The Bible was once compared to a great tree, with its books as branches, its chapters as twigs, and the verses as leaves. A minister, addressing a Sunday-school gathering, announced his text as "on the 39th branch, the 3d twig, and the 17th leaf." He said to his great audience, "Try to find my text." A little lad who was in the pulpit, owing to the crowded state of the church, answered "Malachi, third chapter, and seventeenth verse." The minister said, "Right, my boy; take my place and read it out." It so happened the boy's brother had died recently, and the sight of the little curly-headed lad, only eleven years old, with his little black gloves reading in silvery tones, "And they shall be mine, saith the Lord of hosts, in that day when I make up my jewels," brought tears to many eyes. The minister laid his hand on the boy and said, "Well done; I hope one day you will be a minister." The lad was Henry Drummond, afterward the loved teacher of thousands in America and Great Britain.
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