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The Lutheran Pioneer.

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Rest a While with Jesus.

Tired, weeping pilgrim,

Are you sad and lone?

Does the way seem dreary,

Are you weary grown?

Look beyond the care and grief!
lf you want to find relief,
Come, rest a while with Jesus!

Do not be discouraged,

Drive away the care,

Enter paths of blessings
Through the gates of prayer.
When the burdens heavy grow,
And you know not where to go,
Come, rest a while with Jesus!

Leave it all with Jesus,
He will be your Guide;
Do but simply trust Him,
Do not leave His side.
Dear heart, faint not by the way;
When discouraged grown, I pray,
Come, rest a while with Jesus!
Estuer PeETeRsoN.

A Sermon from a Pair of Boots.

Many years ago there lived in Berlin a shoe-
maker, who had a habit of speaking harshly of all
his neighbors that had not, in every respect, exactly
the same religious experiences and feclings as
he had.

Woltersdorf, the pastor of the parish in which
the shoemaker lived, heard of this, and felt that he
must give him a lesson. He did it in this way. He
sent for the shoemaker one morning, and when he
came he said to him, “Master, take my measure for
a pair of boots.”

“With pleasure, your reverence,” answered the
shoemaker. “Please to take off your boots.” The
clergyman did so, and the shoemaker measured his
foot from the toe to the heel, and over the instep,
and noted all down in his pocketbook, and then pre-
pared to leave the room.

But as he was putting up the measure, the pas-
tor said to him, “Master, my son also requires a
pair of boots.”

“T will make them with pleasure, your reverence.
Can I take the young gentleman’s measure?”

“Tt is not necessary,” said the pastor. “The
lad is fourteen, but you can make my boots and his
from the same last.”

“Your reverence, that will never do,” said the
shoemaker with a smile of surprise.

“T tell you, master, to make my boots and my
son’s on the same last.”

“No, your reverence, I cannot do it.”

“Tt must be —on the same last.”

“But, your reverence, it is not possible, if the
boots are to fit,’ said the shoemaker, thinking to
himself that the old pastor’s wits were leaving him.

“Ah, then, Master Shoemaker,” said the clergy-
man, “every pair of boots must be made on their
own last, if they are to fit; and yet you think that
God is to form all Christians exactly according to
your own last — of the same measure and growth in
religion as yourself. That will not do, either.”

The shoemaker was abashed.

Then he said, “I thank your reverence for this
sermon, and I will try to remember it, and to judge
my neighbors less harshly in future.”

—_—___——0—9_—_—__—_

A Blind Girl and Her Bible.

Would you know the value of the Bible? Let
me introduce you to a scene of deep and thrilling
interest as related by a minister, an eye-witness.
A young woman, completely blind and deaf, was
brought before a number of eminent surgeons to see
if anything could be done for her. Her sad condi-
tion had been produced by a violent pain in the
head. The only method of communicating with
her was by tapping her hand, which signified no,
and by squeezing it, which signified yes. The sur-
geons coneluded that her case was incurable, and,
in reply to her earnest inquiries, she received the
unwelcome fap. She immediately burst into tears
and wept aloud in all the bitterness of anguish.
“What,” she said, “shall I never see the light of
day, or hear a human voice? Must I remain shut
up in darkness and silence as long as I live?” A
friend who was present took up the Bible and placed
it to her breast. It was a touching and beautiful
act. She placed her hands on it, and asked, “Is this
the Bible?” Her hand was squeezed in reply. She
immediately clasped it and exclaimed, “This is the
only comfort I have left; I shall never more be
able to look upon its blessed pages, but I can think
of the blessed promises I have learned from it;”
and then she began to repeat some of its promises,
“Cast thy burden on the Lord, and He will sustain
thee” — “Call upon me in the day of trouble, and
I will deliver thee” —“My grace is sufficient for
thee,” ete. She dried her tears, became submissive
to the will of God, and was happy.