Sermons & Devotionals by Timothy Shay Arthur

The Mistakes of a Rising Family Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 Mr. Minturn was a rising man; that is, he was gaining money and reputation in his profession. That he felt himself rising, was clearly apparent to all who observed him attentively. His good wife, Mrs. Minturn, was also conscious of the upward... Read More

Had I Been Consulted Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 "He's too independent for me!" said Matthew Page. "Far too independent. Had I been consulted, he would have done things very differently. But as it is, he will drive his head against the wall before he knows where he is." "Why don't you advise him to ac... Read More

Encouragement in the Home (author unknown) Yes, among the husband and wife. Why should they not speak kindly of each other? the voice of commendation is sweet, doubly sweet from the lips of those we love. It chills the best feelings, and weakens the highest aspirations — when continuous and sacrific... Read More

The Misunderstanding Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 "I hope there is no coolness between you and Maria," said Mrs. Appleton to her young friend, Louisa Graham, one evening at a social party. "I have not seen you together once tonight; and just now she passed without speaking, or even looking at you." "Oh... Read More

The Old Village Church Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 Twenty years! Yes, twenty years had intervened since I left the pleasant village of Brookdale, and not once during all this period had I visited the dear old spot that was held more and more sacred by memory. A hundred times had I purposed to do so, y... Read More

Quarrels with Neighbors (author unknown) Most people think there are cares enough in the world, and yet many are very industrious to increase them. One of the readiest ways of doing this, is to quarrel with a neighbor. A bad bargain may vex a man for a week, and a bad debt may trouble him for a mont... Read More

No Time for Trouble! by Timothy Shay Arthur Mrs. Caldwell was so un fortunate as to have a rich husband. Not that the possession of a rich husband is to be declared a misfortune, per se — but, considering the temperament of Mrs. Caldwell, the fact was against her happiness, and therefore is to be re... Read More

The Neglected One Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 "I never was a favorite; My mother never smiled On me with half the tenderness That blessed her fairer child." "Christine, do be obliging for once, and sew this button on my glove, won't you?" cried Ann Lambert, impatiently, throwing a white kid glove in h... Read More

A Gleam of Sunshine on the Path of a Money-lender By Timothy Shay Arthur, 1853 Mr. Edgar was a money-lender, and had no scruples in exacting the highest "street rates" of interest that could be obtained. If good paper were offered, and he could buy it from the needy seeker of cash at two or even thr... Read More

The Touching Reproof Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 "Here, Jane," said a father to his little girl not over eleven years of age, "go over to the store and buy me a pint of brandy." At the same time he handed her a quarter. The child took the money and the bottle, and as she did so, looked her father in t... Read More

My Fortunes Made! By Timothy Shay Arthur, 1853 My young friend, Cora Lee, was a mirthful, dashing girl, fond of dress , and looking always as if, to use a common saying, just out of a box . Cora was a belle , of course, and had many admirers. Among the number of these, was a young man named Edward D... Read More

The Grandfather's Advice Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 It was a golden sunset, which was fondly gazed upon by an old man on whose broad brow the history of seventy winters had been written. He sat in the wide porch of a large old-fashioned house. His look was calm and clear, though years had quelled the... Read More

My Washerwoman Timothy Shay Arthur, 1859 We were sitting at tea one evening — my husband Mr. Smith, my sister and her husband, Mr. John Jones, and myself. In the midst of a pleasant conversation, Bridget my servant, looked into the dining-room. "What is wanted?" said I. " Mary Green is downstairs." ... Read More

Owe No Man Anything (author unknown) Thus says the Apostle Paul — and if those who are able to "owe no man anything" would fully observe this divine obligation, many, very many, whom their lack of punctuality now compels to live in violation of this precept, would then faithfully and promptly render... Read More

A Good Name by Timothy Shay Arthur Two boys, named Jacob Peters and Ralph Gilpin were passing along Chestnut Street one evening about ten years ago, when one of them, stopped, and said — "Come, Ralph, let us have some oysters. I've got a quarter." They were in front of an oyster saloon. "No," replie... Read More

The Fatal Error by Timothy Shay Arthur "Clinton!" said Margaret Hubert, with a look of supreme contempt . "Don't speak of him to me, Lizzy. His very name is an offence to my ears!" and the girl's whole manner became disturbed. "He will be at the ball tonight, of course, and will renew his attentions... Read More

Retirement Timothy Shay Arthur, 1852 Always busy and always singing at your work; you are the happiest man I know." This was said by the customer of an industrious hatter named Parker, as he entered his shop. "I would not call the world a very happy one, were I the happiest man it contains," replied... Read More

The Sunday Christian Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 Two things are required to make a Christian: piety towards God — and charity towards men. The first has relation to worship of God; and in the last — all social duties are involved. Of the great importance of charity in the Christian character, some ide... Read More

Three Hundred a Year Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 "How much salary do they offer?" asked Mrs. Carroll of her husband, who was sitting near her with a letter in his hand. He had just communicated the fact that a Parish was offered him in the Village of Yardborough, a little over a hundred and fifty mile... Read More

The Love Secret By Timothy Shay Arthur, 1853 " Edward is to be in London next week," said Mrs. Ravensworth; "and I trust, Edith, that you will meet him with the frankness he is entitled to receive." Edith Hamilton, who stood behind the chair of her aunt, did not make any answer. Mrs. Ravensworth con... Read More