oes not interest me if
all the photographs are new; but if I know any of the faces. I stop at
once. So with these old, well-known texts. They have quenched our
thirst before, but the water is still bubbling up--we cannot drink it
dry.

If you probe the human heart, you will find a want, and that want is
rest. The cry of the world to day is, "Where can rest be found?" Why
are theaters and places of amusement crowded at night? What is the
secret of Sunday driving, of the saloons and brothels? Some think they
are going to get it in pleasure, others think they are going to get it
in wealth, and others in literature. They are seeking and finding no
rest.

Where Can Rest be Found?

If I wanted to find a person who had rest I would not go among the
very wealthy. The man that we read of in the twelfth chapter of Luke,
thought he was going to get rest by multiplying his goods, but he was
disappointed. "Soul, take thine ease." I venture to say that there is
not a person in this wide world who has tried to find rest in that way
and found it.

Money cannot buy it. Many a millionaire would gladly give millions if
he could purchase it as he does his stocks and shares. God has made
the soul a little too large for this world. Roll the whole world in,
and still there is room. There is care in getting wealth, and more
care in keeping it.

Nor would I go among the pleasure seekers. They have a few hours'
enjoyment, but the next day there is enough sorrow to counterbalance
it. They may drink the cup of pleasure to-day, but the cup of pain
comes on to-morrow.

To find rest I would never go among the politicians, or among the
so-called great. Congress is the last place on earth that I would go.
In the Lower House they want to go to the Senate; in the Senate they
want to go to the Cabinet; and then they want to go to the White
House; and rest has never been found there. Nor would I go among the
halls of learning. "Much study is a weariness to the flesh." I would
not go among the upper ten, the "bon-ton," for they are constantly
chasing after fashion. Have you not noticed their troubled faces on
our streets? And the face is index to the soul. They have no hopeful
look. Their worship of pleasure is slavery. Solomon tried pleasure,
and found bitter disappointment, and down the ages has come the bitter
cry, "All is vanity."

Now, there is no rest in sin. The wicked know nothing about it. The
Scriptures tell us the wicked "are like the