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Wh.n you’re eet your head to do it,
When your judgment >ays you’re riglit,
When your conscience gives it sanction,
Then pitch in with all your might.
Don’t let anything prevent you,
Though the odds seem hig and strong;
Every obstacle must vanish
Ah the swift days roll along—
If you set your jaw and say:
“Well, I’m going to, anyway!”
.What’s this life that we are living,
But a mighty hurdle race?
Every obstacle encountered
Makes you quicken up your pace
Till, with mighty bound triumphant,
You come safely to the goal
.You had toiled for. you had longed for.
In the centre of your soul.
When vou set your jaw to say:
r “Well, I’m going to, anyway!”
il
A HEROINE OF HOME
How She Entertained on Ange! Unawares.
Edward Leslie kissed ins
wife fondly when she ran to
the door to welcome him home
from business, but when lie
reached their cozy kitchen he dropped
wearily Into the easy chair by the fire
and rested liln head upon Ids hand. He
was tired after a long day's work, with
nothing but a couple of buns to stay
the inner man—tired and worried. They
had been mart-led now nearly twelve
months, and they found housekeeping
more expensive than they had antici
pated, and the better times they lind
hoped for seemed as far off as ever. It
was nearly the end of the month, too,
and the rent would soon be due. The
coal, also, had yet to be paid for, and
then there was the interest on some
“tickets” which must be paid, or his
little wife would lose the little jewelry
she treasured so, but which she gave
up so willingly to help the man she
loved In the hard struggle to get their
little home together.
“Dinner is nearly ready, dearest,”
she said as she stroked Ills hair hack
from ids forehead. “And you are hun
gry and tired, dear, and worried.”
Presently the postman's sharp rap
caused him to spring up and run to the
door. He came back more slowly.
“It's from Uncle Mac,” he said.
“Well, I am surprised. He arrived in
England yesterday morning, and—oh,
good heavens! we must put him off.
We can’t do It.”
Mrs. Leslie took the letter.
“My Dear Godson Ted—l have come
hack to England after fifteen years in
Australia. As things are not too well
with me, I propose to come and stay a
few months with you. I suppose since
you are married fortune is smiling
upon you, nnd they say three can tie
kept ns cheaply as one. Expect me to
night about !). All news then. Your
affectionate uncle, MAC.”
“Why, I always thought your Uncle
Mae was doing so well, Ted,” she said,
slowly,- ns she finished.
“So did I,” said her husband, “Hut,
then, everyone abroad is always doing
well. I must write at once and put
him off.”
"No, Ted, dear,” his little wife said,
bravely. “Because you are married I
don't want him to think we are quite
so poor. We will manage somehow.”
But slie sighed a little as she thought
how quickly, even now, the weekly pay
dwindled to a shilling or two before
Friday night.
Barely an hour later Uncle Mac an
nounced his arrival with a performance
on the little brass knocker which start
led several of Mr. Leslie’s (pilot neigh
bors.
"Glad to see you. mo boy. Glad to
see you. Nice little place you got, lut
awkward to find. Took the wrong train
at Broad street, so bad to come up on
the tram. And I say, Ted, my boy,
why oil earth don’t they put the pave
ment. all the way along the street?
Half way down I got mixed up in a
mountain of mortar, quite lost my
temper, and nearly my umbrella. As
I said to a man who came down with
me, ‘That’s an infernally ugly looking
thing * Your wife, eh, Ted?” broke
off Uncle Mac, as ho caught sight of
Nellie in the hall. "Glad to make your
acquaintance. Mrs. Ted,” lie said, walk
ing Into Nellie’s dainty little drawing
room—the pride of her life—bringing
With him sufficient of the much-sized
mortar on his boots to build a small
sized vilhf. "Come over to the light
and let me look at you.”
"Nice face, but tired.” lie said, quite
audibly, although intended only for
himself. "Smart girl, but no strength
or backbone. Novel and the sofa and
pretty fal-dal-lals. Wonder why he
married her?”
"Beeuuse he loved me and I loved
him,” said Nellie, proudly.
*‘l hog your pardon,” said Uncle Mac.
hurriedly. "Silly habit, speaking your
thoughts aloud. Learnt it in the lone
ly bush. No offense. Hope you're
h*PPy and your love will last, but they
do say when poverty comes in at the
what’sdts-name love skoors out of the
thingummy.”
"That’s wrong, my dear, isn't it?",
said Edward, slipping Ids arm round
her waist. "Poverty only make our
love the brighter. But come. Unde
Mac, my little girl has some real old
Irish stew for supper, and I'm sure
you’re hungry.”
"You’re right. Ted. my boy,” cried
Uncle Mac. “I’m absolutely raven
ous.”
"You won’t mind the kitchen, will
you, Mr. —er ?” Nellie began.
"Mac, mv dear, plain Mac; that is.
of course, Uncle Mac. to you.” he re
plied. "Personally I prefer tlio
kitchen.”
During supper he kept them all
merry with stories of his life in Aus
tralia, but Nellie’s eyes noted with ap
prehension that his appetite was likely
SUNDAY MORNING.
"I’M COING TO, ANYWAY."
While the whole world Irren a lover, <
Yet it loves a winner best;
Loves the man who, till he conquer,
Stops not e’en for sleep or rest.
Oft he may be worn and haggard,
Often he may weary be;
Yet the lion heart within him
lias been tirm as rock since he
Set his quiet jaw to say:
“Well, I’m going to, anyway!”
O the loose-hung jaws encountered
In the course of hut a day!
O the lives devoid of fmrpose.
That we find along the way!
They the weaklings are, who know rot
_ What strong faith and will may do;
Know not that the world’s a servant
To the man who's game and true—
And who sets his jaw to say:
‘ Well, I’m going to. anyway!”
—S. W. Gillian, in Los Angeles Herald.
to be a serious strain on her limited
larder.
“Good lack, this,” he said presently,
with appreciation. “Knocks billy and
damper hollow. But you're not eating
much!”
“Oh, I’ve plenty, thank you,” she
stammered, but Uncle Mac silently
noted that the meat had been served
to Ted and himself, while her plate
made a brave show with little else than
potato.
**
Nearly a week passed and one day
Nellie was just wondering whether she
would have an egg or her lunch now.
or wait till 5, when a ring came to the
door, and she ran up to tind -Uncle
Mac!
■'Hit surprised to see me so soon, ah,
my dear?" lie says cheerfully, “hut the
fact is, I’ve run out of cash, so I
thought I would drop down earlier and
have a bit of lunch with you.”
“Have lunch with me!" cried Nellie
in n horror-stricken voice. "I'm afraid
I have nothing in the house, Uncle
Mac.”
"Oh, anything will do,” he replied,
carelessly, "and if you have nothing in
(tie place, give me two bob, and I’ll run
down to the butcher round the corner
and get a hit of steak, eh?”
"I’m sorry. Uncle Mae, hut—hut Ted
dle went off in a hurry this mcning,
and-and he look my purse away In
his pocket.”
“Silly boy! Silly boy! And yet he
doesn’t know It,” replied Uncle Mac
ruefully. “For when I called at his
office to borrow live* shillings off him
he snlil ho had loft all his money at
home. But there,” lie added cheerfully,
"I have a sovereign, and we must
spend that. My lucky sov. must go.”
"Your lucky sovereign?" queried N’ol
lle.
"Well, I call it m.v lucky sovereign,”
said Uncle Mae. "because it was the
first sovereign I ever earned, and It
happened to have the date on of the
very year I started to work as a boy
of fourteen. I’ve kept it all these
years.”
“Oh, you mustn’t spend that." cried
Nellie. “To-night. Ted will be paid and
we shall be all right again. Come
down slairs and have some more ba
con.” ,
Uncle Mae said lie had never enjoyed
any meal so much ns he did that bacon,
and after he had finished he proposed
that they should go for a walk to
gether.
“As we can’t afford a tram ride.” he
said, laughingly, “wo will just walk
round and think we are millionaires.
Nothing like building castles In the
air, my dear, when you are down in
the dumps. If you can’t actually en
joy the things wealth would bring yon
can look round the shops and see all
the pretty things, and then by a Utile
imagination just consider they are
your own. Now, as money’s no object,
where shall we say we live?”
"Oh, at Hlgbgate," cried Nellie.
“Why Hlgbgate?” asked Uncle Mac
seriously.
“Because there’s such a lovely house
there to be let. It stands in its own
ground, and I’ve often looked at it.
long before we were married even. 1
think I told you about it one day.”
Finding the gate of the house open
they ventured to look over it. Nellie
waxed quite enthusiastic, and as they
went from room to room she furnshed
them sumptuously in her Imagination.
The drawing room would be in gold
and white with, Louis XIV. style fur
niture.
“Never heard of him,” said Uncle
Mae, with conviction. “You must
show me some of that on the way
home."
Nellie replied with a laugh that she
woukl show him the very thing she
meant in Dormans & Brown's Empo
rium. and on the way back she pointed
out many things she would like and
have, “if only they had plenty of
money.”
When they got hack Ted was waiting
for his dinner, and while the chops
were grilling Nellie told him the ad
ventures of the day. During dinner
Uncle Mae. amid many bursts of laugh
ter, described the wonderful home in
which Nellie would ,in imagination,
live.
Uncle Mac started off early next
morning to get work, or. as he said,
"die in the attempt." Toward the end
of the second week Uncle Mae ob
tained a “job.” “Of course, it isn't ex
actly the thing I wanted,” ho ex
plainedv "but then, beggars can’t be
choosers. I'm to get thirty-five shil
lings a week, so I thought, Nellie, I
could pay you a pound every Wednes
day toward the housekeeping ex
penses."
Matters were so arranged, and Nellie
began to fee! quite rich. It was sur
prising how much help that extra sov
THE BRIISBIfTCr DAILY NEWS.
ereign was, and Neiiie’s nightmare of
the end of the weak licgau to vanish.
Uncle Mac continued to come down
at 5, and Nellie ami he still amused
themselves by “building castles in Ibe
air" and with looking in the shops.
At last, when everything seemed so
happy, Edward came down one night
with a hard, drawn look upon his face.
He kissed his wife with great tender
ness at the door, and, with a shake in
his voice said: "Come into the kitchen,
Nellie.”
“What is it, Ted?” she asked anx
iously.
“I’ve got the sack, Nell!” he said,
with a soli.
For some moments they stood in si
lence. then he sank on a chair and
buried liis face in his hands.
"Well, my little love birds,” cried
Uncle Mac, entering from the garden.
“Why, what's the matter?”
In a few broken worth; Nell told him
of ibis last and greatest trouble.
“Well, well,” said Unde Mae. when
she had ended, "keep a brave heart,
my dear, and things may he all well
yet. I think Ted and I will take a lit
tle walk up the street and talk matters
over.”
When tiiey came hack she was lying
on (lie bed. where she had been crying
bitterly, but s*lie tried to meet them
with a smile.
After dinner Uncle Mae produced a
bottle of Australian wine from his bag,
and they each bad a glass, but It
seemed to make her tired and heavy,
and she felt as though she must go to
sleep. Presently her head nodded, and
as she lost consciousness she thought
she hear Unde Mac say: “Carry her
to something.” Presently, in her sleep
she had a beautiful dream. She
thought that she woke up aud found
herself in the house at Highgate, fur
nished just as she always pictured It,
and Uncle Mae and Ted were there,
and they were talking and laughing
joyfully.
“Isn’t it a lovely dream?” she said,
turning to Unele Mae.
“It is not a dream, my dear,” he said,
softly “[ ain not poor, as you think.
! am very rich. 1 have bought you lids
house and furnished it as you de
scribed, and we brought you here in
your’sleep. We shall all live here now
—that is, if you will tolerate your old
uncle and to-morrow Ted will corue
up with me as manager to my business
in the eity.”
“Is it true, then, Unele Mae?” she
cried.
“It is all true, little woman, and you
must forgive an old man's deceit, hut
I wanted to see the metal my boy’s
wife was made of. and—aud that riches
would not turn her head. But I know
now, my dear, that as wealth lias come
in at the thingummy, love will not tty
out of the wliat’s-Hs-namc.”—New York
News.
Mimic in Birkneii.
A correspondence has been proceed
ing in a contemporary on the interest
ing subject of music as a therapeutic
agent. It Is claimed, as it was afore
time, that music hath charms—charms
oilier than those which enthusiastic
people seel; even during midsummer
heat In concert-hall and drawing room.
One of the correspondents declares
that a beautiful air. even when played
on a barrel organ, will frequently suf
fice to mitigate or charm away pain.
Then there are cases quoted of rabid
fever cured by use of a violin, and Sir
Andrqw Clark ajid Sir Richard Quain
are mentioned ns supporters of the
Guild of St. Cecilia. All this may help
to persuade the professional unbeliev
er that thefe Is possibly "something in
It,” but wo do not ourselves quite see
what examples are needed to prove
that distracted nerves and feverish
blood must inevitably by soothed by
gentle strains of music, li is a fact
self-evident. If music can charm away
worry and anxiety in the case of
healthy people, how much more should
ft soothe the sufferer on a bed of sick
ness. If this fact were more generally
believed, we have no doubt that many
a sick bed would be rendered less In
tolerable to the sick person. -London
< Ilobe.
Huts Spread the Plairuv.
The bat has been accused of a num
ber of performances to annoy mankind
In the way of killing children and
spreading vermin, but a more serious
charge lias recently been made by Dr.
Goslo, a foreign medical writer, who
says the things were responsible for a
small epidemic of bubonic plague. In
a recent paper by him he states that
during bubonic plague in Naples it was
suspected that the disease emanated
from a building completely isolated by
walls from the town, with separate
drainage, and the idea suggested itself
that the infection must have been car
ried by the numerous hats that were
constantly flying around the building.
Dr. Gosio accordingly made experi
ments by inoculating specimens of the
hats with very minute doses of the
virus. The result was that in every
case the hats contracted tlio disease
aud died in a comparatively short in
terval, and on examination all the or
gans of the dead animal seemed to he
rich in germs. It is suggested that the
numerous parasites with which the
bat is commonly affected may be the
means of propagating the disease.
To Kxpaml liusinens.
There is a whole business sermon in
this one sentence from Printers’ Ink:
“Every business is capable of expand
ing, and the only way to insure expau
-Hon is to advertise.” Every business
which has been advertised judiciously
has enjoyed an increase worth many
; times the cost of the advertising.
Asbestos Towels,
’ Asbestos towels are among the cu
riosities of the day. IVlieu dirty it is
only necessary to throw them into a
-red-hot lire, and after a few minutes
draw them out fresh and clean.
Our. Budget
of Humor..
A Paradox.
When upon the marriage question
With her pa v.e have to cope.
That ’twill lie a bootless errand
is our dread and vet our hope.
—New York World, j
Throocli Hl* Hat.
“Strange how qub-klv the panama i
hat. lias lost favor, isn’t it?”
-Yes. Three months ago it was a big j
asset: now it isn't even a liability.
J udge.
Ills Wife.
Briggs—“ Poor Felton! They says ho
is so unhappy in his married life.”
Griggs—“AVhat't: ihe matter—dot s his
wife love him too little or too much. ’— j
Town Topics.
t.iUely Child.
Mrs. Slumkin—"Tlio Worilcy baby is
the picture of her father.”
Mr. .Slumkin—"l suppose v. hen the
child is a little older she will he the ,
phonograph of her mother.”—Judge.
Weary.
•'Don’t you cvw* get tired doing
nothingV” asked ihe housekeeper.
"Lady,” replied the tramp. "I git
so tired doin’ nothin’ dat. 1 can’t do
nothin' else.”- Philadelphia Record.
Fashion'll Fall.
Mrs. Stylo—"l want a liat, but it
must be In the latest style.”
Shopman "Kindly take a chair,
madam, and wait a few minutes; the
fashion is just changing."—Tit-Bits.
A l>c§troyer of Homes.
ii M W*!
Mrs. Bird—“ John, dear, let's move
away from this house; the neighbors
are too inquisitive.”—Success.
Literary >'ote.
Willie—“l’a, a ’magazine’ is just a
place filled with powder and guns and
things, ain’t it?”
Fa—"No, my son. it's usually filled
with advertisements of powder and
guns and things." Philadelphia Press.
Definite Xloavmremeiit.
“Do you think the world is growing
any better?”
“I'm absolutely sure of it.” an- j
swered the monopolist. "Why. five
years ago I made only a hundred ihou
saud a year. To-day I am making that
much a month.”
Her Phenomenal Memory.
Cousin Harry "So you remember 1
when Unele Tom fell through the ice?
Let’s see—that was thirty years ago,
and you say you are only twenty-four. !
How do you account for that?”
Cousin Harriet—“Oh, pshaw! you
know well enough. Harry, that I al
ways was a precocious child."- Boston
Transcript.
A Sufficient lleascm.
“So you had your wife put in the
ducking-stool for scolding. Was it suc
cessful?”
"Perfectly. She hadn’t scolded since,
but she has given me reason to think
that the tire of her temper still stuould.
ers.”—Life.
o
A Week's End I'arty. k
Phamliwan—"You don’t know how it
feels to have half a .dozen mouths to
feed.”
Batcheller—“Perhaps not. but I’ll bet
you 1 realized last night what it meant
to have at least a hundred to feed.”
rhamliman—"Surely, you didn’t en
tertain many.”
Batcheller—“Mosquitoes, yes."—Phil
adelphia Press.
Almost Killed Father.
“What is your impression of socie
ty?” asked the old-time friend.
"Well,” answered Mr. Goldpnrse. “I
wouldn't like to have you mention it to
mother or the girls, hut my impression
is that society is a place where a man
who nas worked his way up in the
world from nothing to a million is like
, ly to get sneered at because he can't
clay Ding-Dong."—Tit-Bits.
A SERMON FOR SUNDAY
KK ELOGUENT DISCOURSE ENTITLED
‘THE DEVIL.’*
rh* Rev. Dr. J. Wilbur Chapman Trent is
a Forbiddeu Subject In a Novel Manner
—Why Men Are Disposed to Laugh iU
the Prince of Darknetse.
New York City. —The followin': reada
ble and helpful sermon is by the Rev. Dr.
J. Wilbur Chapman, the best known evan
gelist in the country and one of the most
popular pulpit oral,p,vs of New York. It
entitled "The Devil.” .and was preached
from tin* text "And the l.:d said unto
'•atan. Whence comest thou? Then Satan
answered the Lord and said. From iroing to
and fro in the earth, and from walking up
and down in it.” dob 1: 7.
This is a forbidden subject. We gener
ally speak of him who is the subject of my
sermon with a smile, and yet it is a sub
jei; with which one ought certainly to be
perfectly familiar. Wo have all had some
experience with him who is the author of
our and s.rw ;. and who is responsible for
every cloud though it tie no larger than a
man’.- lie id that has casi itself upon the
sky of our life, and yet 1 doubt not that
there are very many of us that could not
give a very accurate explanation of our
\ iew. There are very many who scout
the idea of a personal devil at all, and this
view is much more general than we think,
f can quite understand how it should be
so, for Satan’s m*tc r stroke of policy is
to direct our minds from inquiry concern
ing his true character and the methods hv
which he governs his kingdom. Some
times for the unregei’crate he employs tho
vehicle of darkness tVi he may blind the
minds of those who do not believe lost the
fht of the Gospel of the glory of Christ
. auld dawn upon them and they should
believe. “In whom the God of this world
hath blinded tbe minds of them which be
lieve not. lest the light of the glorious Gos
pel of Christ, who is the inure of God,
should shine unto them.” 2 Corinthians
4: 4. And sometimes to those who do be
lieve ho transforms himself into an angel
of light that lie may delude them by Ids
snares. "And no marvel; for Katun him
self is transformed into an angel of light.”
2 Corinthians 11: 14.
The late Dr. dames IT. Brook*, of St.
Louis, one of the greatest Bible teachers
in our country, said that it w?ed to be his
custom in his family worship to read the
New Testament through consecutively un
til he came to Revelation, and then he
would always turn back to Matthew and
read again to the Revelation, and then
back to Matthew once more, until one day
sitting alone in Ids study he began to ques
tion himself as to why this was his habit,
and it occurred to him as he read the Rev
elation through that it must be because
this is the only book in the New Testa
ment which tells of the doom of Satan,
and it is quite easy to understand why he
would turn the mind away from that book
which tells of his defeat.
“Men don’t believe in a devil now,
As their fathers used to do;
They've forced the door ol the broadest
creed,
To let hi* form pass through.
There isn’t a print of his cloven foot,
Or a fiery dart from his bow.
To be found in earth or air to-day,
For the world has voted so.
w 3nt who is mixing the fatal draught
That palsies heart and brain.
And loads the bier of each passing year
With ten hundred thousand slain?
Who blights the bloom of the land to-day
With the fiery breath of hell?
If the devil isn’t, and never was.
Won’t somebody me and tell?
"Who clogs the steps of the toiling saint,
And digs the pita for his feet?
Who sows the tares in the fields of time,
Wherever God sows His wheat?
The devil is voted not to be.
And. of course, the thing is true;
But who is doing the kind of work
The devil alone shoulJ^o?
"We are told he does not go around
Like a roaring lion now;
But whom shall wo hold responsible
For the everlasting row
To be heard in home, in church and state,
To the earth’s remotest bound.
If the devil, by a unanimous vote,
Is nowhere to be found?
“Won’t somebody step to the front forth
with.
And make his bow. and show
How the frauds and crimes of a single day
Spring up? We want to know.
The devil is fairly voted out.
And of course the devil’s gone.
But simple folks would like to know
Who carries his business on.”
The other day in Brooklyn a woman
threw herself out of the window of a live
story building to escape the brutal tor
tures of her drunken husband. She left
her little boy motherless and worse than
fatherless. That husband wa> in the clutch
of the one of whom i apeak at this time.
Would you make light, of such a foe as
this. The opening chapters of Genesis
give us a picture oi a lmppy pair in Eden,
peace, purity, perfection and neauty every
where prevailed. God looked upon it and
said that it was very good, when suddenly
all was changed. There is a marvelous
transformation; sin appears; the curse is
everywhere: trouble begins and rolls high
like the mighty waves of the sea, until the
world is engulfed in the blackness of the
darkness of despair. No wonder that we
feel like crying out again and again in the
words of the text, “And the Lord said
unto Satan, Whence comest thou? Then
Satan answered the Lord and said. From
going to and fro in the earth, and from
walking up and down in it.” It 16 of such
an adversary that I speak, and he is not a
subject for jesting, i have for the past
ten years been laboring in the interests of
men. but somehow during the past three
months they have been upon me as a spe
cial burden. I have listened to their heart
breaking cries and their sobs of despair,
find it is with the memory of these tear?
that have run like rivers, and the cry of
many a man who feels himself to be lost
as he said, "Is there any hope,” that i
brine to my readers this message^
The devil is certainly not a %vth. I
shall give his names in a little while and
call your attention to the fact that they
are all found in the New Testament, so
this is not an Old Testament delusion car
ried down to the present time, as some
would have us believe, for almost all the
information concerning him we are de
pendent upon the New Testament Scrip
tures. The Old Testament is strangely si
lent. I call your attention to this fact that
if you read in the Old Testament the ac
count of the temptation and fall in Eden,
then the trouble of Job. then the number
ing of Israel by David, and finally the vis
ion of Joshua, the high priest, and Satan
contending with him, you have the four
places where Satan is definitely mentioned
and his work particularly described. The
evidences of his existence are everywhere
to be seen in the Old Testament, but these
are not in direct statements. This docs
away with the position of many people
who arc disposed to say a good deal about
the Satan myth, which had its rise in the
infancy of our race, when the human mind
was exceedingly childish and credulous.
The devil is the author of evil, the fount
ain of weakness, the adversary of the
truth, the corrupter of the world. He
planteth snares, soweth error, nourisheth
contention, disturbeth peace and seatter
eth affliction. I am sure there is never
greater glee in hell than when a church
quarrel is engendered, nor when peace is
driven away from heart and home in the
face of a storm of contention. This is a
word picture of him, but we must have
more.
OCTOBER li)
T.
It is quite plain that Satan had sofoic
connection with the earth before man arW
peared. He is now supposed to be a fa!-‘
!en angel, if this supposition is true then
the New* Testament references would
seem to indicate that pride and envy were
the cause of his fall. When Goa said, :
"Let us make man, and let him have do
minion over everything that we have
made,” the envy began, and as another has
suggested this seems to be the true fact,
when we notice the devil’s position in the
temptation of Christ. Matthew 4: 8-9,
“Again the devil taketh Him up into an
exceedingly high mountain, and showeth
Him all the kingdoms of the world, and the
glory cf them, and saith unto Him, All
these things will 1 give Thee if Thou wilt
fall down and worship me.” It is as if he
were making one last great effort to over
throw the Master and rule the world.
Certain direct statements are made con
cerning him by our Master. No stronger
one can be found than that which is re
corded in John 8: 44, “Ye are of your
father, the devil, aud the lusts of your
father ye will do. He was a murderer
from the beginning, and abode not in the
truth, because there is no truth in him.
When he speuketh a lie he speaketh of his
own; for he is a liar and the father of it.”
He is a terrific foe, and in the interests of
all vouag men who desire to lie true and
like Christ I lift up my voice against him.
11.
The Rev. AY. G. Moorhead, D. D . has
given us a list of his names as recorded in
the New Testament Scriptures. This list
is as follows: •
Abaddon —Revelation 9: 11.
Accuser —Revelation 12: 10.
Adversary—l Peter 5: 8.
Angel of the Abyss—Revelation 9: 11.
Apoliyon—Revelation 9: 11.
Beelzebub—Mark 3: 22.
Belial —2 Corinthians 6: 15.
Devil—Matthew 4: 1.
Dragon- Revelation 20: 2.
Great Red Dragon—Revelation 12: 0.
Evil One—Matthew 13: 19.
Enemy—Matthew 13: 39.
Father of Lies—John 8: 44.
God of This World—2 Corinthians 4: 4.
Liar—-John S: 44.
Murderer - John .8: 44.
Prince of Devils—Mark 3: 22.
Prince of This World —John 3: 21.
Prince of the Power of the Air—Ephe
sians 2: 2.
K.'itati, Serpent—2 Corinthians 11: 3.
Strong One —Luke 11: 21.
Spirit ot Evil Working—Ephesians 2: 2.
Tempter—l Thersalomaus 2: 5.
Notorious criminals have a certain num
ber of aliases by which they arc known to
their partner* in crime. They hear cer
tain names because they have committed
certain things, so all these names mean
something; as tlu v are anpVied to the
devil each name is descriptive of his dis
position. energy and power.
He is Anollvon because he is a detrover.
He is Abaddon because he is destruction
itself.
The Man Murderer because he is the as
sassin of the Race.
The Great Red Dragon because of his
bloodthirstiness.
The Serpent became of his craftiness.
The Tempter because he i a deceiver.
Some years ago in the city of Philadel
phia there stood outbid? of one of the sa
loons a woman clad in rags, whe once had
lived in one of the best homes in that
city. She had a little baby in her arms
find an older child was tugging at her
skirts. She rapped upon the door and
when it was opened she said. ‘T want my
husband.” The husband was called cut.
lfe had once bee*' of gre\t reputation, a
mar. of real talen f , had provided for his
u ife and children oil that money could
buy, and. now he i.s shorn of everything
except the merest semblance of manhood.
“What do you want?” he said, with an
oath, and ene answered. "i want you to
come home; the children have had nothing
to cat and they are crying, and I want
you.” and the man who had sworn to love
and care for her drew back his fist and
struck her. The baby fell from her arms,
the elder child ran shrieking from her side.
Is he not a destroyer with such a picture
as this in your mind, and this is but one
ot the multitude. His names ere enough
to terrify us. so that we would, while we
may, escape from sin
IIL
Ilis Personality. I know it is true that
very many people scout the idea of a per
sonal devil, but the following statement
has been made by a most distinguished
Bible scholar, namely, “Every attitude,
quality, action, walk and sign which can in
dicate personality has been predicated of
the devil and cannot be explained avav.
t he argument that would rob the devil of
his personality would rob God of His. and
if as men say. these attributes simply
mean the principle of evil then on the
same ground of interpretation the Bible
may mean anything or nothing/’
IV.
Just p word or two about his work, lie
begins in a very slow way and his influ
ence is most insidious.
Asa fisherman, when he has a great fish
on his hook, lets out the line, so that the
fish may swallow down the hook, and be
more surely caught, even so the devil,
when he has a poor winner upon his hook,
docs not, at the first, treat him roughly,
but stretches out his rod, line and alb that
he may make the surer of him, aud hold
him the faster.
Not long ngo in the Tombs a man who
had been a brilliant, lawyer awoke from a
stupor of da vs, and shaking the door de
manded of those who came to answer his
summons why he was there. They told
him on the charge of murder. "For God's
sake.” he .said, "do not send the word
home; at least, do not let nay wife know,
for it will kill her,” and they told him that
it was his wife he had killed. I have
written these few words concerning one
who can take a man with brightest future
and greatest reputation, and make him a
murderer of his own home’is joy. This is
his work.
V.
His Doom. He mav be overcome in the
New Testament. Wo read, "Resist the
devil and he will flee from you.” Jesus
did this and when the devil tempted Him
He said, "It is written,” and then, “it is
written again.” There is but one weapon
that can make him afraid, and that is the
‘•word of the Spirit, which is the sword of
God.
There is a legend of Luther that during a
serious illness the evil one seemed to enter
his sick room, and looking at him with a
triumphant smile unrolled a vast roll which
he carried in his arms. As the fiend
threw one end of it on the floor and it
unwound itself with the impetus he had
given it Luther’s eyes were fixed on it.
find to his consternation he read there
the long and fearful record of his own
Mns, clearly arid distinctly enumerated.
stout heart quailed before that*
ghastly roll. Suddenly it flashed into his
mind that there was something not writ
ten there. He said aloud, "One thing you
have forgotten: the rest is all true, but
one thing you have forgotten, ‘The blood
of Jesus Christ His Son eleanseth us from
•all sin.’ ” As he said this the "Accuser of
the brethren” and his heavy roll of "la
mentation and mourning and woe” disap
peared together.
If you would kuow his final doom you
nave but to turn to Revelation the 20th
chapter and read the first three verses.
‘‘And I saw an angel come down from
heaven, having the key of the bottomless
pit and a great chain in his hand. And he
•aid hold on the dragon, that old serpent,
which is the devil and Satan, and bound
nim a thousand years. And cast him into
the bottomless pit, and shut him ui>. and
set a seal upon him that he should deceive
the nations no more till the thousand year#
should be fulfilled, and after that he
oe loosed a little season.”
From nuch a foe as this may God deiivws—
us new.