his house one night, where I
intended to meet him, but he heard I was to be there, and did not come
near, like a good many other young men, who seem to be afraid of me. I
tried many times to reach him, but could not. While I was traveling one
day on the New Haven Railroad, I bought a New York paper, and in it I
saw a dispatch saying he had been drowned in Lake Michigan. His father
came on to find his body, and, after considerable searching, they
discovered it. All his clothes and his body were covered with sand. The
body was taken home to that broken-hearted mother. She said "If I
thought he was in heaven I would have peace." Her disobedience of God's
law came back upon her.

So, my friends, if you have a boy impressed with the gospel, help him to
come to Christ. Bring him in the arms of your faith, and He will unite
you closer to him.

"Pull for the Shore."

Look at that man in a boat on Niagara River. He is only about a mile
from the rapids. A man on the bank shouts to him, "Young man, young man,
the rapids are not far away; you'd better pull for the shore." "You
attend to your own business; I will take care of myself," he replies.
Like a great many people here, and ministers, too, they don't want any
evangelist here--don't want any help, however great the danger ahead. On
he goes; sitting coolly in his boat. Now he has got a little nearer, and
a man from the bank of the river sees his danger, and shouts: "Stranger,
you'd better pull for the shore; if you go further, you'll be lost. You
can be saved now if you pull in." "Mind your business, and you'll have
enough to do; I'll take care of myself." Like a good many men, they are
asleep to the danger that's hanging over them while they are in the
current. And I say, drinking young man, don't you think you are standing
still. You are in the current, and if you don't pull for a rock of
safety you will go over the precipice. On he goes. I can see him in the
boat laughing at the danger. A man on the bank is looking at him, and he
lifts up his voice and cries, "Stranger, stranger, pull for the shore;
if you don't you'll lose your life;" and the young man laughs at
him--mocks him. That is the way with hundreds in Chicago. If you go to
them and point out their danger, they will jest and joke at you. By and
by he says: "I think I hear the rapids--yes, I hear them roar;" and he
seizes his oars and pulls with all his strength, but the current is too
great, and nearer and n