punishment is laughed at as an old
tradition instead of a serious doctrine of the Bible.

"It is well nigh impossible to enter a single professed Christian family
in Europe or America in which some member has not a new patent on
Scripture truth and holds some fanciful notion concerning the serious
teachings of the Bible. I find a great many passages in which the last
form of testifying for God's saints will be that of their faith in the
simple plain old doctrines of God's Word. Jesus warns us that just before
his coming every possible heresy and every variety of false Christ will
appear to deceive the people, and that if it were possible they should
deceive the very elect. And John in Revelation tells us of an era of the
going forth of frogs, which are evil spirits, to seduce the people from
the true faith. We are living in the frog era. In nearly every city in the
land there are from one to three persons who claim to be God, or an
incarnation of Christ, or the Holy Spirit. Thousands of religious people
think it is too tame and uninteresting to accept all of the plain old
doctrines of the Scripture, so they want something original and
startling."

In the past two years the popular religious bodies, including an
aristocratic ministry, have turned to worldliness at a rapid and
unprecedented rate, and what will be seen of proud formalism, socialism,
and rejection of divine truth in the circles of denominationalism within
the next ten years would now appear incredulous.

The following poem selected from a recent religious periodical is vividly
descriptive of the present-day religious denominations, commonly known as
churches. However the true church of God is an entirely different
institution, and just as far separated from the world, and just as
bitterly hated by her as when she imprisoned, stoned and martyred her
devoted followers.

The Church Walking With The World.

"The Church and the World walked far apart,
On the changing shores of time;
The World was singing a giddy song,
And the Church a hymn sublime.
'Come, give me your hand,' cried the merry World,
'And walk with me this way;'
But the good Church hid her snowy hand,
And solemnly answered, 'Nay,
I will not give you my hand at all,
And I will not walk with you;
Your way is the way of endless death;
Your words are all untrue.'

"'Nay, walk with me but a little space,'
Said the Wo