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coat; an evil beast hath devoured lim : Jo. seph is without doubt rent in pieces.” No, Jacob, it is no evil beast, no lion, no tiger, no wolf, but men more cruel than tigers have done that to Joseph, which they had concealed from him. Alas, what hearts must they possess to see the grief of their aged parent, and not relieve the painful feelings of his mind by telling the truth! Reuben no doubt felt more than the rest, how could he stand by and keep silence; yet he said nothing: perhaps he might be afraid that if he discovered what they had done to Joseph, that they would take away
his life. “ And Jacob rent his clothes and put on sackcloth upon his loins, and mourned for bis son many days. And all his sons and all his daughters, (that is, Dinah and his son's wives) rose up to comfort him ; but be refused to be comforted: and he said, for I will go down into the grave unto my son mourning. Thus his father wept for bim.”
V. CATECHETICAL QUESTIONS.
1. Who proposed that Joseph should be sold for a slave ? Judah. 2. Why did he propose that Joseph
should be sold ? He said, what profit shall we have if we slay our brother, and conceal his blood.
3. Did they agree to Judah's proposal ? Yes, “ And his brethren were content."
4. To whom did they sell Joseph ? To merchantmen going to Egypt.
5. For how much did they sell Joseph ? For twenty pieces of silver,
6. Who was absent when Joseph was sold ? Reuben, who had gone to the pit another way, in order to save Joseph's life.
7. When he came to the pit and found Joseph was not there, what did he do? He rent his clothes and returned to his bretliren; and said, the child is not; and I, whither shall
8. What did they do to Joseph's coat? They killed a kid of the goats, and dipped the coat in the blood.
9. What did they do this for? To make their father believe that Joseph was torn in pieces by an evil beast. 10. Did Jacob think so when he saw the
coat? Yes. He said, it is my son's coat; ån evil beast hath devoured him: Joseph iš without doubt rent in pieces.
VI. PRACTICAL ADDRESS.
Whenever you are tempted to commit sin, think of what Judah said. What profit is it if we slay our brother and conceal his blood ? What profit is there in sin? What are the wages of sin? The wages of sin is death, not temporal and spiritual death only, but eternal death. To be always dying, and yet never dead. To be always in the fire of God's wrath, and yet nevir consumed. What profit is there in sin? What shall we be the richer, though we may gain thousands of gold and silver by the commission of iniquity. For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul; or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul? Sin is unprofitable. It cannot be concealed. Your sin will find you out either in this world, or that which is to come. Sin is followed by sorrow and shamo. Sin, must be repented of, or it cannot be pardoned. The brethren of Jos pli strove to hide their sin by
a lie, but many years afterwards it found them out. He that covereth his sias shall not prosper, but whoso confesseth and forsaketh them, shall find mercy. Joseph's brethren could not feel for him, they could uot feel for Reuben when they saw his grief, nor for their aged parent when they saw that he put on sackcloth and mourned for luis son many days. How could they pretend to sympathize with their father on account of Joseph's death when they knew he was alive. How easy was it for them to have said, Joseph is alive, he indeed is sold into Egypt; but it will be easy for us to take a sum of money and go
and ransom him. He can soon be set at liberty and restored to you. No, their hearts were hardened by the deceitfulness of sin. Miserable comforters indeed they all were. How can they weep at that which gives them pleasure in their own minds. Revenge is said to be sweet; if so, we cannot but think that Joseph's brethren had a full cup to drink; they had taken revenge on Joseph and their father also; but there is a voice that says, Ven. geance is mine, I will repay, saith the Lord.
Providende equitable and kind.
Of life's mistaken ill or good,
The beautiful vicissitude.
Howe'er unjustly we complain,
Of joy and sorrow, health and pain. Trust we to youth or friends or power,
Fix we on this terrestrial ball ? When most secure the coming hour,
When thou see'st fit may blast them all When lowest sunk, with grief and shame,
Fill'd with affliction's bitter cup, Lost to relations, friends and fame,
Thy powerful hand can raise us up. Thy powerful consolations cheer,
Thy smiles suppress the deepest sigh, Tliy hand can dry the trickling tear,
That secret wets the mourner's eye.
On thy eternal will depend,