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^to go to this wort jig to And any permanent happiness. It is deceived ana deluded every man who has every put his trust in it. History tells us of one who resolved that he would have all his senses gratified at one and the same time, and he expended thou- aandsof dollars on each sense. He entered a room, and there were the first musicians of the land pleasing his ear, and there were fine pictures fascinating his eye, and there were costly aromatics regaling his nostrils, and there were the richest meats and wines and fruits and confections pleasing the appetite, and there was a soft couch of sinful indul gence on which be reclined, and the man de clared afterward that he would give ten times what he had given if he could have one week of such enjoyment, even though he lost his soul by it! Ah! that was the rub! He did lose his soul by it! Cyrus the conqueror thought for a little while tbat he was mak ing a fine thing out of this world, and yet before her came to his grave he wrote out this pitiful epitaph for his monument: “I am Cyrus. I occupied the Persian empire. I was king over Asia. Begrudge me not this monument.” But the world in after years plowed up hi» sepulcher. The world clapped its hands and stamped its feet in honor of Charles L»amb; bat what does he say? “I walk up and down, think ing I am happy, but feeling I am not.” Call the roll, ana be quick about it. Samuel Johnson, the learned 1 Haopr? “No. lam afraid I shall someday get crazv.”. Will iam Hazlitt, the great essayist! Happy! **No. I have been for two hours and a half going up and down Paternoster row with a volcano in my breast.” fSmollet, ths witty author 1 Happy? “No. I am sick of praise [and blame, and I wish to God that I had Ich circumstances around me that I could ow my pen into oblivion.” Buchauan, i world renowned writer, exiled from his i country, appealing to Henry VIII for etectiou! Happy? “No. Over moua- ns covered with snow, an i through val- jrs flooded with rain, I come a fugitive.” bliere, the popular diramatic author! Hap- _jt “No. That wretch of an actor just how recited four of my lines without the proper accent and gesture. To have the children of my brain so hung, drawn and quartered tortures me like a condemned spirit.” I went to see a worldling die. As I went [into the hall I saw its floor was tessellated, t its wall was a picture gallery. I found death chamber adorned with tapestry util it seemel as if the clouds of the setting had settled in the room. ’The man had iven forty years to the world—his wit, his fime, his genius, his talent, his soul. Did the rid come in to stand by his deathbed and iringoff the vials of.bitter medicine, put m any compensation? Oh. no! The world s not like sick and dying people, and |ves them in the lurch' It ruined this . and then left him. He had a magnifi- | funeral. All the ministers wore scarfs, there were forty-three carriages in a but the departed man appreciated not obsequies. itto persuaae my audience that this .isa poor investment; that it does not pinety per cent, of satisfaction, nor L per cent, nor twenty per cent, nor cent, nor one; that it gives no solace ’ "lead babe lies on your lap; that it |ncace when conscience rings its t no exolanation in the land at the time of your | of the pillow case and and then jolts down [ sighs and groans and makes you put your led this world, is it a Would you advise Fe the investment? No. /salves for nauzht.” Your fYour hope went. Your /went YS^ - heaven went Your God Wnen a sheriff under a writ from ourts sells a man out the officer gener- .eaves a few chairs and a bed, and a few land knives; but in this awful vendue in |h you have been engaged the auction- | mallet has come down noon body, mind | soul—going I gone! “Ye have sold selves for naught” kw could you do so? Did you think that I soul wasa mere trinket which for a few pas you could buy in a toy shop? Did | think that your soul, if once lost, ; be found again if you went out with |es and lanterns? Did you think that soul was short lived, and that panting, rould soon lie down for extinction? Or jrou no idea what your soul was worth? ?ou ever pat your forefingers oa its us OeicTde/confess your guilt to-day. Ten thousand voices of heaven bring in the verdict against you of guilty, guilty! Pre pare to die or believe in that blood. Stretch yourself out for the sacrifice or accept the Saviour’s sacrifice. Do not fling away your one chance. It seems to me as if all heaven ware try ing to bid in your soul. The first bid it makes is the tears of Christ at the tomb of Laza rus, but that is not a high enough price. The next bid heaven makes is the sweat of Gethsemane. but it is too cheap a pries. The next bid heaven makes seems to ba the whipped back of Pilate’s hall, but it is not a high enough price. Can it be possible that heaven cannot buy you in? Heaven tries once more. It says: “I bid this time for that man’s soul the tortures of Christ’s mar tyrdom, the blood on His tempi?, the blood on His cheek, the blood on His chin, the blood on His hand, the blood on His side, the blood on His knee,the blood on His foot—the blood in drops, the blood in rills, the blood in pools coagulated beneath the cross; the blood that wet the tips of the soldiers’ spears, the blood that plashed warm in the face of His enemies.” Glory to God, that bid wins it! The high est price that was ever paid for anything was paid for your souL Nothing could buy it but blood I The estranged property is brought back. Take it. “You have soli yourself for naught; and ye shall be re deemed without money.” O atoning blood, cleansing blood, life giving blood, sanctify ing blood, elorifyinz blood of Jesus! Whv uot burst into tears at the thought that for thee He shed it—for thee the hard hear tod, for thee the lost? “No,” says some one; “I will have noth ing to do with it except that, like the ene mies of Christ, I put both my hands into that carnage and scoop up bott» palms full, and throw it on my head and cry, “His blood be on us and on our children!’ ” Can you do such a shocking thing as that? Just rub your handkerchief across your brow and look at it. It is the blond of the Son of God whom you have despised and driven back all these years. Oh, do not do that any longer 1 Come out boldly and frankly ana honestly, and tell Christ you are sorry. You cannot afford to so roughly treat Him upon whom everything depends. * ao not know how you will get away from this subject. You see that you are sold out, and that Christ wants to buy you back. There are three persons who come after you to-day—God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Ghost. They unite their three omnipotences in one movement for your sal vation. You will not take up arms against the triune God, will you? Is there enough muscle in your arm tor such a combat? By the highest throne in heaven, and by the deepest chasm in hell, I beg you look out. Unless you allow Christ to carry away your sins, they will carry you away. Unless you allow Christ to lift you up, they will (frag you down. There is only one hope for you, and that is the blood. Christ, the sin offer ing, bearing your transgressions. Christ the divine Cyrus, loosening your Babylonish captivity. Would you not like to be free? Here is the price of your liberation—not money, but blood. I tremble from heal to foot, not be cause I fear your presence, but because I fear that you will miss your chance for im mortal rescue. This is the alternative divinely put, “H? that believeth on the Son shall have everlasting life; and he that be lieveth not on the Son shall not se? life, but the wrath of God abideth on him.” In the last dav, if you now reject Christ, every drop of that sacrificial blood, instead of pleading for your release as it would have pleaded if you had repented, will plead against you. O Lord God of the judgment day! avert tbat calamity! Let us see the quick flash of the scimeter that slays the sin hut saves the sinner. Strike, omnipotent God, for the soul’s deliverance! Beat, O eternal sea! with all thy waves against the barren beach of that rocky soul and make it tremble. Oh, the oppressiveness of the hour, the minute, the second on which the soul’s destiny quivers, and this is that hour, that minute, that second! Some years ago there came down a fierce storm on the seacoast, and a vessel got In the breakers and was going to pieces. They threw up some signal of distress and the peo ple on shore saw them. They put out in a lifeboat. They come on, and they saw the poor sailors, almost exhausted, clinging to a raft; and so afraid were the boatmen that the men would give up before they got to them they gave them three rounds of cheers, and cried: “Hold on, there! hold on! We'll save you!” After awhile the boat came up. One man was saved by having the boathook increased a thousandfold.” Of course this measure of increased punishment is meta phorical. Ten days is the usual allowance for what is known in New York police courts as “a drunk and disorderly.” A ten-thou sand-day sentence would confine a man for a generation, and be in excess of the require ments. It is high time, however, that in our courts of law and in practical dealing with drunkenness the offense should be deemed a serious one and its humorous element, if it has any such, be ignored. A man who gets drunk puts himself iu the way of committing every known sin, and the legal punishment seldom conforms with the weight of the transgression.—New York Observer. KEPT HIS PROMISE. The celebrated French General Cam- bronne, when he was a common soldier, was terribly given to the sin of drunkenness. One day, when he was drunk, he struck an officer, and was condemned to death. His Colonel, however, who loved him for his bravery, obtained bis pardon on condition that he would promise never to drink wine or spirits again. Twenty-five years after wards the Corporal had become a General, and had immortalized himself by his heroic retreat from Waterloo. Having retired in to family life, he lived quietly in Paris, be loved and esteemed by ail. His old Colonel one day invited him to dinner to meet some of his former comrades. The place of honor was reserved for Cambronne at the host’s right hand. A highly priced wine was brought in which was served only on grand occasions. “General,'’ sai 1 the old Colonel, “you must tell us all the news;” and h? was just about to fill Cambronne’s glass. The General j Stopped bis hand; the Colonel insisted. “But, General, 1 assure you it is excel lent.” “That has nothing to do with it,” said Cambronne, eagerly. “It has to do with my honor and my promise. Colonel—my prom ise as a Corporal; have you forgotten it? Since that day not a drop of wine has touched my lips. My word and my conscience are worth more than vour wine.” TEMPERANCE NEWS AND NOTES. The annual drink bill of the world exceeds £1,000,00),000. The Emperor of China has ordered all the distilleries in the flooded districts to be closed for a year, in order to save the grain. Several liquor saloons in Tacoma, Wash., had not beeu closed once for from six to tea years until the recent enforcement of a new Sunday law. In Scotland there are altogether (omitting the Orkney and Shetland Isles) 11,793 licensed premises, or one to every 340 of the estimated population. The British Woman’s Temperance Associa tion will put up a memorial tablet in Willard Hall, in the Woman’s Temperance Temple, in memory of Mrs. Margaret Bright Lucas, their former President. The unions of New South Wales, Victoria, Queensland, South Australia, New Zealand and Tasmania have united and organized a national W. C. T. U., with Miss Jessie Ackerman as President. Theannual report of the British Woman’s Temperance Association, recently issued, states that the past year has been the most progressive one in its history. There are in all 425 societies, extending throughout twenty counties, the Isle of Man and the Isle of Jersey. All Victorians in Australia point with pride to Miidura, the beauty spot where the development of the irrigation scheme of the Chaffey brothers from San Francisco is making the wilderness blossom as the rose. No saloons have ever been licensed. After prosperity came a club license was sought and granted, but wrought such disaster tuat it was soon revoked. The district policeman testifies that he has never bad to arrest a drunken man. , The American Medical Association, organ ized in May at the instance of Dr. N. S. Davis, brings into the arena of popular temperance a sword of keenest edge. It re quires no pledge as to the prescription of alcohol, but is open to every one interested in the topic. Nor is any written pledge of personal abstinence demanded, but it is a point of honor in the society that if any member ceases to be a total abstainer he sba.l withdraw this verse we the time of 1 which was da from the cried, “With; the wells of 38. “He thl Scripture hatT flow rivers of I at the well Hq give him sb springing up I but this is evi forth from the inmost being'i It is like the waters of Ezek. xl\ issued from the house of God. 39. “But this spake He oE which they that believeth on ceive.” From beginning to ec and from the Garden of Ede heavens and earth, the spirit worker, or, as some one has ecutive of the Godhead.” “For the Holy Ghost cause that Jesus was not yet j Holy Spirit, while in all ag worker, had up to this time as He was at rentecost, and mentioned in this verse. 40. “Many of the people tt they heard this saying, said. Oj is the iirophet.” They seeme this prophet thus foretold to person from the Messiah, butJ considered D?ut. xviii., 19.in t" probability of His being that would have seen good cause bling on their part. 41. “Others said. This is tt some said, Shall Christ comet They now think it possible tb the King of Israel.the Son of 1 _ told in II Sam. vii., 12, 13; Isa." the Christ or Messiah was under the King of the Jews, and so 1c evident from Math. iL, 2, 4; Mtj etc. But they could not th^ should come from Galilee, or, put it, “Can there any good tb of Nazareth” (chapter i., 46)? ly did not thing of Isa. ix., 1, !| light that was to shine in Galile tions. 42. “Hath not the Script Christ cometh of the seed of Dc vid of the town of Bethlehem where D.'j Yes, truly, this was all plainly Ps. cxxxii., 11; Mic. v., 2, and other but uot any more plainly than fbents concerning Galilee and Egj passages referred to in the previc Their difficulty was just the diffic many to-day; they take such Seri seem to suit that which they wish ‘ but they will not take any intere which seems to conflict with their 43. “So there was a division ar| people because of Him.” It seems i first sight that He, the Prince should cause division among peopb that is one of the very things He 44. “And some of them would taal Him, but no man laid hands oif When these sent to take Him wa why they did not bring Him, their was, “Never man spake like th| (verse 46). Nicodenms also at stood up for Him, saying, “Doth judge any man before it hear him t what he doeth” (verse 51)? But he officers were only despised because respect for Him.—Lesson Helper. The fact that a Michigan now at the head of the weather augurs ill for the future of the ware peach crop. I Lost WM AU Ftm dOWB SOd -Jasa extreme oooAltkmof feoec , I was told that Hood’s Sarsaparilla what X naeded. As a drewnln* Straw X Oaotdad to try tUa madi y at aarprtaa, from toa flrat day 11 By the time I had finished aqr second bottle ssgatned my health and strength, and ts* loan aay I have bean perfectly wait seoommended Hood’s garsaparllla to my Whmfi I know have been benefited by deed peculiar to ttaett, fa tiu* Hood’s Sarsaparll etpa, bet ttoerea. K. O. TtnooA J , LembertvUln X. &