"Now on whom do you trust."—Isaiah 36:5.

Reader, this is an important question. Listen to the Christian's answer, and see if it is yours. "On whom do you trust?" "I trust," says the Christian, the Son—the man Christ Jesus. I trust in him to take away all my sins by his own sacrifice, and to adorn me

with his perfect righteousness. I trust him to be my Intercessor, to present my prayers and desires before his Father's throne, and I trust him to be my Advocate at the last great day, to plead my cause, and to justify me. I trust him for what he is, for what he has done, and for what he has promised yet to do.

Our London fog finds its way through your clothing, your flesh, and your bones, into your very marrow; and the sinner's uneasiness is very like it. He tries to keep out the feeling of despondency and apprehension, by a thousand inventions which the world

calls pleasure; but he cannot do it. He is "without God," and he is consequently without rest. He is well mirrored by those shivering, half-clad, hungry creatures whom we see in a foggy night hurrying on to get a cold seat on the workhouse doorstep.