The Way She Cured Him.

Te Aroha News, Volume V, Issue 219, 10 September 1887, Page 1

The Way She Cured Him.

'Whvt brings you here, Mary ? ' said Truesddl to liis wife, as she entered the liquor shop. 'It is very lonesome at home, and your buMiuct-s seldom allows you to be there,' replied the meek bub resolute v. ite. ' To me thoie is no company like yours, and a 5 * you cannot come to me, I must come to you ; I have a light to share your pleasures as well a^ your sorrows.' ' But to come to such a place as this !' expostulated Tom. ' No place can be impioper where my hu*--hand i=?,' <- iiJ poor Mary. '"Whom God hath joined together lot no man put asunder." ' She took up the glass of spirits which the "-hop-keeper had just poured out for her hu-band. 'Surely you are not going to diink that?' said Tom, in huge astonishment. ' Why not? You say that you drink to foi get sorrow, and surely 1 have .sorrow* to forgot. ' ' Woman, woman, you are not going to give that stuff to the children!' died Tom, as she was parsing the glass of liquor to them. • Why not ? Can the children ha\e a better example than their father's ? Ts not what is good for him good for them aKo ? It will put them to sleep, and they v, ill forget that they are cold and hungry. Diink, my children; this is lire and bed and food and clothing. Drink ; you see how much good it does your father.' W ith .seeming reluctance, Mary suffered her husband to lead her home, and that night he prayed long and fervently that God would help him to break an e\ d habit and keep a newly-formed but firm resolution. His reformation was thorough, am 1 Mrs Truesdell is now one of the happiest of woman, and remembers with a melancholy pleasure- her first and last \isifc to the diam-tihop.

Our Lord is now rejectod, And by the world disowned, By the many still neg'octed. And by the few enthroned : But soon He'll conic in glory ! The hour is drawing nigh, For tiie crowning day is coming 13 j -iind-by. Oli, the crowning day is coming ! Is coming by-and-by ! When our Lord shall come in " power " Anil " glory " from on high ! Oh, the glorious sight will gladden Each waiting, watchful eye, In the crow ning day that's coming By-and-by. The heavens shall glow with splendour But brighter far than they Tho saints shall shine in glory, As Christ shall them array : Tho beauty ot the Saviour Blmll dazzle every eye, In the crowning day that's coming By-and-by. Our pain shall then be over ; We II sin and sigh no more, Behind us all of sorrow, An 1 nought but joy before. A joy in our Redeemer, As w c to Him are nigh. In the crow ning day that'a coming By-and-by. Let all that look for, "hasten" Tho coming joyful day, By earnest consecration To walk the narrow way : By gathering in the lost ones, whom our Lord did die For thu crowning day that's coming By-and-by.