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Alphoilso X, king of
Leon and Castile in Spain, and
surnamed the “w’ise.” On hear
ing that his pages neglected to
ask the divine olessing on their
daily meals, he determined to re
buke them. He invited them all
to dine with him. A bountiful
repast was spread, and at a giv
en sign they all entered on the
enjoymentof it. Not one stopped
to return thanks, or ask God’s
blessing. While they were eat
ing they were all amazed to see
a poor, ragged beggar enter, and
seating himself at the table, pro
ceed to eat heartily of the rich
viands. The king allowed him
to proceed, contrary to the ex
pectation of them all. Alphonso
looked on in silence. When the
beggar was through he got up
and left, without a word. The
boys were indignant and vented
their indignation in almost an
gry terms. After a time the king
arose and calmly but earnestly
remarked: “Boys, bolder and
more audacious than this beggar
have you all been. Every day
you sit down to a table supplied
by the bounty of your heavenly
Father, yet you ask not his bless
ing nor express to him your
thanks”
We worder if there are any
Christian homes in Georgia where
this “audacity” is practiced day
after day, and three times every
day ? The bounties which come
from God’s hand received, enjoy
ed, and yet no word of thanks
returned to him? Many of us
studied, a short time ago, the ac
count of the healing of the ten
lepers by Jesus. All these ten
received the blessing, and they
all enjoyed it. Nine forgot the
giver in their enjoyment of the
gift. One remembered the giver
and returned to give 1 hanks. How
many of us admire the one,
yet act like the nine ?
But note further. The cne
who returned to give thanks for
the temporal, bodily blessing,
got something the other nine
failed to get. Those were gra
cious words. “Arise, and go
thy way: thy faith hath made
thee whole.” There is a sound
in them of something more than
the bodily healing. May we
learn this lesson —through grat
itude felt and expressed to God
for our common blessings, we
may and do put ourselves in the
way of receiving richer spiritual
ones?
God's Plan.
God led the “holy men of old”
a step at a time. He showed
them which way to start, and as
they went he unfolded his will
as they needed to know it. And
he unfolded only what they need
ed. He did not impart knowledge
to satisfy curiosity or merely
that his people might have
knowledge. He did not often say,
Go yonder and do this and that;
it was, Go yonder and I will
show thee what to do. He sent
them, for the most part, with
sealed orders. We know a great
deal more of God’s ways to-day
than the world knew \ hen, but he
still leads his people a step at a
time. He shows us the begin
ning, but not the end. He re
veals his will only as we go for
ward. Evidently it is God’s per
manent method, and the sooner
we recognize it the better. Evi
dently it is the best way. If we
get our bread a day at a time, we
THE CHRISTIAN INDEX: THURSDAY, MAY 28, 189 G
forget to go buck to the
of supply. If we yet our
;i step at a time, we will
important to walk eoutin
in liis company. If lie
BHn tell us his plan in advanee.
sit down to think about
would criticise We
BBK think it the worst possible
and try to make one of our
A thousand blessings
from this gracious pur
of God to direct our steps a
Hep at a time. — Exchange.
W The Making of Pens.
tolOItE STEEL USED FOH THEM
I THAN FOR GUNS, SWORDS,
I AND NEEDLES.
I “l)o you know anything about
Bens?” asked a stationer of a
Hew York Mail and Express re-
Borter. “I thought you didn’t.
Wow let me tell you something
tbout the metalic pen that you
[never dreamed of. It requires
the finest kind of steel to make
I a really tirst-class pen. I have
been overhauling records, and
find that a greater quantity
of steel is used annually
in the pen-making busi
ness than in all the gun,
sword and needle factories in the
L world. The recent popularity of
Ithe typewriter has, of course, di
minished the use of pens, but the
■putput is enormous, neverthe
less.
Bk“In Birmingham, England,
jHere are a number of pen manu
|Hctories that turn out a total of
in>o,ooo pens every working
The majority of the
are women, and the
while low. help to make
a notable seat of in-
To make a million pens
ton of steel is required.
is really so much work
■Hut the manufacture of a pen
HHt it is surprising that they
sell as cheap as they do, but, as
I haye said, the production is so
great Ihat it is a profitable busi
ness have been in use a
whole cViepy now, but forty
years ago Uncle u they took the
place of q: ailed as the popular
ink-spreader,, '* vas one of the
secrets of the t .js. how that slit
was made in the Those em
ployed in that peculiar branch of
the work were obliged to record
an oath that they would :>ot re
veal the secret of that slu'-cut
ting process. \
“The secret became an open
one, though, in the natural
course of events, and soon almost
eveiy interested person knew
that the slit was made with a
pair of scissors fixed in a press.
Men perform the initial work.
That is to say, they roll out the
steel to a proper thickness. The
women then take hold, cutting
the steel into strips as wide as
two pens are long. Presses do
the cutting for the women.
The steel when it leaves the
presses is shaped like a pen, but
is flat. The forms made by
these presses are then put into a
red hot furnace, and when thor
oughly healed are taken out and
permitted to cool slowly. This
process makes them soft. Then
the women use fast presses, that
hammer ihe points as well as
stamp the name of the manufac
turer.
“This done, the pens are heat
ed again, and while still hot are
cast into oil. They are much
harder, but dirty and greasy
when taken out. To clean and
whiten them they are boiled in
water to which soda has been ad
ded. The next step is to place
them in a cylinder which re
volves over gas jets. This turns
them blue. A number of other
minor details and the pen is
packed and ready for the market.
Whether it be the rich or poor
man’s pen, the mode of manufac
ture is alike.”— lnter Ocean.
A Hat.
The hat was in front of me in church.
It cunningly insinuated itself between
the earnest face of the minister and the
eyes of one of his auditors. Very likely
it intercepted the view of more than
one, for it was not a picture hat for
nothing. And whenever the speaker
grew fervent and eloquent, and the peo
ple behind the hat had secured a con
venient angle of observation, the hat
moved, and there you were again, forced
to do without seeing, and to resign
yourself to only half the enjoyment and
profit which were your due.
The same hat went to prayer-meeting
the other evening and kept several godly
women and three or four elders and six
Christian Endeavorers dodging the
hour through in their efforts to look at
the platform. That hat was responsible
for much irritation, and caused a good
deal more fault-finding than was or is
consistent with amiability or peace of
mind.
Now for a suggestion. Picture hats
are beautiful in their place, but their
place is not in a place of worship.
Plainness of dress used to be considered
appropriate in church, and it is still in
good taste not to wear one’s showiest
costumes when the objective point is the
pew, and the day is the Sabbath. If the
pretty, large hat is worn, why not adopt
a custom which obtains at evening en
tertainments and matinees, and take it
off. The children of this world are
wiser in their generation than the chil
dren of light, and they remove their
hats when they are in the way of other
folk.
Girls, take this suggeation kindly, and
think it over. Priscilla’s hood would
please me better on your dainty heads,
in church, better than the prettiest
plumed picture hat which milliners can
make and msney can buy. If you do
wear the picture hat, pray take it off
during divine service.— Selected.
[Do not wear it to church, but do not
worship bare-headed.— Ed.]
Taking: a Turn.
As Nat passed through the hall, find
ing the kitchen door open, he paused at
the threshold to make a survey.
“ A trifle tempestuous.” was his com
ment. “ Nobouy ever shells peas at
that rate in fair weather; there’s a storm
coming up from some direction, you
may he sure.”
"Where is Bridget?” he inquired,
cautiously.
" Gone,” answered his sister Isabel,
“ It’s her afternoou. and she must take
it if the heavens fall.”
"Like murder, eh; she will out v"
Aud Nat chuckled at his own joke,
but Isabel was beyond chuckling. She
went grimly on with her task.
“ Are there any complications V" con
tinued Nat. “ Any company around, or
anything ?”
"Father has sent up word to have
dinner at 5 o'clock; he’s going away
somewhere.”
" Can’t I help you ?”
" You! ’ with a ’disparaging glance at
him. " What could you do to help V"
“ I don’t know I thought maybe you
did.”
"I can’t imagine why you thought
so. My experience of your powers in
that line is not very enormous.’
Nat laughed with tantalizing good
humor.
" Don’t be too severe with me; you'll
break my spirit. And good-by, since
my services are not desired.”
" She needn’t be so cross about it,” he
thought to himself on the way up stairs.
“It doesn’t mend matters any to bite a
fellow's head off, when he is trying to
do the polite thing. Isabel is a mighty
fine girl—good, and all that—but there’s
considerable chop sea about her some
days. By the way, what is to day 1
Tuesday ! What happens to her on
Tuesday 7 One of those girls' clubs,
isn’t it, where they arrange the affairs
of the earth V It ought to keep her
courage up to think of that.”
He had reached the top of the steps,
and a querulous little voice was calling
him.
‘ What do you wish, youngster V" he
asked, turning into the nursery.
" Where’s Isabel
‘ Isabel is boiling the pot below, or
cooking dinner, to speak less poetic
ally.”
" I wish she’d come. I’m tired lying
here. Everything’s so stupid I want
some sort of an entertainment. What
time is it t”
"About half past three."
Eddy groaned. "It’s ages till six
o’clock, and Isabel’s going to be busy all
that time. I wish it was six now.”
" 1 suppose you are expecting to while
away tne evening flirting with the
mother V”
" No, she’s got to be out; somebody's
sent for her. Isabel’s going to stay
with me.”
Nat thought of the girls’ club.
"Eddy,” he began by and by, slowly,
aud, to tell the truth, very unwil
lingly- “how would my 'society do to
night instead -of ’lsabel’s ? You know
she bis some sort of a meeting after
dinner.”
“ But she isn't going to it; she prom
ised me she wouldn't "
"I rather think she would like to,
just the same; don’t you V"
“ I don’t care,” said the little boy,
fretfully: “I'm sick. And she said
she’d stay. She’s promised. She’s got
a new book to read to me."
“ I know how to read.”
I “But you won’t do it right, like her.
Kpu go to fast, and yob don't stop any
wfiyre to talk, and besides your throat
gets'-rired, and you yawn all the time.”
“I’®,sorry! don’t please you. But
you inigf' “■ *, up vi : ..as sam mat a
for lsab« * ..oA v
holiday very often, nowaday.” ee “ e, i
Eddy shook his head obstinately.
“ She promised. And when you take
care of me, you want to read the paper
while we’re playing checkers, and you
don’t think what you are saying when
we’re talking. I’d rather have Isabel.”
“Look here, my young man,” said
Nat, losing his patience; “ if you think
sitting up with you is such a delightful
thing that the family want to souffle
for the privilege, ahead of everything
else, it’s just a bare possibility that you
may sometimes be mistaken.”
Nat shut the door with heedless
energy, and betook himself to his own
room, where he sat down on the edge
of the bed.
“ A haughty spirit before a fall,” he
remarked, after a little rueful medita
tion. "1 hold my head up in the air,
and look down on Isabel, because my
temper is so much nicer and more
Christian Then when, for a rarity, I
offer to do what she does all the time,
my nerves get so unstrung at the pros
pect, that I go flaming off, and say a
thing like that last. I don’t believe Isa
bel has ever matched it, though she has
been tagging about the boy all these
weeks. Maybe the reason that I’m
politer than she is generally speaking,
is that I keep myself so nicely out of
temptation. I shouldn’t wonder if per
section was a scarce thing, even in the
family that I belong to.”
After dinner Nat said to Isabel: "Do
you know- w r hat is to take place to
night V”
" What?”
" You are going to the feminine pa
laver, and lam going to play nurse.”
Isabel looked surprised to a degree
that was uncomfortable.
" Have you said anything to Eddy ?"
“Volumes. And he is resigned.”
Isabel hesitated.
“ Well,” demanded Nat, “ do you ob
ject to the arrangement ?”
" I’d love to go, of course. But” —
"But what V Cant you trust me to
look after him for an hour or so '!'
“If you won’t forget”—lsabel was
beginning, when Nat interrupted a lit
tie sharply.
“ I believe my memory is fairly good
yet.” Then he paused long enough to
give himself a small mental shake be
fore he went on in his usual tone. "Don’t
you be afraid I’ll put my mind to the
little chap, and won’t let it wander.
Besides, the debate is closed. You will
have to accept the decision of the
court.”
It was a long evening.
. “Horribly long,” Nat said to himself,
when it was past. “ Now if my relig
ion was up to the mark I set for other
people, I'd probably feel a sweet satis
faction in w-hat I had done, and a long
ing desire to do it right over again
Whereas, I am charmed with the hope
that I'll not have to, for some time to
come. Once or twice there to night a
breeze sprang up, that nearly sent the
whole thing on the rocks in a grand
smash-up. I don’t know but it would
have, if this hadn't been a show occa
sion. The Bible has some pretty good
recipes in it, 1 can tell you. There’s
nothing for promoting a spirit of meek
ness over other people’s faults, like
considering thyself. ” — Forward.
For our standing 1 with God let
us look to our plain every day
life, and not to those mystic soul
raptures which we are so apt to
mistake for the sum total of re
ligion.
Character gravitates upward, as with
a celestial gravitation, while mere gen
ius, without character, gravitates
downward.
(£ltUtU‘cn’» (Kovner*
As we announced two weeks
ago,thecbildren are to have their
“Corner" in the Index. This
week the “Corner” is occupied
by some little folks, and we are
glad to have them there. Some
of them have been a good while
getting in, but “better late than
never," and what they are talk
ing about is good enough to have
kept awhile. Now the Corner is
open and the children can always
get in. But remember, one and
all, that the “Corner" once opened
must never be left empty. What
a sad and lonesome place it would
be without anybody in it. And
only children and the editor can
get in, except by special permis
sion.
Df.au Index:— Our Bro. Edens was
with us to-day and asked me to write a
letter for the Index so kindly, that I
can’t wait another moment. I will do
the best I can by all that I promise.
Our little church is moving along as
nicely as can be, and is proving to be
the best-looking church in Phoenix
since it has been painted.
Our Sunday-school is fine. We are
thinking about beginning a series of
meetings before long, and if the Lord is
willing we intend to put our "thinking”
in action.
Bro Edens told me I could address
this letter to him; but “Uncle Jimmie,"
can’t you wait till next time? And
don’t forget we want you to he with us
during the association. We ll cook
you a lot of "Johnnie Constant." Don’t
forget.
Good-bye till next time.
"Little Effie.”
Phoenix City, Ala.
Later, "Little Eftie” writes:
We have had a glorious meeting at
West Side. Twenty-one have joined in
two weeks. Bro. Moncrief has preached
so much until he is really hoarse. He
preached a noble sermon Sunday. I
wish you could have been there.
Vienna, Ga.
Dear Index: Bro. Edens, or "Uncle
Jimmie,” as we call him, was in our
town some time ago and asked me to
write for the Index. You can imagine
my surprise at being asked to write for
such a great paper. Not only was I
surprised, but felt very much honored
for the space given me to say something
for my Maker.
Our people are greatly enthused over
the Master's work here. We have
preaching every second and fourth Sun
day. Our pastor is Bro. Kelley. He is
a great worker, and he keeps his mem
hers busy all the time. Every Tuesday
night we have prayer meeting, and
there is a great deal of interest mani
fested in it. There are some good,
earnest working members in our church,
and therefore everything we try to do
in God’s name proves a success. On
Monday evenings we have ladies'
prayer meeting, and every member of
our church gives an egg,or one cent, for
the purpose of fixing our church. They
carry them to the prayer-meeting every
Monday, and the ladies sell the eggs.
We have a fine Sunday school. Mr.
J. E Howell is our superintendent.
(>ne of our teachers gave her Sunday
school class a birthday party not long
;i"-o and made five dollars and ten cents,
nd noi.;* j 0 a brother at Mercer to
aluable He wrote them
the nicest letter thanking them for it.
It made us wish we had some to seud
him every month.
I hope some other classes will follow
their example and help prepare our
brother for the Father's work. If one
class in every Sunday-school would help
a little, the little would soon amount to
a great deal and we would soon have
another minister at work for our Savior.
Every Sunday evening we have the
B. Y. P. U., and there is always a large
attendance. We hope much good will
result from it. I will try and write
again soon. May the Index continue
to improve.
Your little writer,
Bessie R. Collier
May 18, 18!)6
Dear Index; It is with a trembling
hand I raise the latch that gives admit
tance into your circle. Night has cast
its shadowy wings over all things The
stars have come out one by one, and I
have chosen this quiet time to chat with
dear friends.
Dear little friends, did you ever sit
and muse as the stars peep from their
cover of the day, and think of the stars
God has placed in our human sky? I
have; and I think hope is my brightest
star. It always helps me on.
If this, ray brightest star, should set,
I believe my life would be one long
night filled with despair.
Our stars will grow brighter day
by day if we do not let the cloud of sin
and neglect obscure them.
The kind editor hade us write some
thing that would interest others I
know not if I can write anything that
will interest you, as I am ' 'a babe in the
woods," and do not attend any societies,
and Sunday-school is seldom near
enough my country home for me to at
tend regularly. But nothing pleases me
more than to read of young folks’ socie
ties. Indeed my chief enjoyment is
reading this year. I have read three
of John Esten Cooke’s novels. I know
some people object to novel reading, but
I don’t believe time could be better
spent than reading of our brave South
ern heroes, such as Lee, Jackson and
Stuart.
Well, I have obeyed the editor in one
particular, for I’ve written about what
interests me. But for fear I have not
succeeded in the other, I’ll say good
night and happy dreams to you
"Hope.”
College Park, Ga.
Dear Index:— l see you have extend
ed an invitation to the children to write
to the Index, so I will try. I live in
this beautiful Park and attend the
Southern Female College Sunday-school.
Prof. Cox is the superintendent. lam
a member of the infant class. Mrs.
Sallie Cox Stanton is our teacher, and
we love her very much.
Charlie Cooper Littlejohn.
May 19, 1898
Blakely, Ga.
Dear Index: I promised “Uncle
Jimmie” I would write a monthly letter
for the Index. I have been looking out
for the Children’s Corner, but it has
never appeared. We have one of the
best Sunday schools in Southwest Geor
gia. We all carry our nickels nearly
every Sunday. The class that gives the
most in a quarter will be the banner
class. Os course I think my class will
get it. Our Sunday-school has promised
the money we raise in the first quarter
to help build a monument to Uncle
Tommie Muse.
In my next letter I will write about
our Sunbeam Society.
DeVotie Hobbs
a , >T' —the woman
'tZ W ' lo d° eSn 1 USe
Pearline. She’s tied
‘ to her work, and tired
with it, too. Pearline makes another woman of her. It
washes and cleans in halt the time, with half the work.
Nothing can be hurt by it, and every thing is saved with it.
Pearline does away with the Rub, Rub, Rub. Pearline
does more than soap ; soap gives you more to do.
Peddlers and some unscrupulous grocers will tell you,
Uc ATTTQ “this is as good as" or “the same as Pearline.” IT’S
W CLtl. V_x FALSE—Pearline is never peddled, if your grocer sends
you an imitation, be honest —send it back. 28U JAMES PYLE, New York.
Villa Rica, Ga.
Dear Index: —The children of our
society met at the Baptist church Sun
day evening at 6:30 o'clock and a lect
ure was delivered on a "Penny,” by our
pastor, Bro. McCutchens, and as I was
a member of that society, he requested
me to write to this paper. The children
of the Baptist church have a properly
organized society, and I am a member
of it. The name of it is "Sunbeams.”
We had several entertainments that
were very interesting, but the last one
we had was more enjoyable than any of
them, and after the program was car
ried out, we took up a collection, and
have decided to send the amount to the
heathen in China, who are very needy,
and we will try to help them all we can.
Respectfully,
Sallie Smith.
Selfishness, or the Love of Riches.
Do you not think weeds ugly? They
grow so coarse and smell so rank.
There are weeds that grow in people’s
hearts. One kind grows very fast, and
soon pushes all the flowers out. It is
the love of riches.
Christ saw it deep in the heart of the
young nobleman. He tried to root it
out, and was sad when he could not.
There is a funny story showing how
this weed choked the conscience of some
rulers so that they would not be just.
This is the story:
There was a town so overrun with
rats that no one was comfortable or
safe. It seemed as if the people would
have to go away from their homes.
The town rulers had met to make
desperate plans, when suddenly a queer
man came before them He called him
self the pied piper, and asked for a thou
sand gold pieces if he should rid the
town of rats.
"Fifty thousand!” cried the mayor.
The piper blew a long, shrill" note.
Instantly all the rats came running to
him. Step by step he led them to the
river, where all perished.
When the piper asked for his money,
the selfish rulers would not give it. He
was very angry, and once more blew
long, sweet notes. This time out came
the children, laughing and chattering.
They followed the music to the rnoun
tain side, where a great door opened, and
closed them in.
The people hunted for the piper ev
erywhere. They would gladly have
given all their gold for the children,but
it was too late.
Os course this is not true, but it shows
what an ugly weed the love of riches is.
Ask Christ to keep your heart free from
it.— Sunbeam.
Living Well To-Day.
Living well to day is the best
anyone can do. We cannot live
in the future. We must live in
the present. If that be lived
wisely, there need not be any
anxious concern for the morrow;
for, says a judicious writer, “the
value of the future depends eti
tirely upon the value attached to
to-day; there is no magic in the
years to come; nothing can bloom
in those fairer fields save that
which is sown to-day. The great
aim of Christianity is not to
teach tnemthe glory of the life to
come, but the sacredness of the
life that now is; not to make men
imagine the beauty of Heaven,
but to make them realize the di
vinity of earth; not to unveil the
splendor of the Almighty, en
throned among angels, but to re
veal the deity of the Man of
Nazareth. He has mastered the
secret of life who has learned the
value of the present moment,
who sees the beauty of present
surroundings, and who recog
nizes the possibility of sainthood
in his neighbors. To make the
most and the best out of to-day
is to command the highest re
sources of the future, for there
is no future outside of us; it lies
within us, and we make it for
ourselves. Religious Telescope.
When opportunity touches an
undeveloped man it is astonish
ing w'hat power is often display
ed; and it is undoubtedly true
that, w T hile there are no mute
Shakespeares, the w T orld is full
of men and women of real power
who need only an opportunity to
exhibit it. But opportunities are
ortener made than found, and op
portunities would come oftener
to all of us if we held ourselves,
in the right sense, at a higher
price. We are too easily satisfied
with what we have done, and we
too early accept what appear to
be the limits of our growth. No
man or woman ought ever to ac
cept any limits to development.
There is a power behind us on
which we have a right to count,
even when we distrust cur own
capacity. Right methods of life,
right habits of work, and sound
aims, keep us in touch with that
divine power which nourishes
aud unfolds everything which it
feeds. Upon this faith as a foun
dation, we have a right to de
mand of the new 7 time that it shall
give us weight and lorce and vi
tality such as the old time never
gave us. We have a right to ask
of ourselves greater efficiency,
energy, and freshness. Refus
ing to set any limit to our growth,
we have a right to insist that
life shall mean more to us and
shall do more through us every
year than in any previous year.
Mr. Story was once showing
a friend, who was visiting
him in Rome, his recent work.
“For which of the things you
have done,” asked his friend,"
“do you care the most?” “I care
most," said the sculptor, “for the
statue lam to carve next.” It is
not achievement which brings
hope, consolation and inspira
tion; it is opportunity. If we
are immortal, the future is our
reality, not the past.— The Out
look.
A Winning Welcome.
C H. WETHERBE.
How much there is in the right
sort of a welcome! No human
being can measure its power nor
tell its full story. The following
anecdote is so helpful that it is
here repeated, to bless others. It
is from Dr. Wayland Hoyt:
“One Sunday night, years
since, a young man and his young
wife strayed into a church ser
vice. They were a lonely couple
and in a great city. They were
neither of them Christians—
rather, both of them carelessly,
even blatantly un-Christian.
With the service they were not
so specially impressed. But
after the service, as they were
standing about looking at the
church, the pastor approached
them, and, Hinging his arm over
the shoulder of the young man,
welcomed him and his wife in a
way so genuinely cordial that the
hard edge of their strangeness
w r as at once smoothed away and
the young couple w r as sure some
body had real interest in them.
‘We'llgo to that church again,’
they said together, after the
warm wmlcome. They did. It
was not long before both husband
and wife accepted Christ as their
Savior and their Lord and united
w T ith that church. It was a great
trophy that pastor began to win
that night, not by his sermon,
but by his welcome. Almost
penniless and obscure, and quite
disheartened was that young man
on the night that welcome began
enthralling. To day he is a
member of a firm which flings
the meshes of its business the
land through; and all his busi
ness is done under the eye of
Christ; and perhaps the best and
most winning Sunday-school
worker and superintendent I have
ever known is he who was that
lonely young man; and his wife
is a steady helper with him in all
strong and high endeavor. I did
not win him. I knew him years
after he had been won. But
what a winning it w r as! How
mightily worth the while!” Do
thou likewise.— Christian Herald.
TfieNumber of Drunkards.
The total number of drunkards
in this country is modestly esti
mated, >by the Quarterly Journal
of Inebriety, to be 1,600,000 per
sons. As there are about 25,-
000,000 of adults in this country,
this means that one person out of
every fifteen drinks intoxicating
liquors to excess; that is to say,
drinks to drunkenness, and ma^
be, therefore, classed as more or
less a drunkard. The Journal
thinks that this estimate is a
very modest one, and rather un
der the mark than above it.
1 Still people -want saloons open
seven days in the week. — Medical
Record.
Perhaps the greatest impedi
ment to successful evangelization
in Italy is indifference to spiritual
things. The present absorbs
the attention of the people, and,
in the main, religion has been
reduced to a mere form. Igno
rance, superstition and prejudice
abound, and infidelity and materi
alism are very common. Very
often when good impressions
have been made, the fear of pub
lic opinion or the criticism of
one’s immediate circle, has a most
chilling and withering effect.
Ah! how the missionary some
times longs for that blessed time
when the devil shall be bound,
and shall no longer go forth to
deceive the nations. Foreign
Mission Journal.
What the w T orld most needs is,
not argument, but experience;
not logic, but salvation; not cere
mony, but holiness. If the
pi esent tide of infidelity is ar
rest ed and turned back, it w T ill
be by a red hot gospel proclaimed
by those who know its power.
It was not Peter’s logic that in a
single day captured three thou
sand souls for Christ from the
rebel hosts of sin, but the Spirit,
the power, and the fire of the
Pentecost. —Christian Witness.
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