TOO LATE FOR MY CHILDREN.—An aged woman made this statement:
“Neither my mother nor any of my family were pious; yet, when I was a child, I often wished that some minister, or some one who knew the Saviour, would kindly tell me how I could be saved. “I went regularly to church twice every Sabbath; but not one of the messages seemed intended for me. I felt that I was helpless, impotent, and blind; but that I would be willing to rise and follow the Saviour, if any one would take me by the hand, and raise me up, and lead me to his feet. “Oh! had any one done this for me, then I had not been suffered to train up a numerous family without God and without hope. I am now nearly sixty years old, and it is only ten years since I found the strait and narrow way that leads to life. “My six sons are young men grown, and most of them have families of their own. They are manly, intelligent, and dutiful, and appear to love and respect their mother as they should do. “But when I would speak to them of a Saviour’s love, and would fain persuade them to obey his commands, or impress upon them their obligations to follow Christ, it is as if I recommended a new religion. “My own early neglect of the great salvation, to my unspeakable sorrow, I now find is in the hands of my impenitent children, the most powerful weapon of defense against the convictions of religious truth and duty.”