“ Paul says—“this is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am chief." (1 Tim. i. 15.) It is the blood of Christ that takes away our sins; it is the righteousness of Christ that justifies us before God; it is the Spirit of Christ that makes us holy; it is the consolation of Christ that gives comfort in affliction; it is the grace of Christ that supports us when we come to die; it is the smile of Christ that gives boldness in the day of judgment; and it is the presence of Christ that makes heaven the blessed place it is. ”

“ Taught to drink by his dad, from a babe he was spoil'd,
Did the same as old Tom did, his father's own child.
With his face full of glee, at his father he leer'd,
Cock'd his eye with a squint at the blood on his beard;
Cries out, dad here's your health, as he took up the can,
Full of courage and liquor, my dad is the man. ”

“ I have told you but half the delightful work of the Sabbath-day; come and prove the rest. I will only just say, the other half of the day becomes sweeter and sweeter as one enters into the spirit of it, and I sometimes think, if there is so much comfort in the worship of God on earth, then what must heaven be! ”

“ You come home half worn out with recreation, as you call it—money all spent—wife perhaps out of humour—the children cross and sleepy—and when you lie down at night, you cannot ask God's blessing on the past day, but are obliged to skulk to bed like a thief that is afraid to be taken before his Judge. But in my way of spending the Sabbath, our bodies are rested from the toils of the past week, our spirits are refreshed by the blessing of God; it maketh rich, and addeth no sorrow therewith ”

“ And bringing old carpenter John to make five.
So these five jolly fellows sat down to their ale,
And they drank till the fumes began much to prevail;
For as liquor comes in all the senses go out,
And the giddy brain reels with the roaring and rout. ”

“ A day in thy courts is better than a thousand." It would do your heart good to see our good minister go up the pulpit stairs; he looks like a man that is going to plead with God on behalf of his people. After he has offered up a silent prayer, he looks round upon the congregation with so much affection, that you would think we were all his own children. He is always upon the one grand subject, as he calls it—Jesus Christ, and him crucified. ”

“ My dear fellow, let me persuade you not; you seem to be somewhat convinced of the evil of Sabbath-breaking, and I am sure you will not be happy. Your conscience has often warned and checked you: and you will be sinning against light, and against this friendly caution. What, if God should take you away with a stroke, you have no security against it, and especially in the way of disobedience ”

“ Then we all kneel down, and pray for a Sabbath day's blessing, never forgetting to commend our minister to the grace of God; that he would be pleased to give him the tongue of the learned, that he may know how to speak a word in season to him that is weary.
Wm. I should think you have had praying and singing enough for one day. I should be prayed and sung to death, with so much religion. ”

“ No, William, I cannot go with you, for sure I am, there is no happiness where the blessing of God is not; much less is happiness to be found in the way of transgression, for the Bible says, “The way of transgressors is hard." But as I dare not spend the Sunday in your way, let me invite you to spend it in the way that Christian people do ”

“ As to drinking success to trade, I think trade is likely to flourish most, when the least drink is going forward. And now we are upon the subject, I wish our master would pay the men at home, and not bring them to the public house; they can find the way there fast enough without that. This is the worst fault I have to find with your master - he pays his men so late on the Saturday night, that one finds it hard work to get one's little matters all settled, without breaking in upon the sabbath-day. ”

“ I'm in; if I stir while I've hat, wig, or coat,
May I bind the next horse-shoe tight round my own throat.
The poor little Patty went sorrowful home,
To tell her sad mother her dad would not come;
The ebbings of life silent sunk from her heart,
And she just blest her babes, 'ere her soul could depart.
The drunkard—the murderer—rather I call,
The sot who can guzzle time, money and all;
He swallows the clothes, health, and comfort, I think,
Nay, the lives of his family down with his drink.
But sleeping and snoring with feverish head,
Was Lapstone the cobler, there down in the shade ”

“ Would he not justly scotch you in your reckoning, when Saturday night came? So our blessed Lord says, "No man can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or else he will hold to the one and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and Mammon." (Matt. vi. 24.) Now I love my divine Master, and never think I can do enough for him. I love his service also; it is "perfect freedom."
Wm. Well I think I should like to spend a Sunday with you, but I can't to-morrow; the party is all made up except you; and as you won't go, we must either get somebody else, or go as we are. ”

“ Now what you propose as recreation, is in fact, harder work than any we do all the week; and, for my part, I have no notion of rowing in a boat for hours together, for the sake of rest & recreation, and to volunteer myself to the toil of a galley slave, after slaving hard all the week, as you called it. ”

“ I cannot stay any longer: and as for the other pot, it is that which does all the mischief; for I have often seen, that as fast as the beer runs in, common sense runs out, until a man becomes as light, and noisy, and full of vaporous fumes, as the barrel he has just emptied. Besides, I have got a wife and family to provide for at home, and it will be eleven o'clock now before we have made our marketing. ”

“ Of the horse-shoe, for Roger, their very good friend.
The man wants his horse, and he vows he must go
To the new blacksmith's shop, if you make him wait so;
And my weakly sick mother lies crying in bed,
For the price of the horse-shoe, to buy us some bread.
I care not, not I, for the horse or the man,
I'll empty my jug first, I vow, if I can;
Let him shoe him himself, says he, here I shall sit ”

“ Tom was quite a good fellow, nor quarrell'd in ale,
But if challeng'd in earnest, would never turn tail
So he jumps him up quickly, and soon with a blow
Laid the carpenter John where himself had laid low.
Fair, fair, cried the neighbours, let's make a good ring
Let them fight it out stoutly, 'twill be just the thing ”