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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.