "Then the doctor thinks she's in danger?" asked Bill, rising and reaching for his hat. "Everybody daes. We had prayers i' the kirk for 'er. Some wha ha'e seen her say that she's sae low noo that the end eanna be far off, unless the turn comes sune Hold on, Hill, whaur are ye hurrying tae?" "I'm gaen tae see Mrs. Mills aboot Grace. I'll be back aifter a while," and Bill went off at a run. Grace was resting quietly, and Tibbie said to J oan : "Guess wha's in the sittin' room? The best doctor in the warld for Grace, I'm think in', has arrived. Oh. Joan, gae ben an' speak tae him an' I'll wait here." "What doctor is it, Tibbie?" Tibbie put her mouth to Joan's ear and whispered, "Bill Dawson." With a bound, Mrs. Mills was in front of him, and, as if he had been a long-lost lover, caught him around the neck and laid her head upon his shoulder, giving way to a torrent of tears. After she became composed Bill asked if he could see Gracie. Mrs. Mills replied, "Na, na. She's ower ill tae see onybody. Bill, it's a maitter o' life an' death for her. She has been callin' for you in her delirium. Tell me, her heartbroken mither, if ye care for her." "Mrs. Mills, that's a' that brocht me back; tliinkin' that me an' her micht mak up again." Joan rushed back to the sick room intending to communicate the good news to Tibbie, but found her working with the patient. Iler fever had increased, her face wore an expres sion as if in pain and she was more restless and nervous than she had been at any previous stage of her illness. Had the proximity of the two kindred spirits anything to do with her disturbance? "Gracie, darlin', is the pain in yer head come back again?" asked the mother, but the invalid made no reply. "Wina ye teli me what's makin' ye sae un comfortable?" Grace said, "Tibbie, will yo pray for me?" Tibbie dropped at once to her knees, but "Gudc Lord; glide Lord," was all the length she got when her full heart, sorrow and joy competing for its occupancy, disabled her for saying more. Just then the doctor called and looked at the patient, then went into the sitting room and told Bill that her condition was critical. The strain upon her heart had been so severe that unless she got a natural sleep soon something might snap. After the doctor left the room Tibbie threw herself by the bedside and, addressing Ilim who alone can conquer Death, said, "Lord, ye can dea it noo. I kent we could lippin tae ye. Ye've sent him hame ; noo heal up the sair liert an' mak a' thing richt." Bill was listening intently outside the bedroom door, but Tibbie remained kneeling so long after she had fin ished, that Bill 's impatience mastered him, and he entered unannounced into the i^oom. Mrs. Mills saw him enter with alarm, aitd motion ed him to withdraw, but her motions caused Grace to turn her head. For the first time since he left she uttered his name, whispering softly, "Bill," then heaved a deep sigh. "Gracie," said Bill tenderly, and drew near to the bed. "Come closer, still," said Grace. "Bill, 1 want ye tae forgi'e me. Will ye?" For reply the strong man bent over, and with tears running down his face, implanted upon her lips his first kiss. The invalid's face instantly brightened, joy sparkled from her eyes, and with the words, "I'm sae tired," she fell back upon her pillow. Thinking the end had come, the doctor was summoned. He looked at his patient and smiled. The sun rose as usual next day. Grace slept on. She liad had many sleeping potions, but never one that accomplished such magic re sults. Death's twin brother had defeated him. It was afternoon when Grace opened her eyes and gazed around the room in apparent won der. "Oh, Graeie, we'er sae glad ye've had that fine lang sleep. Ye '11 get weel noo, dinna fear," said her mother. "Mither," she said. "Yes, darlin'. Would ye like something?" "Was it a dream? I thocht I was in heaven last nicht an' met ? and' saw ? BILL!" the last word addressed to the apparition which now presented itself, for Bill Dawson, after hearing her voice could not stay out of the sick cham ber. After resting her eyes on his face for a few seconds, sjie tremblingly said, "It wasna a dream then, aifter a'." "Ay lass," replied Bill, stammering with emotion, "a ? life-lang ? dream." The End.