Sermons & Devotionals by Timothy Shay Arthur

Entering Heaven Timothy Shay Arthur, 1858 "The gates of Heaven have swung open, and another soul has entered its shining courts!" said the preacher, as he stood, with uncovered head, by the coffin of one whose mortal history was closed. As we left the grave-yard, an old man, of mild aspect, walked b... Read More

Every Wrinkle a Line of Beauty Timothy Shay Arthur, 1858 "I don't like old people," said a thoughtless young girl, "they are either cross , disagreeable , or ugly ." "You have been unfortunate in your chances of observation," replied a lady, sitting near her. "It may be so, but I speak, at least, fr... Read More

The Heiress! Timothy Shay Arthur Kate Darlington was a belle and a beauty; and had, as might be supposed, not a few admirers. Some were attracted by her person; some by her winning manners, and not a few by the wealth of her family. But though sweet Kate was both a belle and a beauty — she was a shr... Read More

The Humbled Pharisee Timothy Shay Arthur "What was that?" exclaimed Mrs. Andrews, to the lady who was seated next to her, as a single strain of music vibrated for a few moments on the atmosphere. "A violin, I suppose," was answered. "A violin!" An expression almost of horror came into the countenanc... Read More

The Means of Happiness Timothy Shay Arthur One of the most successful merchants of his day was Mr. Alexander. In trade he had amassed a large fortune, and now, in the sixtieth year of his age, he concluded that it was time to cease getting, and begin the work of enjoying . Wealth had always been reg... Read More

A Lesson in Life By Timothy Shay Arthur "I will stop now," said Mr. Fanshaw, at forty-five , pausing in his life-work, and looking back over the broad fields through which he had been reaping for years, and then at his barns and store-houses , which were filled to overflowing. "Having enough and to ... Read More

Following the Fashions Timothy Shay Arthur "What is this?" asked Henry Grove of his sister Mary, lifting, as he spoke, a magazine from the center-table. " A fashion magazine ," was the quiet reply. "A fashion magazine? What in the name of wonder, are you doing with a fashion magazine?" "To see what ... Read More

Now and Today By Timothy Shay Arthur Our TODAYS — how inadequately are they appreciated? NOW — in which all the blessings of life are alone included — with what strange indifference do we turn from its rich offerings, to feast our eyes on gardens of delight, that spread away, temptingly, in a future... Read More

In the Way of Temptation Timothy Shay Arthur Martin Green was a young man of good habits, and a good conceit of himself. He had listened, often and again, with as much patience as he could assume, to warning and suggestion concerning the dangers which beset the feet of those who go out into this wic... Read More

The Hard-hearted Husband Timothy Shay Arthur A sunbeam is a little — a very little thing. It streams through our casement, making the cheerful room still more cheerful; and yet so accustomed are we to its presence, that we notice it not, and heed not its exhilarating effect. But its absence would be... Read More

The Two Husbands Timothy Shay Arthur Chapter 1. "Jane, how can you tolerate that dull, spiritless creature? I never sat by his side for five minutes, without getting sleepy." "He does not seem so very dull to me, Cara," replied her companion. "It is a true saying, that there never was a Jack without... Read More

I Will! Timothy Shay Arthur, 1854 "You look sober, Laura. What has thrown a veil over your happy face?" said Mrs. Cleaveland to her niece, one morning, on finding her alone and with a very thoughtful countenance. "Do I really look sober?" and Laura smiled as she spoke. "You did just now. But the sun... Read More

Formation of Character Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 Most people are averse to close thinking and personal investigation . They would rather rely on others, and follow the beaten track, than strike out new paths, and aim at greater progress and higher attainments. It is the part of indolence and imbecil... Read More

Do You Suffer More than Your Neighbor? Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 "Whose sorrow is like unto my sorrow?" Lamentations 1:12 Such is the language of the stricken soul, such the outbreak of feeling — when affliction darkens the horizon of man's sunny hopes, and dashes the full cup of blessings suddenly ... Read More

Bodily Deformity — Spiritual Beauty Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 Who has not observed in passing through the crowded streets of our city, how great, comparatively, is the number of those, who are more or less deformed? My heart aches for these poor unfortunates, who are deprived of some of the legitima... Read More

Nothing to Spare! by Timothy Shay Arthur When Mr. William Bancroft , after much reflection, determined upon matrimony, he was receiving, as a clerk, the moderate salary of four hundred dollars, and there was no immediate prospect of any increase. He had already waited over three years, in the hope t... Read More

Spending Money! By Timothy Shay Arthur, 1855 The most common error into which young men fall at this era in their lives is to consider the age of freedom from the control of others, as a period of license for self-indulgence . Far too many run into extremes, and either injure their health, or form e... Read More

Ours, Loved, and "Gone Before" Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 You ask me to tell you of her — the sweet friend we have loved and lost . You impose on me a difficult task; I find it so harrowing to my feelings, and I also find that my pen is inadequate to the tribute my heart would pay. I would that the p... Read More

Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 What! can this be true in this dark world of ours, where the thick clouds of sorrow, disappointed hopes, and bereavements are continually hanging over us — obscuring even the bright star of hope; where upon every passing breeze — is borne dee... Read More

Manly Gentleness Timothy Shay Arthur Who is the most wretched man living? This question might constitute a very fair puzzle to those of our readers whose kind hearts have given them, in their own experience, no clue to the true answer. If it is a species of happiness to be rich — to have at one's co... Read More