which would in death have led to corruption. It was occasioned, first, by his constant sympathy with the suffering. There was a heavy wear and tear occasioned by the extraordinary compassion of his soul. In three years it had told upon him most manifestly, till his visage was marred more than that of any other man. To him there was a kind of sucking up into himself of all the suffering of those whom he blessed. He always bore upon him the burden of mortal woe. We read of Christ healing all that were sick, "that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by Esaias the prophet, saying, himself took our infirmities, and bare our sicknesses." Yes, he took those infirmities and sicknesses in some mystical way into himself, just as I have heard of certain trees, which scatter health, because they themselves imbibe the miasma, and draw up into themselves those noxious vapours which otherwise would poison mankind. Thus, without being themselves polluted, they disinfect the atmosphere around them. This our Saviour did, but the cost was great to him. You can imagine, living as he did in the midst of one vast hospital, how constantly he must have seen sights that grieved and pained him. Moreover, with a nature so pure and loving, he must have been daily tortured with the sin, and hypocrisy, and oppression which so abounded in his day. In a certain sense he was always laying down his life for men, for he was spent in their service, tortured by their sin, and oppressed with their scrrow. The more we look into that marred visage, the more shall we be astonished at the anguish which it indicated.

Do not wonder that he was more marred than any man, for he was more sensitive than other men. No part of him was callous, he had no seared conscience, no blunted sensibility, no drugged and deadened nerve. His manhood was in its glory, in the perfection in which Adam was when God made him in his own image, and therefore he was ill housed in such a fallen world. We read of Christ that he was "grieved for the hardness of their hearts," "he marvelled because of their unbelief," "he sighed deeply in his spirit," "he groaned in the spirit, and was troubled." This, however, was only the beginning of the marring.

His deepest griefs and most grievous marring came of his substitutionary work, while bearing the penalty of our sin. One word recalls much of his woe: it is, "Gethsemane." Betrayed by Judas, his trusted friend, that the scripture might be fulfilled, "He that eateth bread with me hath lifted up his heel against me"; deserted even by John, for all the disciples forsook him and fled; not one of all the loved ones with him he was left alone. He had washed their feet, but they could not watch with him one hour; and in that garden he wrestled with our deadly foe, till his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground, and as Hart puts it, he

"Bore all Incarnate God could bear,

With strength enough, but none to spare."

I do verily believe that verse to be true. Herein you see what marred his countenance, and his form, even while in life. The whole of his manhood felt that dreadful shock, when he and the prince of darkness, in awful duel, fought it out amidst the gloom of the olives on that cold midnight when our redemption began to be fully accomplished

The whole of his passion marred his countenance and his form with ts unknown sufferings. I restrain myself, lest this meditation should grow too painful. They bound him, they scourged him, they mocked him, they plucked off the hair from his face, they spat upon him, and at last they nailed him to the tree, and there he hung. His physical pain alone must have been very great, but all the while there was within his soul an inward torment which added immeasurably to his sufferings. His God forsook him. "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?" is a voice enough to rend the rocks, and assuredly it makes us all astonished when in the returning light we look upon his visage, and are sure that never face of any man was so marred before, and never form of any son of man so grievously disfigured. Weeping and wondering, astonied and adoring, we leave the griefs of our own dear Lord, and with loving interest turn to the brighter portion of his unrivalled story.

"Behold your King! Though the moonlight steals
Through the silvery sprays of the olive-tree,
No star-gemmed sceptre or crown it reveals,
In the solemn shade of Gethsemane.
Only a form of prostrate grief,

Fallen, crushed, like a broken leaf!
Oh, think of his sorrow, that we may know
The depth of love in the depth of woe!
Behold your King, with his sorrow crowned,
Alone, alone in the valley is he !

The shadows of death are gathering round,
And the cross must follow Gethsemane.

Darker and darker the gloom must fall,
Filled is the cup, he must drink it all!
Oh, think of his sorrow, that we may know
His wondrous love in his wondrous woe!"

II. There is AN EQUAL ASTONISHMENT IN HIS GLORIES. I doubt not, if we could see him now, as he appeared to John in Patmos, we should feel that we must do exactly as the beloved disciple did, for he deliberately wrote, "When I saw him, I fell at his feet as dead." His astonishment was so great that he could not endure the sight. He had doubtless longed often to behold that glorified face and form, but the privilege was too much for him. While we are encumbered with these frail bodies, it is not fit for us to behold our Lord, for we should die with excess of delight if we were suddenly to behold that vision of splendour. Oh, for those glorious days when we shall lie for ever at his feet, and see our exalted Lord!

"Behold, my servant shall deal prudently, he shall be exalted and extolled, and be very high." Observe the three words, "exalted and extolled, and be very high"; language pants for expression. Our Lord is now exalted in being lifted up from the grave, lifted up above all angels, and principalities, and powers. The Man Christ Jesus is the nearest to the eternal throne, ay, the Lamb is before the throne. "And I beheld, and, lo, in the midst of the throne and of the four beasts, and in the midst of the elders, stood a Lamb as it had been slain." He is in his own state and person exalted, and then by the praise rendered him he is extolled, for he is worshipped and adored by the whole universe. All praise goes up before him now, so that men extol him, while

"God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name, which is above every name; that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father." Deep were his sorrows, but as high are his joys. It is said that around many of the lochs in Scotland the mountains are as high as the water is deep; and so our Lord's glories are as immeasurable as were his woes. What a meditation is furnished by these two-fold and incalculable heights and depths! Our text says that he shall "be very high." It cannot tell us how high. It is inconceivable how great and glorious in all respects the Lord Jesus Christ is at this moment. Oh, that he may be very high in our esteem! He is not yet exalted and extolled in any of our hearts as he deserves to be. I would we loved him a thousand times as much as we do, but our whole heart goeth after him, does it not? Would we not die for him? Would we not set him on a throne as high as seven heavens, and then think that we had not done enough for him, who is now our all in all, and more than all.

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You notice what is said, concerning the Christ, as the most astonishing thing of all," So shall he sprinkle many nations." Now is it the glory of our risen Lord, at this moment, that his precious blood is to save many nations. Before the throne men of all nations shall sing, "Thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us unto God by thy blood." Not the English nation alone shall be purified by his atoning blood, but many nations shall he sprinkle with his reconciling blood, even as Israel of old was sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice. We read in the tenth chapter of the Epistle to the Hebrews, at the twenty-second verse, of "having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience," and this is effected by that precious blood by which we have been once purged so effectually that we have no more consciousness of sins, but enter into perfect peace. The blood of bulls and of goats, and the ashes of an heifer, sprinkling the unclean, sanctified to the purifying of the flesh, and much more doth the blood of Christ purge our conscience from dead works to serve the living God. The sprinkling of the blood was meant also to confirm the covenant: thus Moses sprinkled both the book and all the people, saying, this is the blood of the testament which God hath enjoined unto you." Our Lord himself said, "This is my blood of the new covenant, which is shed for many for the remission of sins." But is it not a wonderful thing that he should die as a malefactor on the tree, amid scorn and ridicule, and yet that he is this day bringing nations into covenant with God? Once so despised, and now so mighty! God has given him "for a covenant of the people, for a light of the Gentiles." Many nations shall by him be joined in covenant with the God of the whole earth. Do not fall into the erroneous idea that this world is like a great ship-wrecked vessel, soon to go to pieces on an iron-bound coast; but rather let us expect the conversion of the world to the Lord Jesus. As a reward for the travail of his soul, he shall cause many nations to "exult with joy," for so some read the passage; the peoples of the earth shall not only be astonished at his griefs, but they shall admire his glories, adore his perfections, and be filled with an amazement of joy at his coming and kingdom. I

can conceive nothing in the future too great and glorious to result from the passion and death of our divine Lord.

Listen to this," Kings shall shut their mouths at him." They shall see such a King as they themselves have never been; they speak freely to their brother-kings, but they shall not dare to speak to him, and as for speaking against him, that will be altogether out of the question.

"For that which had not been told them shall they see." Kings are often out of the reach of the gospel, they do not hear it, it is not told to them. They would despise the lowly preacher, and little gatherings of believers meeting together for worship; they would only listen to stately discourses, which do not touch the heart and conscience. The great ones of the earth are usually the least likely to know the things of God, for while the poor have the gospel preached unto them, princes are more likely to hear soft flatteries and fair speeches. The time shall come, however, when Cæsar shall bow before a real Imperator, and monarchs shall behold the Prince of the kings of the earth. "For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God." They shall see his majesty, of which they had not been told.

"That which they had not heard shall they consider." They shall be obliged, even on their thrones, to think about the kingdom of the King of kings, and they shall retire to their closets to confess their sins, and to put on sackcloth and ashes, and to give heed to the words of wisdom. "Be wise now, therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth." To-day the humble listen to Christ, but by-andby the mightiest of the mighty shall turn all their thoughts towards him. He shall gather sheaves of sceptres beneath his arm, and crowns shall be strewn at his feet; and "he shall reign for ever and ever," and "of the increase of his government and peace there shall be no end." If we were astonished at the marring of his face, we shall be much more astonished at the magnificence of his glory. Upon his throne none shall question his supremacy, none shall doubt his loveliness; but his enemies shall weep and wail because of him whom they pierced; while he shall be admired in all them that believe. Adorable Lord, we long for thy glorious appearing! We beseech thee; tarry not!

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HE Rev. J. H. Wilson, of Edinburgh, relates :-"One day I asked the children in our infant-school, Who gives you the bread you get for your dinner?' Almost every voice answered, My mother.' 'But who gave it to your mother?' The baker.' And who gave it to the baker?' The miller.' And who gave it to the miller?' The farmer.' 'And who gave it to the farmer? The ground.' And only when I asked, 'Who gave it to the ground?' did I get the answer, 'It was God." How many children of a larger growth, like these infants, attribute their blessings to any second cause rather than to the gift of their Father!-Newman Hall, on 65 The Lord's Prayer: a Practical Meditation," 1883.

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Edward Nangle, the Apostle of Achill.*

ND where is Achill? A good many people would be unable to answer this question off-hand, notwithstanding the interest now taken in Ireland, and notwithstanding the recent proposal to connect Achill by a bridge with the mainland. It is an island fronting the Atlantic, off the western coast of Mayo, about eighteen miles long and ten broad, low and level towards the mainland, but rising sea-wards, till old Slievemore, Croagh Patrick, and Croghan rear their vast breastworks more than 2,000 feet above the ocean; and as you toil upward through the cold clouds that sweep round the grim brows of the mountains, lo! you reach the edge of a tremendous precipice, to look down which turns the head dizzy; and through the rent opened in the veil of cloud at your feet by the wind, you observe at an awful depth below you the great ocean slowly heaving against the cliffs, its azure-tinted billows changing instantly into snow white foam along the line of rocks. This is on a calm day: in a storm the scene would be terrifically grand, but it would not be possible to stand there. In front of you there is no land nearer than America. Blacksod Bay is on the right, and on the left and behind you the beautiful Clew Bay, with its 365 rocky or wooded islets, carries the vision onward to the undulating and mountainous outline of Western Ireland.

Fifty years ago the scanty-population of this island was sunk in ignorance as gross and dark as might be found anywhere within the British isles. The people were dependent for religious instruction on the Roman Catholic priesthood, and were not overburdened with it. Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, the poor folk believed, were three Catholics who were put into the fire by Henry VIII. because they would not turn Protestants. They placed implicit trust in "gospels" and "scapulars," which were charms blessed by the priests, and worn on their persons. The priests received fees for reciting "offices" over their diseased pigs or cows, and for saying "masses" along the sea-shore to secure them drift-weed, or shoals of herrings. They were the abject slaves of the priests, and their manhood was paralyzed by degrading superstitions.

On this remote, dark, priest-ridden island Mr. Nangle first set foot in 1831. He had travelled thither with supplies of food for famine-stricken Connaught; for the failure of the potato crop was causing everywhere in that region fearful distress. In the course of his expedition he landed on the swampy low lands of Achill; his spirit was stirred within him as he saw the abject superstition in which the people lived, and he returned to confer with friends, and establish the Achill Mission.

Mr. Nangle was an Irish clergyman of good family, who had already, by the ardour of his parochial labours, so seriously injured his health as to be forced for a time to relinquish all active duty. As he gradually recovered he had acted as secretary to one or two Church societies in Dublin; but now the mission of his life opened up before him, and he entered on a career which was to transform a desert into a fruitful field. He resolved to plant a Protestant missionary settlement in Achill, and for this purpose leased a small allotment on the island at Dugort, and Edward Nangle, the Apostle of Achill: a Memoir and a History. By the Rev. Henry Seddall, LL.D. London: Hatchards, Piccadilly.