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giving proof of his slavery. He is showing the
completeness of the sin's dominion over him in
that he dares deny what all normal minds
know to be true.
Look at it from another angle. He realizes
he ought to do something he is not doing. He
ought, for instance, to read his Bible more
regularly than he does. He feels the need, and
his concsience tells him constantly of his neglect
and its consequent hurt to his soul. But he finds
it difficult to get time anl place for the exercise.
Here we see how complete is the dominion of sin
in that he finds it next to impossible to force his
will to make a way to feed his soul on its proper
food. SlTl h?-? crrvno to tVio f of?/vn r\f V?io Vw?_
ing and laid hold of its self-determining power.
What evil can be greater? "If the Son shall
make you free, ye shall be free indeed."
Still another figure in this psalm is
Sickness, sickness. The symptoms of sickness
are lassitude, recurrent fevers, loss
of appetite, distaste for proper food.
Lassitude, indisposition to work for Christ; no
spirit to attend religious services, no place for
public prayer, no testimony, no quiet talks with
friends to try to bring them to Christ.
Recurring fevers of temper, passion, indulgences.
Recurring fevers of envy, jealousy,
pride, bitterness of spirit.
Loss of appetite for the "bread of life." Distaste
for the pure truth of the Gospel because
it condemns business methods, social customs,
personal habits. There are many men in our
churches who rage and oppose when the truth
as it is in Christ is preached because it condemns.
The spiritual pure food law does not appeal to
them; they are in league with the enemy of soul
health. The only remedy is to continue feeding
them that which is health. Jesus Christ alone
can save.
This is still another figure of
Storm-Tossed, the psalm. Nature comes to her
grandest and most awe-inspiring
moments when the elements rage and tear upon
the mighty sea. In "Twice-Born Men" Harold
Begbie tells of a soldier whose whole being was
wrung with the passion of a horrible temper and
who was subdued by him who on Galilee's waters
commanded the storm to cease its raging.
On life 'e sea without Christ is to have no chart,
no compass, no objective; just a drifting derelict
dangerous to navigation fit only to be blown up
unless brought under the control of the Captain
of our salvation.
The remedy the psalmist gives in each case
was crying unto the Lord in distress. In every
case he heard and saved. "He is able to save
unto the uttermost all that come unto God by
nun.''
It is not likely that our conservative British
friends will ever become enamored of a certain
American freak that emerged some years ago,
known as phonetic spelling. By way of experiment
in commending it to his countrymen, Mr.
Andrew Carnegie recently delivered an address
to the students of Aberdeen University. For the
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printed in what is known as the "Nu Spelling,''
of which Mr. Carnegie is an ardent davotee.
Commenting on the sample of phonetics thus injected
into Scottish literature the British Weekly
says, "It inevitably gives the appearance of
singular fatuity like the broad grin on a toothless
face. If Mr. Carnegie is dissatisfied with the
ordinary spelling we recommend him to study
the works of Artemus Ward and Josh Billings,
where spelling is as far from orthodoxy as Mr.
Carnegie's dwn, btft Infinitely more amusing/'
PRESBYTERIAN OF THE S
AS WE JOURNEY.
It is said that a touch of nature makes the
whole world kin. If so, how many relatives we
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cuuuuinei wnen on a journey 7 And to toe in
touch with some of them makes us wish we were
not \mder that law of kinship. We would rather
not be like them; and doubtless they see
things to make them wish the same thing towards
us!
And what a perpetual moving picture it is on
boat, train, bus and afooj,! It may not be of the
tragic, comic, wild west, sensational kind, but
it is of its own kind, and not a whit less interesting
because it is so different. Fancy draws
nothing more striking that what every day life
throws upon the screen, and in a variety unequalled
elsewhere.
Just there on the deck is a rather hn-ndc/vme
young woman, quite fashionably dressed, at one
end of a silver chain with a week-eyed, pink-ribboned
poodle at the other end of the chain. The
girl's mother is a third in the group. The dog
goes afield as far as it can. "Here, darling,"
calls the girl, "come back to your grandmother!"
"We feel sorry for the dog.
The growler, the smiler, the ready "assisrter"
the genial old gentleman whose pockets seem to
be reservoirs of pepperments fer the children,
the noisy man who wishes to make others think
he is something large at home; the timid little
woman who is afraid she will get off at the
wrong place; the religious crank; a SeventhDay
Adventist; "holy roller," or something of
the kind, who is seeking to "convert" somebody
at every turn, are the "outstanding" types we
see, and one may learn something hy observing
them.
An old pastor delivering the charge to a very
young pastor at the latter's ordination, with
great emphasis, advised the beginner thus,
"And above all brother, if it rains, let it rain!"
For this, however, he failed to acknowledge his
indebtedness to Longfellow's "The Birds of
Killingworth." To bear with equanimity whatever
comes is a valuable gift. If one cannot help
it, one should simply accept it and be as pleasant
as possible about it. The train is now four
hours late and connections are lost. The conductor
and porter did not make it so. But one
would think so from the remarks made to them.
Be sweet. Get the best you can out of the situation,
and make it brighter to others.
A glorious vista opened one side of our way.
It was a splendid confusion of cliffs, gorges,
water, rock, with back ground of towering mountain,
sky-piercing peaks. Most of us were entranced.
But one poor fellow was disgusted.
"My," said he, "I would not take a whole
country like this for my farm. How do the people
live here?" It reminded us of a rich, old
farmer, a pretty good man in his way, who was
with us visiting the Shepherd's Field near
Bethlehem; whose whole thought and expression
were not of the scene once witnessed there,
and of the chorus of angels and their advenl
song, but of the very poor grazing the field
afforded 1
She sat entranced in a novel whose staring title
we could see, was veritable trash. The train
shot into a great tunnel. She groaned and laid
the book open side down on her lap. Another
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she became positively annoyed, impatient, and
did not conceal the fact. These tunnels stopped
the story and the heroine or desperado was left
in some tragic attitude for a minute or two. The
interruptions did not tell her, for she literally
had no mind for it?of the splendid scenery
through which we were speeding all too fast
The next was on us. Sbine nickels and dime.*
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lay on the deck of the boat. Seeing no one
looking after the coins, we picked them un anH
with honesty passed around inquiring for an
owner. No owner "transpired." We reluctantly
put them in our own pocket, but
could not resist a little obtrusive sense of
increased financial ability and just barely perceptible
elation over the good porter's tips,
car fares and other things we had from the
find and its undiscoverable ownership. Our
elation was short lived. Another nickel suddenly
appeared. It struck the floor near us.
As it came out of the editorial trouser's leg we
explored and found a hole in the editorial pocket.
We had been rejoicing over our own spilling.
Such is life?so full of disappointments.
The loud talking man in the smoking compartment
who DUnctllfltes PVPrv apnt-oona nrWV
one to three profane words thinks himself very
smart, if he has mental power sufficient to do
such a vigorous thing as to think. He does
not know how he excites in those who are compelled
to hear him only intense disgust and profound
contempt. He does not know his poverty
of language stands out, how inane are
the shreds of thought that like poor rags stand
between his expressions of profanity, how void
he Is of common decency and how ignorant of
the rules which govern gentlemen when they
meet each other in groups. Bad grammar, bad
expression, bad thought, bad manners, bad raor
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poor fellow has all those, and has not the intelligence
to know it!
Really though, we feel like excusing this chap
as we hear, without ability to be deaf to it unless
we put our fingers in our ears that other
girl over there. She is very young, very pretty,
very piquant. She has a bright smile and
fine teeth, and a broad red ribbon around her
head, pushing a little fringe of her dark locks
down until they nearly meet her eyes, making
her look as if she had no forehead, with the
inevitable impression that goes with the sight
of no brow, fine brow or "dome of thought."
She interlards her gay talk with two young
men with a frequent "gee whiz!" She thinks
. it quite lively and bright, but it spoils all her
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office whom we once congratulated on his success
in the election of the day before. He had
evidently had several cups. "Aw, cut it out!"
was his happy reply to one felicitation. "Aw,
cut it out!" was his reply to the next man who
congratulated him. "We beeame fascinated. We
stood by and for fifteen minutes we heard not
another expression from his distinguished lips.
Will he not be likely to electrify the national leg1
islature when he gets there, and will he not
reflect honor upon the constituency that he will
represent f
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It is said that Paderewski, the world-famed
pianist, has returned from a visit to South Afri1
ca in disgust. He thinks the South Africans
' are not sufficiently appreciative of fine art.
1 Among several incidents that drove him to this
opinion he says that while he was playing the
piano very softly on a voyage down the coast
a man came tip and said, "Here you, stop that
noise." In commenting on the great pianist's
' chagrin the Johannesburg Star says, "It is not
our.fault if artists visit Johannesburg nnrier the
impression that we are an open gold mine."
News comment says, "He has been worshipped
i for his music and loved for his hair and at the
i close of his concerts, women have embarrassed
him by flinging themselves at his feet." As between
the women who fling themselves at his
feet and the men who say, "Stop that noise,"
i we believe we have the most respect for the men.