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to do with themselves. They were near
Percy, but unable to do one thing for him.

A few rods away from the house where
they were they noticed a small church and
the people going in to service. They had
not realized till then that it was the Sabbath.
"Let us go in, Henry," whispered Marian,
"we may get some comfort." So they followed
the people in, slipping into a seat
near the door. The hymns of praise and
the prayers fell like balm on the mother's
heart, and Mr. Maybrick, too, felt their influence.
The young minister rose and gave
out his text, reading from the Revised
Version, "I will lift up mine eyes unto the
mountains, whence cometh my help from
the Lord," etc. He spoke first of the feeling
of strength, of peace, of security that the
mountains give. Then he said they might be
taken as a symbol of the great things of
God. We are so prone to give all our
thought to small things. Our own little
petty, every-day tasks, our own possessions
(or those we call our own), our own wants
and the supplying of them. These things
are apt to take all our attention and we
spend our time thinking of them, when we
might be lifting our eyes to the mountains.
We might be thinking that God has other
work for us to do than simply to seek for
food and raiment. There are those in the
world that we can help- we are not "our
own" - we are "bought with a price."
Therefore we should "glorify God in our
bodies and our spirits, which are His." Earnestly
the preacher pressed home his point.
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came a change. He had a vision of God's
love, and of his own selfish life, and at the
close of the sermon he bowed his head, and
prayed that his sins might be forgiven, and
that he might be permitted to enter the service
of the Lord whose love and mercy he
had hitherto slighted. To him was fulfilled
the promise, "Him that cometh unto Me I
will in no wise cast out," and he went from
that church a changed man.

Going back to the house they had left, the
nurse who had been waiting on their boy
came to them and said, "There is so little
change I can hardly call it a change, and yet
I believe there is a little for the better. If
you will both go and rest now I promise to
call you when Dr. W. comes, which will be
about midnight." They went, tired out with
their journey; but too anxious to sleep, and
were up and ready to hear the doctor's verdict
when he came from the room. He said,
"There is certainly a change for the better.
I believe he will pull through." Another day
of anxious waiting followed. Another midnight
train brought Dr. W. from the city,
and his opinion of the previous night was
confirmed. Next day the parents were allowed
to go to their son's bedside and speak
a few words to him. Steadily he gained
strength, until they were able to take him
home with them, and in three weeks' time
it was a happy family party that gathered
one evening round the old farm-house table,
with the invalid propped in his chair, pale
and thin still, but able to reply to the merry
jokes of Frank on his lanky appearance, his

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