Is Your Name Written

WERE you ever in a large manufacturing establishment on pay day. What a long line of expectant faces. 

What eager interest to see if the pay is "all right"!  Here and there are some who receive no such welcome reward. They did not work here last month, and their names are not on the pay roll.

Come with me to the town of B—. It is pay day in the large box factory. What bright, fresh faces, and eager, expectant looks.  Here is a young lady who is going home today or tomorrow, and she is waiting with the rest for her pay. 

But no pay comes.  Others receive their money and go gladly away, but her face wears an anxious expression. "Why am I not paid?" "No such name on the list." And disappointed, she goes home without her money. To be sure, it is only a mistake that will be rectified next week, but one does not like such mistakes. 

"Mother, I did not get my pay "

Why, daughter, how is that?" 

"Oh, it was only a mistake. He did not put my name on the list. It will be all right next week." 

"All right"! But it brings thoughts of sadness to the mother's heart as she remembers that other pay roll, that other book, and her daughter's name "not on the list." No mistakes in that book, and mother knows it, and daughter knows it, and yet the name is "not on the list." 

Dear reader, is your name enrolled? "Is it on the list"? Can you with others "rejoice,” because your names are written in heaven"? How sad to be left out when "pay-day" comes, and "no mistake"? Don't wait another day before having your name enrolled. Soon "the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem," shall be seen coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband."  And there shall in no wise enter into it anything that defileth, neither whatsoever worketh abomination, or maketh a lie; but they which are written in the Lamb's book of life."—

 W. A. B.


THE old clock in the tower of the First Presbyterian church, Newark, has not been giving correct time lately Charles Freeman, employed by the common council to regulate the town clocks, was puzzled by the antics of the ancient time-piece, and when it came to a stop recently, he decided to give it a thorough examination. In the wheels he found a tangled mass of hay, twine, grass, cotton, and feathers, amounting to nearly half a peck. A pair of birds had entered the tower through a hole in the dial, and attempted to build a nest in the machinery of the clock. The slow revolution of the wheels tore their work to pieces, but they kept on reconstructing it until they stopped the wheels. 

—Little Gem