in, and shut the door. He went into the
parlor and sat down, and began to think: "Well, I may be to blame for
that boy's conduct, after all. I have never prayed with him. I have
never warned him of the dangers of the world." And the result of his
reflections was that he put on his overcoat and hat, and started out to
find his boy. The first policeman he met he asked eagerly, "Have you
seen my boy?" "No." On he went till he met another. "Have you seen
anything of my son?" He ran from one to another all that night, but not
until the morning did he find him. He took him by the arm and led him
home, and kept him till he was sober. Then he said: "My dear boy, I want
you to forgive me; I've never prayed for you; I've never lifted up my
heart to God for you; I've been the means of leading you astray, and I
want your forgiveness." The boy was touched, and what was the result?
Within twenty-four hours that son became a convert, and gave up that
cup. It may be that some father here has a wayward son. Go to God, and
on your knees confess it. Let the voice of Jesus sink down in your
heart; "Bring him unto Me."

The Sleep of Death.

I read some time ago of a vessel that had been off on a whaling voyage
and had been gone about three years. I saw the account in print
somewhere lately, but it happened a long time ago. The father of one of
those sailors had charge of the lighthouse, and he was expecting his boy
to come home. It was time for the whaling vessel to return. One night
there came up a terrible gale, and this father fell asleep, and while he
slept his light went out. When he awoke he looked toward the shore and
saw there had been a vessel wrecked. He at once went to see if he could
not yet save some one who might be still alive. The first body that came
floating toward the shore was, to his great grief and surprise, the body
of his own boy! He had been watching for that boy for many days, and he
had been gone for three years. Now the boy had at last come in sight of
home and had perished because his father had let his light go out! I
thought, what an illustration of fathers and mothers to-day that have
let their lights go out! You are not training your children for God and
eternity. You do not live as though there were anything beyond this life
at all. You keep your affections set upon things on the earth instead of
on things above, and the result is that the children do not believe
there is anything in it. Perhaps the very