Sermons & Devotionals by Timothy Shay Arthur

Regulation of the Temper (Author unknown) There is considerable ground for thinking that the opinion very generally prevails that the temper is something beyond the power of regulation, control, or government. A good temper, too, if we may judge from the usual excuses for the lack of it, is hardly r... Read More

Be Patient with the Little Ones Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 Be patient with the little ones. Let neither their slow understanding nor their occasional pertness offend you, or provoke the angry reproof. Remember the world is new to them, and they have no slight task to grasp with their unripened intell... Read More

Marrying a Count Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 "Is anybody dead?" "Yes, somebody dies every second." "So they say. But I don't mean that. Why are you looking so solemn?" "I am not aware that I look so very solemn." "You do, then, as solemn as the grave." "Then I must be a grave subject." The young man a... Read More

He Must Have Meant Me! Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 "How do you like Mr. Cloutier, our new preacher?" was asked by one member of another, as they walked home from church. "Only so-so," was replied. "He cuts close," remarked the first speaker. "Yes, a little too close." "I don't know about that. I like ... Read More

A Good Investment Timothy Shay Arthur, 1848 "That's a smart little fellow of yours," said a gentleman named Winslow to a laboring man, who was called in occasionally to do work about his shop. "Does he go to school?" "Not now, sir," replied the poor man. "Why not, Davis? He looks like a bright lad."... Read More

A Story of the American Revolution Timothy Shay Arthur, 1852 [This is a true story . After you are finished with this heroic story, you may want to click on the link at the end, for further background information.] Fort Motte, Fort Granby, Fort Watson, the fort at Orangeburg, and every other post in... Read More

The Wife Timothy Shay Arthur "I am hopeless!" said the young man, in a voice that was painfully desponding. "Utterly hopeless! Heaven knows I have tried hard to get employment! But no one has need of my service. The pittance doled out by your father, and which comes with a sense of humiliation that ... Read More

Good-Hearted People by Timothy Shay Arthur There are two classes in the world: one acts from impulse — and the other from reason ; one consults the heart — and the other the head. People belonging to the former class — are very much liked by the majority of those who come in contact with them; while... Read More

The Darkened Pathway Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 "To some, the sky is always bright; while to others, it is never free from clouds. There is to me a mystery in this — something that looks like a partial Providence — for those who grope sadly through life in darkened paths are, so far as human judgment... Read More

If I Were Only in Heaven By Timothy Shay Arthur, 1868 "If I were only in Heaven!" There are few mortal lips from which these words, or something equivalent to them, have not fallen in hours of pain, sorrow, or disappointment — when hope in the world grew faint, and the old foundations of happiness s... Read More

Is it Well with You? By Timothy Shay Arthur, 1868 "Is it well with you, my brother?" Such was the preacher's salutation. He was not a young man, standing erect in conscious strength, abounding in doctrine and clear in logic; nor in the vigor of middle age , with full fruited boughs just beginning to... Read More

Our Heavenly Homes By Timothy Shay Arthur, 1868 "A little while longer" — and the speaker lifted her eyes upwards with a pious air — "only a little while longer, and then I shall put off this vile body, and go upwards to my home!" "Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest." T... Read More

Origin and Destiny Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 Among those who aspired to the hand of Laura Woodville, was a young man named Percival, whose father, a poor day-laborer, had, by self-denial through many years, succeeded in giving him an education beyond what was usually acquired at that time by those i... Read More

What's in a Name? Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 A most important event had occurred in the family of Mr. Pillsbury; an event long looked for with strange and doubtful feelings. Mr. Pillsbury, in his station, hardly knew what to do with himself; and Mrs. Pillsbury was so happy that she did nothing but sm... Read More

Putting Your Hand in Your Neighbor's Pocket (author unknown) "Do you recollect Thomas, who lived with us as waiter about two years ago, Mary?" asked Mr. Clarke, as he seated himself in his comfortable arm-chair, and slipped his feet into the nicely-warmed, embroidered slippers, which stood ready for... Read More

The Sum of Trifles Or, "A Penny Saved, Is a Penny Gained." By Timothy Shay Arthur "Saving? Don't talk to me about saving!" said one journeyman mechanic to another. "What can a man with a wife and three children save out of eight dollars a week?" "Not much, certainly," was replied. "But still, if he ... Read More

The Sisters Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 [The following unadorned narrative, the reminiscence of a friend, I give as if related by him from whom I received it. He was, in early years, the apprentice of a tradesman, in whose family the principal incidents occurred. The picture presented, is one of every... Read More

Dressed for a Party by Timothy Shay Arthur A lady sat reading. She was so absorbed in her book as to be nearly motionless. Her face, in repose, was serious, almost sad; for twice a score of years had not passed, without leaving the shadow of a cloud, or the mark of a tempest . The door opened, and, ... Read More

A Cure for Depression Timothy Shay Arthur, 1859 From some cause, real or imaginary, I felt depressed. There was a cloud upon my feelings, and I could not smile as usual, nor speak in a tone of cheerfulness. As a natural result, the light of my countenance being gone, all things around me were in a s... Read More

Mary Turner Timothy Shay Arthur, 1859 I have no experiences of my own to relate on this subject. But I could fill a book with the experiences of my friends. How many poor widows, in the hope of sustaining their families and educating their children, have tried the illusive, and, at best, doubtful ex... Read More