Sermons & Devotionals by Timothy Shay Arthur

The Tavern-keeper Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 "Wine is a mocker and beer a brawler; whoever is led astray by them is not wise." Proverbs 20:1 "Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has strife? Who has complaints? Who has needless bruises? Who has bloodshot eyes? Those who linger over wine, who go to sample... Read More

How to Cure a Drunkard Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 "Wine is a mocker and beer a brawler; whoever is led astray by them is not wise." Proverbs 20:1 "Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has strife? Who has complaints? Who has needless bruises? Who has bloodshot eyes? Those who linger over wine, who go to s... Read More

Something for a Cold by Timothy Shay Arthur "Henry," said Mr. Green to his little son Henry, a lad in his eighth year, "I want you to go to the store for me." Mr. Green was a working-man, who lived in a comfortable cottage, which he had built from money earned from honest industry . He was, moreover... Read More

The Worth of a Doll (author unknown) A tract has been written on the worth of a dollar; but I know not that anyone has written upon the first four letters of that word — doll-ar. I think much might be said upon it. With your permission, I will say a few words. Many parents seem to overlook the impor... Read More

A Shocking Bad Memory Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 "Must I give up everything?" asked Mr. Hardy of his lawyer, with whom he was holding a consultation as to the mode and manner of getting clear of certain responsibilities in the shape of debt. "Yes, everything, or commit perjury. The oath you have take... Read More

Mrs. Todd and Mrs. Jones Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 "Did you see that?" said Mrs. Jones to her friend Mrs. Lion, with whom she was walking. "See what?" "Why, that Mrs. Todd didn't speak to me." "No. I thought she spoke to you as well as to me." "Indeed, she didn't." "Are you sure?" "Sure? Can't I bel... Read More

Starting a Newspaper Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 It happened sometime within the last ten or fifteen years, that, in my way through this troublesome world, I became captivated with the idea of starting a newspaper. That I had some talent for scribbling, I was vain enough to believe, and my estimate of... Read More

A Home for My Mother (Author unknown) The following interesting narrative of one of those real struggles of the young to assist their parents, which sparkle like diamonds along the pathway of life, is taken from a paper published in Wisconsin. Being called, says the narrator, on business to the Unit... Read More

A Fine, Generous Fellow Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 My friend Peyton was what is called a "fine, generous fellow." He valued money only as a means of obtaining what he desired, and was always ready to spend it with an acquaintance for mutual gratification. Of course, he was a general favorite. Everyon... Read More

Deaths of Little Children (author unknown) A Grecian philosopher being asked why he wept for the death of his son, since the sorrow was in vain , replied, "I weep on that account." And his answer became his wisdom. It is only for sophists to contend that we, whose eyes contain the fountains of tears... Read More

Almost a Tragedy Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 It is now about five years since I met with a little adventure in the West, which may be worth relating. It caused me a good deal of excitement at first; regrets afterward for the temporary pain I inflicted, and many a hearty laugh since. New things come up... Read More

Aunt Mary's Preserving Kettle Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 "I declare, if these preserves haven't been fermenting!" exclaimed Aunt Mary, as she opened a jar of choice quinces, and perceived that, since they were sealed up and carefully stored for the winter, fermentation had taken place. "And the peach... Read More

The Elixir Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 "Doctor," said a man with a thin, sallow countenance, pale lips, and leaden eyes, coming up to the counter of a drug-store in Baltimore, some ten years ago — "Doctor, I've been reading your advertisement about the 'UNIVERSAL RESTORER, AND BALSAM OF LIFE,' and if ... Read More

The Pilgrims! (an allegory) Hannah More (1745-1833) "And confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own." Hebrews 11:13, 14 "Dearly beloved, I beseech you as strangers and pilgrims , abstain from fleshly ... Read More

All For The Best! Hannah More "It is all for the best," said Mrs. Simpson, whenever any misfortune befell her. She had got such a habit of vindicating God's Providence , that instead of weeping and wailing under the most trying dispensations, her chief care was to convince herself and others, that h... Read More

The Shepherd of Salisbury Plain By Hannah More, 1795 Mr. Johnson, a very worthy charitable gentleman, was traveling some time ago across one of those vast plains which are well known in Wiltshire. It was a fine summer's evening, and he rode slowly that he might have leisure to admire God in the work... Read More

The Servant Man Turned Soldier; Or, The Fair-Weather Christian Hannah More William was a lively young servant, who worked and lived in a great, but very irregular family. His place was on the whole agreeable to him, and suited to his mirthful and thoughtless temper. He found a plentiful table and a ... Read More