who ought to be ashamed of himself, when he is riding along on his old Peter, for so turning the heads of all the young girls, that they say to themselves, 'What a stately looking gentleman he still is, this old Mr. Wolfert, in spite of his grey hairs and the few wrinkles that are gradually beginning to furrow his countenauce. If he was only not so exceedingly vain of himself and his old horse Peter." 7.97

"You shall never again have the pleasure of hiding me," exclaimed old Wolfert, emerging from the closet into the room. "Women are never more zealous than when engaged in backbiting their neighbors. God bless you, dear Philip! How you have grown! Potz Velten, if you hadn't this wart on your chin, I would scarcely have known you. But, first of all, you must read us that sermon; otherwise, your sister might think herself slighted, if, among other matters, we should overlook her intended."

"Not just now," replied Dorothea, quickly snatching up Philip's manuscript, doubtless well pleased at the opportunity thus afforded. of gaining possession of the sermon she was sincerely desirous of reading. "If Philip has learned anything, he ought to be able to repeat the sermon from memory, or rather from his heart. What say you, my brother?"

"If necessity called for it," replied he, "I might be able to do it, though only in part, and that very imperfectly. But will you be satisfied with this ?"

to heaven, and causes us to look beyond the grave and the things that perish, must and can only have its beginning in him. Soul and spirit, affections and desires-yea, the whole inner man must be so completely and entirely subjected to Christ, that our whole spiritual life must have its only beginning, strength, and support from him; so that we may in truth exclaim with the apostle: I live, but yet not I, but Christ liveth in me.

Only such a sincere and holy faith, which, in reality, is more love than faith, because faith is nothing but a continued longing after things unseen-only such a faith produces proper and acceptable works; for it alone is able to cast down the pride of human wis dom, and raise up the desponding heart; it alone is able to overcome the lusts of this world. Therefore, the ungodly, being destitute of faith, are also wanting in good works, and cannot enter into the kingdom of heaven. Ungodly, however, are not only such as act contrary to the law of God and are destitute of love to their brethren, but also those who take the glory of whatever good they do to themselves, and perform it only for the sake of their own pleasure and gain. Ungodly, also, are all who esteem their own wisdom higher than that wisdom which God has revealed to us in Christ; for only the fear of God is the beginning of wisdom, and love to God in Christ is its end. Ungodly are all who have separated themselves from God, who do not in humility and self-denial sub

up his cross and follow him. Godly, on the

"Ephesians iii, verse 17, it is written 'That Christ' may dwell in your hearts by faith.' Christ can be comprehended in no other way than by faith; because, being the image of the Father, he is altogether beyond the comprehension of the senses. The en

tire inner man must become sanctified and ennobled through him: for he alone is the light of our minds, the quickener of our hearts; he alone is the foundation stone on which our temporal and eternal happiness must be built. All that is holy, all that is noble, all that is exalted within us, and whatever tends to raise our eyes from earth

again to the true life in and for God, and, by whatever name we may designate this change, calling it a sanctified heart, a godly fear, a loving, humble mind, a new spirit→ it is all nothing but the fruit of a genuine faith, or faith itself. Hence it is that only the godly have true faith, and every one that is godly is also a believing Christian. And, therefore, Christ says: whosoever believeth shall be saved; but not for his work's sake, for they are at best very imperfect, being scarcely the beginning of that of which they should be the end; they are only a shadow, where Christ is the substance. But he is saved by that faith which is productive

of such works, however imperfect they may be. And as we are dependent for our daily bread, which we eat in the sweat of our brow, on the grace of God, so also do we owe to this same grace of God in Christ the greatest and best of all blessings-the salvation of our souls. And this is it what Paul intends to say, when he declares, 'that Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith.'"

When Philip here concluded, and whilst his hearers still continued to maintain an attitude of devout seriousness, the door opened and Minister Hall entered. "Philip," he exclaimed, pressing him to his heart, 'you have been delivering an improved edition of my sermon. What is to become of the tutor, when the pupil surpasses him?" "You are surely not in earnest, reverend sir," replied Philip; "I have only given a very imperfect sketch of what I have learned from you. And that this was but very little, I feel now more than ever."

"Leave that for some other time," interposed Wolfert. "What think you, reverend sir, about sending Philip to Colmar ?"

The minister replied: "As reluctant as I am to part with him, so free am I to confess, that his improvement is so rapid, that I am almost unable to manage him any longer alone. Rector JOACHIM KLEIN is just the man for him. I have already broached the subject to Mr. Spener, who is perfectly willing that his son should enter the Latin school at Colmar. What say you to it yourself, Philip ?"

"I shall ever," replied he, "render obedience to the will of my dear parents, especially since you, reverend sir, so entirely concur."

"And I too, I too," exclaimed Wolfert. "And if you do not care about it, dear boy, I do. Here, bring out my old Peter; we'll both straight to Colmar. The old Syndic Salzmann shall at once open his house and heart to his grandchild. I too must do something in this matter, so that it may prosper well."

And hurriedly taking up his hat and riding whip, and shaking hands with all present, he rode off, to their great astonishment, in an unusually fast trot.

"Peter is, after all, a very sensible animal,” remarked Dorothea.

Whilst honest Wolfert had thus, in a manner, undertaken his journey to Colmar, on his own responsibility, its object nevertheless met with the hearty approval of the Spener family, and constant preparations were in consequence going forward. Whilst mother and sister busied themselves in making some necessary additions to Philip's wardrobe, the father was engaged in addressing letters to a number of his friends in the metropolis, which, in addition to Wolfert's preliminary arrangements, were designed to secure for his son a welcome reception. First of all, he wrote to his father-in-law, Mr. John Jacob Salzmann, at that time Recorder of the city of Colmar, but formerly a resident of Rappoltsweiler, and privy counsellor to the Count of Rappoltstein. The family had long been distinguished for their genuine piety; and as Spener's father bore a like character, and as Miss Agathe Salzmann (Philip's mother) brought to her husband's house the incalculable treasure of a truly pious heart, it is not surprising that Philip had so early learned to walk in the way of holiness and truth; and this circumstance only furnishes additional evidence in proof of the fact, that the greatest earthly advantage a child can enjoy is a pious mother; as, in general, a truly Christian housewife alone secures to her family the blessing of God.

Had it not been for his mother, Samuel would hardly have attained to the distinction he did; and AURELIUS AUGUSTINE, whom his pious mother, Monetta, dedicated to the service of God, even before he had beheld the light of this world, would probably have been nothing more than a heathen philosopher, if she had not ultimately succeeded by her unwearied attention, her fervent prayers, her exhortations and admonitions, in bring ing her somewhat frivolous and inconsiderate son to Christ. Yea, and may this not, with certain restrictions, be said even of Mary? For that Jesus recognized her eminent qualities as a pious mother, is sufficiently evident from the fact that he gave a proof

of his filial gratitude, even when suspended in agony from the cross.

A pious mother may, indeed, be regarded as the child's guardian angel on earth, partly because no one but she is able fully to feel and comprehend a mother's love, and partly because the child generally cherishes greater love to the mother, and greater fear to the father; of course, we mean filial fear. Therefore Solomon says justly: "A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband." "Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies." And when he further says, "She is like the merchant's ship; she bringeth her food from afar," we are at liberty also to apply this to that spiritual food, which she imparts to her child from the depth of her own sanctified heart. "Her children," the sacred poet continues, "arise up and call her blessed. For favor is deceitful and beauty is vain; but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised."

How fully Philip appreciated the piety of his mother, and how sincerely he honored and reverenced her, was abundantly shown by him in after-life.

Philip's father had also addressed a letter to Rev. Prof. Joachim Klein, at Colmar. Klein was a universally respected and most worthy man; and under his instruction Philip was well-trained in latina, graeca, philosophica, declamationes, and disputationes, thus rearing a substantial edifice upon the foundation laid by Hall.

Thus, then, it came to pass, that on a certain morning in the month of May, the carriage which was to convey Philip to Colmar, and which was driven by none other than Wolfert himself, halted before the door of Spener's dwelling. All was now ready for the departure, only Philip was wanting. When, therefore, his mother, in searching for him, entered his room, she became greatly alarmed in seeing a large fire burning in the chimney place, which Philip was continually keeping up by throwing upon it one parcel of paper after another.

"What are you doing, dear son ?" asked the mother in surprise.

hiding my shame amidst the glare of these flames."

"I do not understand you, Philip," rejoined his mother; "are these then letters you are committing to the flames?”

"No!" was his reply; "if these had been addressed to me by another's hand, I would have carefully preserved them. But it is all my own scribbling, and as such had better be burned. All these papers, dear mother, contain my so-called poetical productions, which can be of no service to any one, and least of all to myself. I am ashamed of them, and their destruction shall restrain me from writing so much in future."

"You are doing wrong, my son!" said the mother. "If God has given you a poetic talent, you should be as much rejoiced at it as I am, and carefully cultivate it."

"Poetizing has its peculiarities," replied Philip, at the same time throwing another package into the flames. "To be a poet one must possess a comprehensive intellect. Thus, for instance, if I should wish to write something concerning God and his works, it is necessary that I should first know Him, that my mind should first fully understand and comprehend him, otherwise all will be useless stuff. It was only this morning that I was reading that beautiful hymn by Mr. Sigesmund Volberg, my beloved preceptor, commencing

'When I shall once have finished

My pilgrimage on earth.'

And then again that exquisite hymn:

'I'm nought but dust, and should I dare?'

And I am convinced that all the poetry I have ever written, is not worth as much as one of his beautiful hymns. Whenever I shall have apprehended Christ more fully, I may again indulge in singing songs of praise."

"Yet you should not judge of your efforts so very harshly," resumed the mother, "for they doubtless contain also some good."

"O no, dear mother," replied he. "Besides, I began to find that I would at times feel some pride in being able to write verses: For the flesh lusteth against the spirit; and I derive from these ashes the lesson that I