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4 JUGS AND JHQS Solomon’s Stirring Plea For Boys. The question is often asked, “What is the Anti- Saloon League?” In general terms I would say: It’s a born enemy of the saloon, a defender of the home, a strong ally of the churches. Indeed it’s the churches in action against God’s worst enemy. It’s an uncompromising friend of a clean, sober, virtuous government. It makes for real man hood in the citizen, happiness in the home and power in the State. It's opposed to everything the saloon stands for. and stands for everything the saloon opposes. In the very nature of things, they can not agree. They are diametrically opposed to each other—as much so as daylight and darkness. There can never be any compromise. The one is born of heaven, and is seeking the welfare of the people; the other is the child of Hell, and is making for the people's damnation. But to be more definite, the Anti-Saloon League is a federation of the churches, Missionary'Societies, Sunday Schools, W. C. T. U.’s and all good people that hate the liquor traffic— marching with concert of action, with united pur pose and with definite methods against the foulest blot on Christian civilization—the licensed saloon. As I see it, outside of Jesus Christ, who hung on the tree, poor, suffering, down-trodden humanity has no sweeter, stronger friend on the earth than the Anti-Saloon League. Under its mighty power in other States many a saloon has been closed, hun dreds and thousands of young men have been saved from drunkards’ graves, loving sisters saved from wretchedness, poverty and disgrace, and poor old mothers have had their bleeding hearts rejoice again as they would see their children coming home to live clean, sober, happy lives. One Out of Five Boys. When the saloon would go out of town, how often would heaven come into the heart. The roses would bloom afresh, and withered hopes revive, and singing spring from an exulting soul, and laughter come to lips that were dumb. It’s said that one out of every five boys is captured by the saloon. Father, that boy may be yours. What are you going to do about it? What is he worth? What would you take for him? Mark his splendid brow, his rosy cheeks, his roguish eyes. See his manly form, his graceful carriage; hear the merry laughter as it peals out on the air. Ah! that boy is a very prince. My boy! you ask; what I would take for my boy? Why, sir, his price is above rubies. He is not for sale. All the wealth of all the worlds could not for a moment tempt me. He is beyond price. But. stop, man! Have you not already sold him? Did you not offer him up on the altar of greed or lust or paltry honors when you cast that vote in favor of the rum shop? You did not think of your boy then. Alas! that he was so easily forgotten. It was your selfish self that was so dear. Perhaps it was the emolument of office that appealed to you; perhaps hope of renown; perhaps the fear of pub lic opinion. But let that be as it may. You cast your vote for the liquor candidate. You said by the freeman’s ballot, “I am in favor of the sa loon;” but remember in lifting up the saloon you have cast down • your innocent and helpless boy. Dare you take the risk! Will you sit quietly by, or soundly sleep, while the infernal gin mill is grind ing up the precious children? The next child that goes into the hopper may be your child. Methinks I see him now right on the brink of ruin. I see the gilded, glaring palace of hell, as it makes a bid for him. He is walking mid the pitfalls of death. Thousands of the most promising young men of the country are going down every day to a drunkard’s doom. Sirs, it’s enough to make the very stones beneath our feet cry out. Will men, will civilized men, will Christian men, hold their, peace? Roosevelt said: “All I ask is a square deal for every man. Give him a fair chance. Do not let him wrong any one and do not let him be wronged.” But how can our young men and boys have a The Golden Age for March 1, 1906. square deal and a fair chance with an open saloon before them. Our beautiful boys and girls in all their innocence and promise, with dumb eloquence cry, “Give us a chance; take the saloon out of our path.” Vermont Exports Men. Some one said: “Vermont’s chief export in the past has been men.” It’s equally true that Georgia’s blistering shame is her licensed saloon. Shall Georgians any longer for blood money of fer their children on the altar of moloch? Aside from damning the ones next to your own hearts, you are opening the black portals of death to the saloon keeper. To the God of Avarice and Greed, gentlemen are sacrificing, and that without one drop of mercy, their blind, deluded victims. Think how these lost souls must haunt their murderers through all eternity! It’s high time that the public con science were quickened, and that the fine sentiment in the State were crystallized and focalized against the monster crime of civilization. Unfurl the banner, let our churches begin to march, and in the strength of the eternal God, we shall break the liquor power in Georgia and close the last infamous saloon. For surely the saloon bar is: “A bar to Heaven, a door to Hell, Whoever named it, named it welt. A bar to manliness and wealth, A door to "want and broken health; A bar to honor, pride and fame, A door to sin and grief and shame; A bar to hope, a bar to prayer, A door to drunkenness and despair. A bar to honored, useful life, A door to brawling, senseless strife; A bar to all that’s true and brave, A door to every drunkard’s grave; A bar to joys that home imparts, A door to tears and aching hearts; A bar to heaven, a door to hell, Whoever named it, named it well.” J. C. Solomon, State Supt. Georgia Anti-Saloon League. o Sam Jones and Whiskey. In his recent speech at the Bijou theater in At lanta, under the auspices of the Anti-Saloon League, Sam Jones said: “I began life with as bright pros pects as any Georgia boy ever had. I went away and married a lovely blue-eyed Kentucky girl, who trusted me with herself, her future—he rearthly all. But whisky soon tempted me and I fell. For several years I trampled on her loving, tender, bleeding heart. The sparkle faded from her eye and the roses fad?d from her cheeks. I think of it all now since God has redeemed me. I think of all the sorrow whisky brought my poor wife and my poor life—and I hate whisky; I hate it! I’ll hit as long as I have a foot! I’ll BUTT as long as I have a head! I’ll bite as long as I have any teeth—and when I wear my teeth* out, I’ll GUM it to death!” By her influence in the political world, Rome pre pared the sphere in which Christianity was to work, She made it possible by the protection she afforded the workers, the roads she built as well as by her ships on every sea, for the missionaries of the new way to go and freely tell the story of redeeming love. For the first time since then is the political con dition practically duplicated to-day. One of the greatest phenomena in the present day world is the marvellous growth of the Christian nations in po litical power. In 1600 the Christian nations ruled over only 7 per cent, of the surface of the earth; in 1893 they ruled over eighty-two per cent. In the same time the extent of the surface of the earth ruled over by the non-Christian nations receded from ninety-three per cent, to only eighteen per cent. Junius W. Millard. The Tabernacle Pulpit. (Continued from page 3.) no mind so dull but that it can take in this argu ment. It is hard enough to get a sick man to take medicine, let alone one who thinks himself veil. The mission of the doctor is ever to the sick, and the more dangerous the sickness, the more urgent the need for the doctor. 2. The Appeal. “Go ye and learn what that meaneth, I will have mercy and not sacrifice.” Ref erence is made here to Hosea 6: 6, where the prophet says, “I desire kindness and not sacrifice.” It is a kind of rebuke to these proud Pharisees who sup posedly knew the law. They were great sticklers for the letter of the law, but knew nothing of its spirit—the spirit of mercy, kindness and goodness. Alas! alas! there are so many like them now. Mr. Moody once said: “I had rather fellowship one of these big-hearted, jolly-spirited, mercy-lov ing weaklings who now and then stumble and fall, than one of these cold, lifeless, money-grinding le galists whose bowels of compassion are never dis turbed.” I am sure that the church of today does not real ize the force that there is in this remark. We some times hastily deal with the first man, and fawn before the second. The second man is generally the man of affairs, ne is such because he has no com passion, no mercy. And the man of affairs usually controls the church. 3. The Declaration: “I am not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.” Oh, what a glorious mission! How full of comfort and hope it has been to earth’s millions of tempest-tossed souls. From palace to prison it has shed its light of hope. “Sinners to repentance!” How glad we are that he did not come to call the righteous; “for there is none righteous, no, not one.” “All have sinned and come short of the glory of God.” Jesus came to call sinners! If we had to work out our salva tion we would never get to Jesus. The injunction: “Work out your salvation,” to be sure has a mean ing, but it does not mean that we are to work our selves into salvation. It is an injunction given to those who are already Christians. It is to work out that which he has worked in. Never mind about the gravity of sin. It may stand before the soul as a great barrier, but Jesus came to overcome the barrier and save the sinner. I wish we could feel the force of this fact. I am sure we would be found praying and laboring for men and women who are now ignored. For, after all, Jesus does not look upon sin in the way that we do. To him unbelief is sin—the biggest sin in the world. These Pharisees who criticised Jesus for eating with publicans and sinners, never thought this. They thought that to live a fairly moral,life was enough. There are thousands at the present time who are just like them. Once I asked a woman, who was attending mv meetings, if she was not a sinner, and she got mad. She took it as. an insult. She said, “No, lam not a sinner, I am a lady.” It never entered her head that unbelief, a failure to accent Christ, was a sin. Ob ! let us remember that Jesus is here in this world to save sinners, and when his salvation comes in, sin goes goes out, and goes out forever. No other gospel is needed; no other will do the work. All the preaching of culture and civilization and hu manitarianism that this world can have is not enough to save one sinner. Christ and Him crucified is the sinner’s Savior and the world’s Redeemer. In recent meetings in Boston I met a man who for twenty years had drunk whiskey and managed theatres. He was one of the most noted theatre managers in the country. His drink finally got the best of him, and he became a vagabond upon the Boston Commons. He tried every remedy known to man, and they all failed him. Finally, on the Com mons, one Sunday afternoon, he heard a redeemed drunkard tell of the power of Jesus Christ to save and sanctify a drunkard. He yielded his life to this Savior, and walked out of the Commons a saved man. For a number of yeais this man lias been one of Boston’s most effective Christian workers. His tes timony alone is mightier than many sermons. He never speaks without telling of the power of Jesus Christ to have a drunkard, and take the thirst for liquor out of his mouth. Thank God for the feast in Matthew’s house! From it we get our assurance that Jesus Christ is come into the world to save sinners.