allow, I think, that the work of the world will be only so much the better done; that the very means of procuring the raiment or the food will be the more thoroughly used.  What, then, is the only region on which the doubt can settle?  Why, God.  He alone remains to be doubted.  Shall it be so with you?  Shall the Son of man, the baby now born, and for ever with us, find no faith in you?  Ah, my poor friend, who canst not trust in God—­I was going to say you deserve—­but what do I know of you to condemn and judge you?—­I was going to say, you deserve to be treated like the child who frets and complains because his mother holds him on her knee and feeds him mouthful by mouthful with her own loving hand.  I meant—­you deserve to have your own way for a while; to be set down, and told to help yourself, and see what it will come to; to have your mother open the cupboard door for you, and leave you alone to your pleasures.  Alas! poor child!  When the sweets begin to pall, and the twilight begins to come duskily into the chamber, and you look about all at once and see no mother, how will your cupboard comfort you then?  Ask it for a smile, for a stroke of the gentle hand, for a word of love.  All the full-fed Mammon can give you is what your mother would have given you without the consequent loathing, with the light of her countenance upon it all, and the arm of her love around you.—­And this is what God does sometimes, I think, with the Mammon-worshippers amongst the poor.  He says to them, Take your Mammon, and see what he is worth.  Ah, friends, the children of God can never be happy serving other than Him.  The prodigal might fill his belly with riotous living or with the husks that the swine ate.  It was all one, so long as he was not with his father.  His soul was wretched.  So would you be if you had wealth, for I fear you would only be worse Mammon-worshippers than now, and might well have to thank God for the misery of any swine-trough that could bring you to your senses.

“But we do see people die of starvation sometimes,—­Yes.  But if you did your work in God’s name, and left the rest to Him, that would not trouble you.  You would say, If it be God’s will that I should starve, I can starve as well as another.  And your mind would be at ease.  “Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed upon Thee, because he trusteth in Thee.”  Of that I am sure.  It may be good for you to go hungry and bare-foot; but it must be utter death to have no faith in God.  It is not, however, in God’s way of things that the man who does his work shall not live by it.  We do not know why here and there a man may be left to die of hunger, but I do believe that they who wait upon the Lord shall not lack any good.  What it may be good to deprive a man of till he knows and acknowledges whence it comes, it may be still better to give him when he has learned that every good and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights.