In a large spring you will hardly ever see all the water come from one orifice or opening.  It boils up through the sand and pebbles in many places; and one observer will think this the main stream, and another that.  So with the water of eternal life.  It is not all found in one verse; nor in one chapter:  nor in one book even.  Jesus said to the devil:  “Man liveth by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.”

Ah, friends, time would fail me, were I to attempt to bring to your minds the many precious promises we have in Jesus Christ.  His Word is full of them; and I most affectionately exhort every one here to-day to go to that Word and find the water of eternal life.

  You may sit by the spring;
  And in your soul you may sing: 

  “I heard the voice of Jesus say: 
    Behold, I freely give
  The Living Water; thirsty one,
    Stoop down, and drink, and live.

  “I came to Jesus, and I drank
    Of that life-giving stream: 
  My thirst was quenched; my soul revived;
    And now I live in him.”

DIRECT FROM THE DIARY.

THURSDAY, October 4, 1838.  Attended the funeral of one of Brother Christian Niswander’s sons.  His age was thirteen years and one month.

MONDAY, October 8.  Attended the funeral of another one of Christian Niswander’s children to-day.  Age, nine years, nine months and twenty-one days.

SUNDAY, October 14.  I attended the funeral of Susanna, daughter of Brother Christian Niswander, to-day.  She was fifteen years and nearly seven months old.  This is the third child that this deeply bereaved family have been called to part with in the brief space of ten days.  Gladly would we pour into their bleeding bosoms the oil of consolation.  We weep with them that weep.  Our tears mingle with theirs.  We lead the way with them to the throne of grace.  Our Father on high, pity them, and do for them exceeding abundantly above all we can ask or think.  Help them to feel that their dear children are not dead; that their deathless spirits have soared above all sickness, sorrow, pain and death.  Thus we pray, and thus we try to comfort.  But our feeble, tender, sympathizing natures sink under the load of grief; and the eye of faith but feebly catches the rays of hope that beam from the pages of Heavenly Truth.  Verily, here we see through a glass darkly.

Sermon by Elder Daniel Garber.

Preached at Arnold’s Meetinghouse, Sunday, October 28.

This sermon was delivered in the course of a visit brethren Kline and Garber were making among the churches and Brethren in Hampshire County, West Virginia.  They left home October 25, and returned October 31, by way of Moorefield and the South Fork in Pendleton County, West Virginia.

    TEXT.—­Be ye therefore followers of God, as dear children; and
    walk in love.—­Eph. 5:1, 2.