The late Prof. Henry Drummond was staying at the house of a
friend whose coachman had imperiled his career more than once
by drunkenness. “Do try and speak to him about it,” said the
lady to Professor Drummond. Driving to the station, Professor
Drummond sat beside the coachman. The carriage narrowly escaped
collision through the carelessness of another driver. “Didn’t
I manage that well?” said the coachman to Professor Drummond.
“You did, indeed. How was it?” “Because,” said the coachman, “I
understand the horses’ mouths exactly and they obey my slightest
guidance.” Drummond seized the opportunity immediately. “I have
only a minute,” he said, “but let me ask, Why don’t you throw
the reins of your life to God, who understands your mouth and
is ready and willing to guide you?” The word went home to the
coachman’s heart. (Text.)
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