A Cornish Cobbler's Sermon.
"HE first findeth his own brother, Simon." Now I am sure 'tis a good plan to go looking after one soul. Every soul in the world do belong to our Lord. He made 'em, every one; and he bought 'em every one, with his precious blood. They's his every way, and the devil is a thief. I've often thought what a poor master the devil's servants have got. Why, when he came up to tempt our mother Eve in Paradise, he hadn't got any bit o' a little for to bribe her with, an' all he could do was to tempt her to steal her Master's apples. He haven't got anything at all of his own. Andrew didn't say: "I'll try to do all the good I can," and then do nothing, because he could'nt find any to do; but he says: "There's Simon; I'll go and catch him." That's the way; pick up one soul, and set your heart 'pon it; begin to pray for that one, and go on trying till you've got it; and then try for another. We might do a good deal o' good in the world, if we didn't try to do so much. I've heard folks a singin', an' meanin' it, too:— "Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small."
An' because the realm o' nature wasn't theirs, they didn't give anything at all.—Southern Churchman. "GOD loveth a cheerful giver."