made them free. Oh, my friends, don't you hear Jesus Christ
crying to you to-night?

Geo. H. Stewart Visits a Doomed Criminal.

I remember hearing a story of Mr. George Stewart. One day the Governor
of Pennsylvania came to him and said, "Mr. Stewart, I want you to go to
such a prison and tell that man for whose execution I signed the warrant
the other day, that there is not a ray of hope for him. When the day and
hour comes he must be executed. His mother has been tormenting the life
out of me; and all his friends have been running after me day and night,
and they are giving the poor fellow a false hope." "That is a very
disagreeable thing to do, Governor," answered Mr. Stewart. "Well, I want
you to go and tell him, so that he can be settled in his mind." The
story goes that when the doors of the cell were opened, that prisoner
seized Mr. Stewart's hands, and in his joy cried, "You are a good man. I
know you have come with a pardon from the Governor." But when Mr.
Stewart told him the Governor had sent him to say there was not a ray of
hope for him, that upon the day and hour he must be executed, the man
completely broke down and fainted away. The thought that at such a day
and such an hour he was going to be ushered into eternity, was too much
for the poor fellow. Suppose I come to you to-night and tell you there
is not a ray of hope--that you have broken the law of pardon. How many
would say, "I know a great deal better. The blackest sinner on earth
Christ can save. He says so." But, my friends, there is no hope without
the deliverance to be free from the bondage of sin.

The Demoniac.

When this man found himself delivered he wanted to go with the Saviour.
That was gratitude; Christ had saved him, had redeemed him. He had
delivered him from the hand of the enemy. And this man cried: "Let me
follow You around the world; where You go I will go." But the Lord said,
"You go home and tell your friends what good things the Lord has done
for you." And he started home. I would like to have been in that house
when he came there. I can imagine how the children would look when they
saw him, and say, "Father is coming." "Shut the door," the mother would
cry; "look out! fasten the window; bolt every door in the house." Many
times he very likely had come and abused his family and broken the
chairs and tables and turned the mother into the street and alarmed all
the neighbors. They see him now coming down the street. Dow