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Some one says, “I cannot do any Christian work, I have to take care of my children.” Is that the way you look at Christian work? It is the work we do in the home, on the street, in the store or in the factory. Jesus Christ wants to be just as much in the everyday life of a man as he does in the Sunday work. I remember a young man at college. He was selected by the faculty to be one of the speakers at commencement. Everything that he had as as sets was a praying, Godly mother. When the time came for him to speak, he had no clothes suitable to appear before the public. He had a good coat and vest, but no trousers and shoes. I remember bow he looked in his clothes out on the campus the day before commencement. He did everything he could to get clothes to speak in. He went home and tried to get some of the neighbors to buy them for him. His mother and father did not have credit enough to buy them for him. His mother said, “The Lord would give them.” She prayed and he prayed. The next thing he knew it was the talk among the boys as to whether or not the Lord would pay any attention to his prayer. The night before he was to speak the next day, he went to rehearse at ten o’clock. When he went back to his room, he found a pair of trousers and a pair of shoes. Nobody ever knew where they came from, except that every body who knows anything about prayer thinks that Jesus Christ sent them. Do you find yourself more and more trusting in Christ for these tilings? If so, you are growing in grace. “Lovest Thou Me?” After the meal was over Jesus took Peter in hand. It seemed necessary that Jesus should show Peter his love. It was the same Peter who denied Jesus. No doubt he had repented and been forgiven, yet there was doubtless a lack of something. I do not think he doubted his forgiveness, but felt that he did not have the same tender fellowship with Jesus that he had before. He could not see how Jesus could take him back and give him his former place after he had been so unfaithful. Jesus loved Peter and wanted to straighten him out, so he took him in charge. There are two things always necessary to full as surance. One is that Jesus shall be assured of us, and the other is that we shall be assured of Jesus. Both these James had in mind in this case, and both are clearly brought out. He took Peter aside and said, “Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me more than these?” The thing that Jesus wanted to get out of Peter was his love for him. Peter answered, “Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee.” Then no doubt he added, “But there is my lie back there.” I can hear Jesus say, “Never mind about what you were; do you love me now? I do not care who you were, and I do not care what your history is, how do you stand to-day?” If the church of Christ could get to that place, we would have no trouble in convincing the world about Jesus. Here comes a woman in the church. Back yonder she did something that she ought not to have done. Finally, somebody in the church finds it out. When she comes to church again you can hear all sorts of unkind remarks about her. Once we had a girl who sang in our church choir, who lost her grip on God and went into sin. I shall never forget how one day a man in the church who had no right to throw stones came to me and said, “If you do not stop trying to get that girl back into the church, the church is going to resent it.” I said, “Let the church resent it. I do not care. I will do my duty by that girl if every devil in hell howls.” Some good people of the church stood by me. A few years passed and one Sunday morning I preached. I did not know this girl was in the church. I had not seen her in twelve months. I asked backsliders to come forward. I saw the door swing back, and coining from behind it was that 2’irl. She came down the aisle almost running, and weeping bitterly. She rushed up to me and fell prostrate right in front of the platform. I took her by the hand, and the thing that did my heart more good than any ten sermons I ever heard, was th' The Golden Age for April 26, 1906. way the choir did that day. The young lady who had sat by her side in the choir came and put her arms around her and kissed her. Then one after another of the choir came to welcome her back. God was in that church. No wonder it prospered. It had the spirit of Christ. Our love for Jesus to day is what he is concerned about. Simon Peter. What did he do for Simon Peter? He must as sure him of his love by something he wanted him to do for him. Said he: “Simon Peter, if you love me, I will show’ you that I love you and can trust you; feed my lambs.” I tell you when Jesus 'Christ can trust a man with his lambs he has gone a great deal further in Chris tian experience than some of us will ever get. “Feed my lambs.” How could Peter want any higher as surance of his restored position than that? It was the very highest compliment that Jesus could give him. “I will put my lambs in your hands.” It would have been so much if he had only said, “Feed my sheep.” Old sheep are fixed in their ways and it does not make so much difference what they eat, they will not be hurt. Has the Lord given you the lambs? If so, he has given you the highest place of any man on earth. I like to think of Jesus taking a poor, cursing, ly ing disciple who has been forgiven and restored, and giving him his lambs to feed. Oh, have you been a cold, stumbling disciple? Do you feel that you have brought reproach upon the cause of Christ? Only repent to-day. He will take you back just like you are. He will do more; he will trust you as if nothing had gotten in the way. Come on back to Jesus, dear soul; he is ready to make it all right. Life’s Mirror. There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave, There are souls that are pure and true. Then give to the world the best you have And the best will come back to you. Give love, and love unto your life will flow A strength in your utmost need; Have faith, and a score of hearts Will have faith in your word and deed. Give truth, and your gift will be paid in kind And honor will honor meet, And a smile that is sweet will surely find A smile that is just as sweet. Give pity and sorrow for those who mourn You will gather in flowers again The scattered seed from your thought outborne, Though the sowing seemed in vain. For life is a mirror of king or queen, It is just What we are and do, Then give to the world the best you have, And the best will come back to you. —Clarence J. Owens. The indians are in distress from hunger on the Lehmi reserve. They have usually lived through this season of the year on credit from the mer chants, based on promises of wood deliveries during the summer. On account of the issuance of the orders for removal of the Indians to the Fort Hall reservation, credit is now refused the Indians. Un less government aid is extended there will be ex treme suffering and disorders will result. San Francisco. (Continued from Page 2.) And this “pioneer spirit” accounts for many things in the making of San Francisco, just as it will count for many things in its re-making now. Courage, loyalty and energy seemed packed away in the small knapsack of the ’49’er, and these ele ments made San Francisco what it was. To even enumerate the splendid public buildings of San Francisco would be impossible with our limited space, and yet no mention of the city should be made without some allusion to its splendid schools, its magnificent hospitals, hotels, libraries, and museums; while its retail stores, its million dol lar Custom House and City Hall, its world-famous Golden Gate Park—with an aviary and a hot house unrivalled in any city of the country—have be come known everywhere by the mere force of their transcendent superiority. There was one thing, however, that San Francisco lacked, and it was a lack that her own people saw and recognized and deplored—this was its compar atively Few Private Homes. Stately residences it did have—Nob Hill, crowned by palaces of wealth equaling in luxurious appoint ments the court residences of the Old World, hotels without number, and of every variety as to price, style and general conditions; apartment houses, with restaurants attached, varying litle from a reg ular hotel, save that the rooms were furnished by occupants; these there were without number, but the individual homes were not abundant. There were several reasons for this the chief among them may be mentioned the high priced do mestic—Chinese labor though good when obtained was high—sl.oo a day being the minimum for which a Chinaman would work, while the few domestic servants, either white or colored, in regular service demanded from $5 to SIO.OO weekly, while verv often it was impossible to attain “heli)” at any price. Rents, too, were high, and there was a great dearth of small houses in the better parts of the city. Small families almost invariably lived in the “family hotels” which to my mind, and to the minds of many Eastern people are “the abomination of desolations.” Domestic help seems the only real barrier to domestic life, for provisions were cheap and the markets among the most abundant in the land. The housekeeper could purchase any and ev ery conceivable article of diet, either cooked or un cooked, at the public markets, while even the large department stores boasted a market attached where fish, meats, game, as well as innumerable delicacies, were on sale at all hours. Many families lived entirely on food purchase.l thus and in such homes comparatively little cooking was ever done. et another feature of life in San Francisco which amused, interested and attracted the East ern visitor was The Restaurants. In numbers and varieties, in cheapness and in ex cellence, the restaurants of San Francisco rivalled the world. W ith even small orders, salads of most delicious make, and potatoes, with bread and but ter were served gratuitously, and the average per son could lunch most bountifully on fifteen cents, while twenty-five cents was the maximum business man’s luncheon, which he invariably dignified with the name “dinner!” So much has been said and written of the Chinese tlement in 'San Francisco that it is quite familiar to every one, but to the new resident in the city it was always a source of surprise to have the Chinese peddlers so constantly at hand, and it was a con stant temptation, to the feminine element to pur chase the articles displayed. This is not to be won dered at when it is considered that the wares shown varied from an exquisite Satsuma vase to a daintily made undergarment and from a huge boiled crab or lobster (either one enough for an entire family) to the freshest of early spring vegetables. These scattered “impressions” are just a few of the many which assail one’s mind during these days when the very word San Francisco conjures up untold horror, suffering and loss. ft is quite impossible to think of the city as a ruin—of course it is all true, but the pity of it is inconceivable save by those who saw it in its glorious prime. One thought persists, however, in the minds of those who know that brave, sturdy, unconquered and unconquerable Western people—they builded the city in the past when it was but a tiny, unknown Spanish mission. They bore its brick and mortar, its men and mules over trackless miles of desert wilds; they wrested it from the waters of the Bay, they reclaimed it from the more rapacious hand of greed and lawlessnes-s; they protected it with love and power and despite the firce trial of today, the brave spirit of its people still lives, and with the cordial support, sympathy and interest of the whole civilized world, a new and perhaps a greater city will be built upon the ruins of the old. S. T. Dalsheimer. 5