This little book contains, with a few additions,the substance of what was spoken one Sabbath to anumber of hearers of your own age. It may serve torecall to those that listened to it, and to unfold tothose who did not, some simple and well-known, butprecious gospel truths.
May He whose NAME it is designed to exalt, blessyou in reading it, and enable you from the heart torepeat as your own happy experience, the well-knownverse of the beautiful hymn I have put on the title-page.
“And the Lord spake unto Moses, saying, Speak untothe children of Israel and say unto them, When ye become over Jordan into the land of Canaan; then ye shallappoint you cities to be cities of refuge for you.”—Num.xxxv. 9-11.
When travelling lately through theSimplon—one of the great Alpine passesleading from Switzerland into Italy—Iobserved, close by the roadside, at regulardistances, a number of plain, squarebuildings. On these (sometimes overthe doorway, sometimes on the side)were inscribed the words—“RefugeNo. 1,” “Refuge No. 2,” “RefugeNo. 3,” &c. I think there were twentyaltogether. I was told, on inquiry, theywere intended as shelters for any haplesstravellers who might be overtaken bythe sudden storms which so often sweepPg 8down from the snow-white mountainsbounding the prospect. These “Refuges,”at the time I saw them, wereempty, for it was in the beginning ofsummer, when everything, even in thatelevated region, was looking bright andgreen. The Alpine rhododendron wasflushing, with its p