There is a story of Dr. Chalmers. A lady came to him and said: |Doctor, I cannot bring my child to Christ. I've talked, and talked, but it's of no use.| The Doctor thought she had not much skill, and said, |Now you be quiet and I will talk to her alone.| When the Doctor got the Scotch lassie alone he said to her, |They are bothering you a good deal about this question; now suppose I just tell your mother you don't want to be talked to any more upon this subject for a year. How will that do?| Well, the Scotch lassie hesitated a little, and then said she |didn't think it would be safe to wait for a year. Something might turn up. She might die before then.| |Well, that's so,| replied the doctor, |but suppose we say six months.| She didn't think even this would be safe. |That's so,| was the doctors reply; |well, let us say three months.| After a little hesitation, the girl finally said, |I don't think it would be safe to put it off for three months -- don't think it would be safe to put it off at all,| and they went down on their knees and found Christ.
[Illustration: The Sermon on the Mount. GUSTAVE DORE. Matthew, v.]