indred,
have cast me off, and there is no hope for me here or hereafter." But
this good Samaritan showed him how it was possible to secure salvation,
got him on his feet, got him on his beast, like the good Samaritan of
old, and guided his face toward Zion. And this man said to me: "I have
not drank a glass of liquor since." He is now leader of a young men's
meeting in New York. I asked him to come last Saturday night to
Northfield, my native town, where there are a good many drunkards,
thinking he might encourage them to seek salvation. He came and brought
a young man with him. They held a meeting, and it seemed as if the power
of God rested upon that meeting when these two men went on telling what
God had done for them--how He had destroyed the works of the devil in
their hearts, and brought peace and unalloyed happiness to their souls.
These grog shops here are the works of the devil--they are ruining men's
souls every hour. Let us fight against them, and let our prayers go up
in our battles. It may seem a very difficult thing for us, but it is a
very easy thing for God to convert rumsellers.

The Way of the Transgressor is Hard.

There was a man whom I knew who was an inveterate drinker. He had a wife
and children. He thought he could stop whenever he felt inclined, but he
went the ways of most moderate drinkers. I had not been gone more than
three years, and when I returned I found that that mother had gone down
to her grave with a broken heart, and that man was the murderer of the
wife of his bosom. Those children have all been taken away from him, and
he is now walking up and down those streets homeless. But four years ago
he had a beautiful and a happy home with his wife and children around
him. They are gone; probably he will never see them again. Perhaps he
has come in here to-night. If he has, I ask him: Is not the way of the
transgressor hard?

A Rum-Seller's Son Blows his Brains Out.

Look at that rum-seller. When we talk to him he laughs at us. He tells
you there is no hell, no future--there is no retribution. I've got one
man in my mind now who ruined nearly all the sons in his neighborhood.
Mothers and fathers went to him and begged him not to sell their
children liquor. He told them it was his business to sell liquor, and he
was going to sell liquor to everyone who came. The saloon was a blot
upon the place as dark as hell. But the man had a father's heart. He had
a son. He didn't worship Go