How sweet that Jesus ever liveth! He is the same yesterday, and to-day, and for ever. You will never find Jesus so precious as when the world is one vast howling wilderness. Then He is like a rose blooming in the midst of the desolation-a rock rising above the storm. The Bible, too, is more full of meaning. Have you ever prayed over that verse:"He doth not afflict willingly" (Lam. 3:33)? Oh precious book, that conveys such a message to the mourner's dwelling! And does not trial bring more meaning out of that verse:'"We know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose?" (Rom. 8:28). The Bible is like the leaves of the lemon-tree-the more you bruise and wring them, the sweeter the fragrance they throw around. R. M. McCHEYNE.