Sermons & Devotionals by Timothy Shay Arthur

Love and Law Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 Lloyd Tomlinson was a Virginia gentleman of the old school, and held high notions on the kindred subjects of social rank and family distinctions. His ancestors were connected with English families of some renown, and had figured in history as Cavaliers, during ... Read More

The Duties of Brothers and Sisters Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 Mrs. Farrar, in her excellent "Young Lady's Friend," makes the following observations, which are particularly commended to elder sisters. The important relation which sisters bear to brothers cannot be fully appreciated, without a greater ... Read More

An Evening at Home Timothy Shay Arthur, 1856 "Not going to the ball!" said Mrs. Lindley, with a look and tone of surprise. "What has come over the girl?" "I don't know, but she says she's not going." "Doesn't her ball-dress fit?" "Yes, beautifully." "What is the matter, then?" "Indeed, mother, I can... Read More

Sisters and Brothers By Timothy Shay Arthur, 1853 SISTERS If you have younger sisters, who are just entering society, all your interest should be awakened for them. You cannot but have seen some little below the surface, and already made the discovery that too few of the young men who move about in ... Read More

The Brother's Temptation By Timothy Shay Arthur, 1853 "Come, Henry," said Blanche Armor to her brother, who had seemed unusually silent and thoughtful since tea time — "I want you to read while I make this cap for mother." "Excuse me, Blanche, if you please, I don't feel like reading tonight," the b... Read More

The Son of My Friend By Timothy Shay Arthur "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

The Parkers by Timothy Shay Arthur Benjamin Parker was not as thrifty as some of his neighbors. He never had enough money. "Few men are more industrious than I am," he would sometimes say to his wife. "I am always attending to business, late and early, rain or shine. But it's no use, I can't get alo... Read More

The Nursery Maid Timothy Shay Arthur, 1869 I did not feel in a very good humor either with myself or with Polly , my nursery maid. The fact is, Polly had displeased me; and I, while under the influence of rather excited feelings, had rebuked her with a degree of intemperance not exactly befitting in... Read More

The Thankless Office by Timothy Shay Arthur "An object of real charity," said Andrew Lyon to his wife, as a poor woman withdrew from the room in which they were seated. "If ever there was a worthy object, she is one," returned Mrs. Lyon. "A widow, with health so feeble that even ordinary exertion is... Read More

Slow and Sure by Timothy Shay Arthur "You'd better take the whole case . These goods will sell as fast as they can be measured off." The young man to whom this was said by the polite and active partner in a certain wholesale house in Philadelphia, shook his head and replied firmly — "No, Mr. Johnson... Read More

Sunday Religion By Timothy Shay Arthur, 1868 "Mere Sunday religion — and not worth anything!" said a lady, whose age and appearance gave weight to her words. The remark seemed to occasion something like surprise in the little group around her. "What do you mean by Sunday religion? " was asked. "Piou... Read More

The Deathbed! By Timothy Shay Arthur, 1853 "Do you remember Anna May , who sewed for you about a year ago?" said one fashionably-dressed lady to another. "That pale, quiet girl, who made up dresses for the children?" "The one I sent you." "Oh yes; very well. I had forgotten her name. What has become... Read More

Procrastination Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 Every person has some little defect of character, some easily-besetting sin that is always overtaking him, unless he is ever on the alert. My friend, Paul Burgess, was a man of considerable force of mind; whatever he undertook was carried through with much e... Read More

Playing Mother Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 "It's just as you raise them," said Mr. Warner, in his dogmatic way. "I don't believe in a boy's taking to a hammer, and a girl to a doll, from an instinct of nature. Girls are different, because they are educated differently; there is no other law in the mat... Read More

The Eleventh Commandment Timothy Shay Arthur, 1851 "Is there a good fire in the little spare room Jane?" said Mr. Wade, a plain country farmer, coming into the kitchen where his good wife was busy preparing for supper. "Oh, yes, I've made the room as comfortable as can be," replied Mrs. Wade; "but I... Read More

Which Was Most the Lady? by Timothy Shay Arthur "Did you ever see such a strange looking figure?" exclaimed a young lady, speaking loud enough to be heard by the object of her remark. She was riding slowly along in an open carriage, a short distance from the city, accompanied by a relative. The youn... Read More

On Guard by Timothy Shay Arthur "O, Mamma! See that wicked-looking cat on the fence! She'll catch one of those dear little rabbits in a minute!" Mattie's sweet face grew pale with fear, and she trembled all over. "It's only a picture , my dear," said Mattie's mother. "The cat can't get down, and so ... Read More

The Young Music Teacher by Timothy Shay Arthur, 1855 Mr. Wells was a widower with two daughters — Jane and Mary. The former twenty, and the latter eighteen. He had been accounted a man in easy circumstances, from the fact that he lived in a very comfortable style, and gave his children the best educ... Read More

The Gift of Beauty by Timothy Shay Arthur, 1855 "Is she not loveliness itself?" said a young man named Atwood, to a friend who stood by his side. "My eyes follow her as if there were a spell in her beauty." "I have often, said," was replied to this remark, "that Florence d'Almaigne was the prettiest... Read More

The Rich and the Poor by Timothy Shay Arthur A hot and sultry summer had passed away, and autumn was verging on toward its cooler months, with their long and quiet evenings. Occasionally a colder day than usual made a fire in the grate necessary and drew closer together the happy family of Mr. Barto... Read More