teeth. Some of them said, "Let us not cut his head
off," and they drew him in. That man was terribly in earnest, and, my
friends, if you want to get into the kingdom of God, be in earnest.

"The Moody and Sankey Humbug."

There was a man, while we were in London, who got out a little paper
called "The Moody and Sankey Humbug." He used to have it to sell to the
people coming into the meeting. After he had sold a great many thousand
copies of that number, he wanted to get out another number; so he came
to the meeting to get something to put into the paper; but the power of
the Lord was present. It says here in this chapter (Luke 5) that the
Pharisees, scribes, and doctors, were watching the words of Christ in
that house in Capernaum, and that the power of the Lord was present to
heal. It don't say they were healed. They did not come to be healed. If
they had, they would have been healed. But sometimes there is a prayer
of faith going up to God from some one, that brings down blessings. And
so this man came into that meeting. The power of the Lord was present,
and the arrow of conviction went down deep into his heart. He went out,
not to write a paper, but to destroy his paper that he had written, and
so to tell what the Holy Ghost had done for him.

The Reporter's Story.

One of the most conspicuous persons at the Brooklyn Rink was a man of
over fifty years, a reporter, apparently of a sensational sort. One of
my friends entered into conversation with him the second evening, and
found him partially intoxicated, ribald, sneering, and an infidel.
Inquiring further concerning him, we found that he had been several
times in the city jail for drunken brawls, although originally a man of
culture and polish. Time passed, and on our last day at Brooklyn the
same man, conspicuous by his commanding figure, sat in a back seat in
the Simpson Church. My friend accosted him once more, and this was the
answer: "I am waiting to thank Mr. Moody, who, under God, has been the
greatest blessing of my life to me. I have given up my engagement, the
temptations of which are such as no Christian can face. And I am a
Christian--a new creature; not reformed; you cannot reform a drunkard; I
have tried that a hundred times; but I am regenerated, born again by the
grace and power of God. I have reported sermons many a time, simply to
ridicule them, but never had the least idea what true religion meant
till I heard Mr. Moody's address on 'L