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“Count it all joy when ye fall into divers tempta tions.” Also, he says: “Blessed is the man that endureth temptation, for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life which the Lord hath prom ised to them that love him.” No man can ever grow in grace who does not face the tempter. How can I tell to-day whether I am stronger than I was yesterday? Yesterday’s temp tations still haunt me, but I am stronger to meet them. It is only as we meet the tempter and con quer that we can hope to get stronger. But let us never imagine the tempter is dead. When Temptation is Sin. Now, a word in conclusion: If temptation is common, and if temptation is also a means of growth, when does it become sin? James says: -‘ 1 Let no man say when he is tempted, I am tempt ed of God,’ for God cannot be tempted with evil, neither tempteth he any man.” But every man is tempted when drawn away by his own lust, when lust hath conceived it bringeth forth sin.” Then the temptation, when it hath conceived, is sin. It is not when the thing is carried into effect at all. It is when it is conceived in the heart that it is sin. “I cannot help the birds flying over my head, but I can stop them from building nests in my hair.” Let us take this illustration: Satan comes to me and says: “You go down here to the back door of the Neal Loan and Banking Company, for the cashier failed to lock the door, and so and so has a combination of the lock, and you can help yourself to the money.” I need money, and say: Satan, are you sure no body will ever know anything about it?” “Good scheme as you ever saw,” he says. I say, “All right, I will do it.” I start to get the money, and Satan meets me again, and says: “The cashier found out he left the door unlocked, and has gone back, and locked it as tight as wax.” Tn my heart I committed the sin. I agreed with Satan to do the evil deed. The failure to get there did not change it at all. Whenever you decide you will do a wrong thing, provided everything works out properly, then and there you sin. The Way of Escape. God save us from the seductiveness of Satan. There is only one way of escape, and that is to stay close to God, to be able to look un and ask him for his way of escape. The way will come if we will let him have his way. Paul says: “There hath no temptation taken you hut such as is common to man, but God is faithful who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able, hut will with the temptation make the way of escape, that ye may be ahle to bear it.” If we keep looking to God, we can live the life of victory. “Yield not to temptation, For yielding is sin.” .Here is a man in prison, and he is told to look to the jailor who has provided away of escape. He looks to him, and is delivered. So Jesus Christ of fers to ns deliverance. When we are in the hands of the tempter, he savs. “Just look to me, and I will provide the way of escape.” Miss Lucile Stevens, of Atlanta, has been chosen as teacher of domestic science in the n°w Secondary Industrial School of Columbus. Georgia. She is a graduate of the State Normal School and of Pratt Institute, New York. Other teachers chosen are: L. J. Bogers, Columbus, mechanical arts department; C. A. Seal. West Chester. Pa., textile department; Miss Jennie Charlesworth. Norwalk. Conn., commer cial branches; E. M. Broderick, Oil City, Pa., man ual training. The students from the Italian universities and government school are no longer content to seek ■noorly-paid government employment or to enter into the ranks of the overcrowded professions, hut are seeking technical instruction so that they may join in the new movement and make an adequate future for themselves. • The Golden Age for August 9,1906. To Lillian in Heaven. By Margaret A. Richard. Lillian, Lillian, up in heaven, Do you hear my spirit call In the silence of the night-time, When the dark is over all? Do you know how much I miss you— Miss you, darling, every day— \ ' Since that evening when the angels I Bore you far from me away? f. ‘ Lillian, Lillian, up in heaven, Do you wander, hand in hand, With the happy hearted angels Through a lovely Wonderland? ’ Do you listen to such music As on earth we never hear, Played and sung by choirs celestial With a sweetness past compare? Lillian, Lillian, up in heaven, Where all things are fair and glad, Do you lovingly remember One on earth whose heart is sad? 7 > Do you pause, sometimes, in singing To waft her a thought of love, And to pray her to come quickly To the bliss that waits above? A Golden Wedding. It is not often that we can gather together to welcome four generations of one family and to cele brate the Golden Wedding of the founder of the house. But July 10th, 1906, marked such an anni versary in the lives of Mr. and Mrs. Dempsey Rob erts, who live near Greenville, Ga. Sixty guests were present at the home of their son, and a delightful dinner was served in the large hall of the hospitable home. The table seated twenty guests at a time and was most artistically decorated, while the viands, prepared by Mr. and Mrs. R. L. Roberts, were of the choicest variety, and were heartily enjoyed by all. Rev. J. H. House of Oakland, Ga., was an honor ed and welcome guest whose presence added much to the occasion. Seven grandchildren of the “bridal couple” were present, the three little ones of Mr. and Mrs. Billy Spivey of Wooster, Ga., being the representatives of the “ fourth gen eration. ’ ’ The feeling of gaiety and mirth was mingled with one of sadness as the memories of the past gathered close with the facts of the present. We looked fifty years hack and saw a manly youth of 21 years and a happy blushing maiden of 17 summers standing at the marriage altar, in the home of Mr. Jones Roberts near Wooster, Ga., and Rev. Nathan Williams, pronouncing them as one flesh, uniting them in the holy bonds of wed lock. But on this wedding anniversary we find a faith ful and brave Confederate veteran and an honored Mason, with Its devoted and loving wife, a true hearted Christian. Together they have trudged life’s pathway for fifty years, reaching the ripe ages of 71 and 67 years. Their manner towards friends and relatives has ever been one characteristic of generous hospi tality, denoting true Southern blood. We would not wish for fhesp friends things im possible, hut we sav: “Mav God bless them and receive them into His firmer and better kingdom where they can ever celebrate the beautiful mar riage supper of the Lamb.” “A Friend.” When Herbert Snencer was a bov his father him awav from home to school. The voungster be came homesick, and, with two shilling *n his pockets, made his way home, over I°o miles., in three davs. walking most of the way. He did fortv eight miles the first dav and fnrtv-seven on the second. On the third day a frieodlv coach driver took him most of the way for nothing. For Comfort of Militia Encamped at Chickamauga. The state committee of the Young Men’s Chris tion Association of Georgia will be represented at the Chickamauga encampment with large headquar ters. A tent 40 by 60 feet will be in charge of Mr. H. M. Johnson, the Secretary of the Association in Savannah, assisted by Mr. T. M. Lemly, Secretary of the Americus Association. Mr. Johnson did this sort of work during the Spanish-American war, thus becoming known to many of the Georgia soldiers, and acquainted with the needs of camp life. The tent will be equipped with reading matter, writing material, ice water, a large variety of games, musical instruments and everything possible for the convenience and pleasure of the soldiers. General Bubb, who will be in command of the camp, has notified the state committee that the best location possible for the tent will be provided. Entertainments, as well as religious meetings, will be conducted in the tent, which will also he placed at the disposal of the regimental chaplains for the conduct of religious services, thus combin ing all that can be done to add to the pleasure and profit of the men while in camp. To Annette. ♦ By Arthur L. Hardy. I would not give the wealth of thy proud love For all the treasure of the earth and sea; True as the course in which the planets move Is the rich passion of thy love for me. True goodness is impressed upon thy soul, Fidelity is graven on thy heart, Thou art a queen of Nature’s fairest mould, And naught unworthy can thy life impart. A princess never could more regal be, A garden never held a rose more pure, No violet ever matched thy modesty, No saint e’er held his course to heaven more sure. Thy breast is a consistory where kneels All the sweet graces of pure of pure womanhood, A thought of thee ignoble impulse quells, And wakes a yearning to be true and good. To hold love’s sweet companionship with thee Is to be led where truth and honor shine, Thy love is as a stainless shield to me To turn the flaming sword of wrath divine. And I will cling to thee till love’s last day Sinks slowly down the goden west of time; And when we fare from life’s dear ways away, Our heaven shall be of love’s sweet past a sign. Don’t Talk or Think Limitations. Make up your mind that the Creator made you to enjoy life and to have all the good things in this world necessary to your well-being and moral and spiritual growth. Think large things for your self; for God did not set for you the narrow limit which you have in mind. Limitation in thought will certainly produce limitation in possession. If you are convinced that you will never have much, that you are poor, and will remain so, the chances are ten to one that you will. How can you expect to expand your life, to en large your possessions, to widen your sphere, while you think and talk limitation? Enlarge your hori zon; be generous to yourself in thought and ambi tion. The Creator never made people to limp along the starvation line, there are enough resources in the world to make everybody well, happy and con tented. The great trouble with us is that we cir cumscribe ourselves by thinking within narrow limits. “As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he. ’ ’ —Exchange. An English newspaper had this death notice the other day: “At Stratford-on-Avon, age seventy five. William Shakespeare. At rest.” 5