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ginia. As I went in, I was given a candle, which was to furnish light. When we got in the midst of stalactites and stalagmites, I was disappointed. They were pretty, but not half so pretty as I ex pected. Finally, my guide took from his pocket a roll of magnesium ribbon, and asked me to give him my candle, which I did. He then touched the ribbon to it, and such a light as I have never seen flashed out through the cave. My! stalactites and stalagmites such as I had never dreamed of before were before me. They had been there all* the time. I had not been able to see them. So in the comprehension of the word of God. We fail, because we rely too much on our candle-light of reason. God wants us to offer up our minds to be touched by his Spirit. Then the true light flashes out, and that which we have never seen is brought before us in dazzling splendor. Again, we need the Spirit for power in service. Once I saw an electric car loaded with passengers come to a standstill abort half way up a hill. The motorman had great’ difficulty in keeping it from running backward. Somebody asked what was the matter, and the conductor said: “The trolley has jumped the tram wire.” How much like the Church! The majority of ns preachers are working more on the back brakes than anything else. We have given up hope, and all we now expect is to keep from running backward. The trouble is there is no connection between the tram wire of power and the trolley of faith. Let us make the connection according to the will of God. GUIDANCE. Now take one further step. Tt is the will of God that we should be guided in daily life. This is perhaps more practical than anything else. Psalms 32:8: “I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way that thou shouldst go.” Is not this a blessed promise? How we are confronted by the perplexities of life! But, b'essed be God, there is a way of light. We may have to wait to see it, but the waiting pays. Sometimes we get the worst of it by not waiting. Here is a man confronted with a certain proposition. He does not know whether to accept it or not. It looks dark both ways. And, after awhile he says: “I cannot wait any longer for God to tell me: I must take matters in my own hands, and do the best I can.” Every time we do that, we come out lacking. We can afford-to wait if we are waiting on God. But does God promise to guide every one of us? Under certain conditions he does. Solomon tells us whom God proposes to guide. Proverbs 3:6: “In all thy ways, acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.” God will guide every one who acknowledges him. It is said that Mendelssohn, the great musician, once went to a German village to see a new organ that had been put in at one of the cathedrals. It was in the early part of Mendelssohn’s life. His music was known, but he himslf was not. When he got in the cathedral, he found the young organ ist practicing. It chanced that he was practicing one of Mendelssohn’s own pieces. Os course, this thrilled him, and he walked up to where the young man was playing the organ, and said: “My friend, would you mind letting a stranger play your in- G. Campbell Morgan secured by The Golden Age We hurry to the THINKING people of America this almost STARTLING announcement: We have received a cablegram from Dr. G. Campbell Morgan, the famous London preacher, announcing his acceptance of THE GOLDEN AGE’S offer for the serial right in America of his wonderful “Track Through the Bible,” comprising the personally revised and signed notes of his famous Friday night lectures which attracted over 2,000 people; the most remarkable work of modern times. This is the heart and head of the great preacher’s whole life. 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The Golden Age for November 8, 1906. strument just a little?” The young man, not know ing who he was, said: “No. I am not to allow any strange hands to touch this k yboard.” Mendels sohn stood there a moment, and then walked about the building. Finally, he came back, and said: “My friend, will you not allow me to piny just a little?” The young performer, tired of being in terrupted, said: “No, sir, I told you that no inex perienced hands could touch this keyboard, and I meant what I said. You will please go out of the building, or let me alone.” This was almost as much as the young musician could stand. He pulled himself away, however, and walked through the building again, but he could not keep away from the organ. His soul was on fire. His fingers were restless. He wanted to get a chance to touch the keyboard of that instrument, and so he went back the third time, and said: “My friend, excuse me, but I feel as if I must ask you once more. Please let me sit down on the stool, and play just a little.” “Well,” said the young organist, “if nothing else will do you, sit down, and try your hand and I will go out and sun myself.” Young Mendelssohn then sat down on the stool, and began fumbling with the keyboard, adjust’ng things to suit hims'lf, while the young organist started out, but he did not get very far before he found that there was a master hand touching the instrument. He turned, and rush ed back up the gallery where the organ was, and looking the young performer in the face, he said very nervously: “Will yon please, sir, tell me your name”? He said: “Certainly, My name is Mendelssohn.” “Oh,” said the young or ganist, “excuse me! A thousand times I beg your pardon. Just think of it! I would not let yon. a master, take my place, and make music upon my in strument.” My Christian friends, at best, there is but little harmony in our lives; at best, we a r e living in the midst of discord; we know very little about how to play on the keyboard of life. God never intended that we should play it alone. This instrument, with these keys, was made for the fingers of Gol. The Triune Cod comes close to us, and savs: “Child of my creation, leave off trying to control your own life. Let mv fingers play on the keyboard of your life. You must be tired of this discord, of this con fusion of sounds that you think, perhaps, may be so good, but as I see it is most miserable discord. Let me have the keyboard, and I’ll make music.” What answer shall we make? Shall we say: “No, I want to do the best I can with it. I cannot sur render. I am afraid thou wilt not make the mu sic that I like.” Oh, my God. help us to leave the keyboard, and let the Holv Spirit come, and touch its keys, and make music displace discord. This is life in “the will of God.” “All those who journey, soon or late Must pass within the gaiden’s gate; Must kneel alone in da kness there, And battle with some fierce despair. God pity those who cannot say. ‘Not mine, but thine’; who only pray, ‘Let the cup pass,’ and cannot see The purpose in Gethsemane.” Falsely Charged. A little Northern boy was visiting the South for the first time. His awe and admiration for the darkeys knew no bounds. Meeting a little negro boy one day, he screwed up his courage to ask him his name. “I is dun called David,” promptly replied the little negro. “Oh!” exclaimed the little fellow, his face full of delighted surprise, “are you the David that killed Goliath?” Th? little negro gave him a terrified dance, and, sticking his dusky knuckles in his eyes, shrieked out, “Naw, I ain’t nebber teched him.”—Ex. Edibles Anyhow. A party sailing on the Kaiser Wilhelm der Grosse received from some well-meaning but prov incial friends a basket of fruit addressed to them in care of “The Kaiser Wilhelm der Grocer.”— Ex. The Exposition at Jamestown. (Continued from page 2.) The exception to this plan is to be the dining room, which is to be an exact reproduction of the room at Bulloch Hall where Mrs. Roosevelt was married—the furniture is to be borrowed for the exposition and the reproduction is to be perfect in every particular. Another feature is to be the laying out of the grounds around the Georgia Building, for here also the exact reproduction of Bulloch Hall is to be given—even to the violets which grow along the pathway leading to the hospitable door—these blossoms to be transplanted from cuttings of those now growing at Bulloch Hall, and a bit of the old well curbing, with the swinging bucket, is also to be used at Jamestown, making the illusion quite perfect. The Sentiment of the Georgia Building. So much for the mechanical arrangement of Geor gia’s building at Jamestown, but there is a senti ment which underlies and counterbalances the de vice of the building, its beauty and its usefulness. This sentiment is the fact that Mr. Mitchell, as a representative of the people of Georgia, has been able to so far dispose of the last remnant of po litical prejudice and to so far honor a noted son because of a gentle southern mother, that the son himself must commend the deed in words of hearti est approval. Mr. Roosevelt wrote to Mr. Mitchell expressing his pleasure in the thought of Bulloch Hall for a Georgia building and it is believed that Mr. Mitchell’s present plan is to have the president make a speech on Georgia day at the exposition— a speech which shall knit together in yet closer * bonds the people of the South and of the north— the people of America and of the world, for not on ly those within our midst but beyond the seas as well, all must unite in offering rarest homage to a people or a nation which shall honor the mother of heroes despite all differences and difficulties of places or of parties. 5