The imagination will sometimes fly up to God with such a power that eagles' wings cannot match it. It sometimes has such might that it can almost see the King in His beauty, and the land which is very far off. But if it is potent one way, it is another, for imagination has taken us down to the lowest

plains of earth. But I rejoice and think of one thing, that I can cry out when this imagination comes upon me. So it is with the Christian. If he cries out, there is hope. Can you chain your imagination? No; but the power of the Holy Spirit can. Ah, it shall do it! and it does do it at last, it does it even on earth.

As the hen broods her chickens under her wings, so should we cherish all holy thoughts. As the poor man's ewe-lamb ate of his own bread, and lay in his bosom, even so should godly meditation be very dear to us. Holy thoughts breed holy words and holy

actions, and are hopeful evidences of a renewed heart. Will not this day afford some choice moment for contemplation? Comes it not like Peter's fish with silver in its mouth?