and he fell back dead. Oh, my frleuds,
if Donzelot could lay down his lue for
his duty to a uewspaper, should not we
be willing to lay down our lives for
the Christ whom we serve? Shall wo
uot, like Paul, try to open the hearts
of those whom we would lead to Christ
by sacrificing ourselves for them? Can
uot we make them learn to love our
Jesus by first making them learn to
love us? Carry your flowers to tbe sick?
room, t 'nrry your food to the hungry.
Sacrifice yourself for meu, and then
you will teach men to do and to sacri?
fice themselves for Christ.
But this ls not the end of Paul's sur?
prises on the island of Melita. These
barbarians welcomed him with kind?
ness. After be had healed their sick
they opened the doors of their homes
In glaslsome welcome. But they did
moro thau this. After a three months'
sojourn of preaching and carlug for
their souls as well as for their bodies
they came down to the sea to bid him
goodby. They crowded his prison cabin
with muny things. Some brought a
warm cloak, some a heavy shawl; some
one thing, some another. "And when
we departed they loaded us with such
things as were necessary." Now, what
do you think these Melita friends talk?
ed mostly about before that ship set
sail when they came down to the
beach to bid Paul goodby?
Parting- tiltia.
