Snails In The Ark.

To many who with despondency protest that they have not faith enough,

get along so slow, are too weak, &c, the following sharp retort of Hick

will prove a bright lining to their dark cloud of failing, and lead them

to plod on in prayer.

"To a gentleman laboring under great nervous depression, whom he had

visited, and who was moving along the streets as though he was

apprehensive that every step would shak
his system in pieces, he was

rendered singularly useful. They met, and Samuel, having a deeper

interest in the soul than the body, asked: 'Well, how are you getting on

your way to Heaven.'"

The poor invalid, in a dejected, half desponding tone, replied, "But

slowly I fear," intimating that he was creeping along only at a poor


"Why bless you Bairn," returned Samuel, "_there were snails in the


The reply was so earnest, so unexpected, and met the dispirited man so

immediately on his own ground, that the temptation broke away, and he

was out of his depression.

It was a resurrection to his feelings, inferring that if the snail

reached the ark and was saved, he too, "faint yet pursuing," might gain

admission into heaven.