h to
him. This man thought I was crazy. I ran on and met another, and finally
got up to the meeting. That night I thought I was speaking to a lot of
people who felt as I did about grace, and when I got through I asked
anyone who would like to hear about grace--who had any interest in it,
to stay. I expected some would have stayed, but what was my
mortification to see the whole audience rise up and go away. They hadn't
any interest in grace; they didn't want to learn anything about grace. I
put my coat and hat on and was going out of the hall, when I saw a poor
fellow at the back of the furnace crying. "I want to hear about the
grace of God," said he. "You're the man I want, then," said I. "Yes,"
the poor fellow said, "you said in your sermon that it was free, and I
want you to tell me something about it." Well, I got to talking to him,
and he told me a pitiful story. He had drank away twenty thousand
dollars, his home had been broken up, and his wife and children had left
him. I spoke to him, and it was not long before we were down together
praying. That night I got him a night's lodging in the Bethel, and next
day we got him on his feet, and when I went to Europe he was one of the
most earnest workers we had. He was just a partaker of grace--believed
that the peace of God was sufficient for him, and he took God at his
word and he was a saved man.

Dr. Arnott's Dog "Rover."

I remember when Dr. Arnott, who has gone to God, was delivering a
sermon, he used this illustration. The sermon and text have all gone,
but that illustration is fresh upon my mind to-night and brings home the
truth. He said: "You have been sometimes out at dinner with a friend,
and you have seen the faithful household dog standing watching every
mouthful his master takes. All the crumbs that fall on the floor he
picks up, and seems eager for them, but when his master takes a plate of
beef and puts it on the floor and says, 'Rover, here's something for
you,' he comes up and smells of it, looks at his master, and goes away
to a corner of the room. He was willing to eat the crumbs, but he
wouldn't touch the roast beef--thought it was too good for him." That is
the way with a good many Christians. They are willing to eat the crumbs,
but not willing to take all God wants. Come boldly to the throne of
grace and get the help we need; there is an abundance for every man,
woman and child in the assemblage.

Young Moody Penniless in Boston is Warne