found he had spent his last penny for drink. Seeing an old
colored man seated at a cabin door near by, he turned toward the
cabin. Nearing the old man he said:

"Uncle, would you loan me three cents to cross the ferry?"

"Boss, ain't you got three cents?"

"I ain't got one cent," replied the white man.

"Well, you can't git the three cents. Ef you ain't got three cents,
you'se just as well off on one side de river as you is on de other."

I said we may differ as to methods for solving this race problem.
Remembering as I do the days of slavery, how in Christian homes the
most merciful masters and the most faithful slaves were found, I
believe the best solution lies in the golden rule of the gospel of
Jesus Christ.

I now give the searchlight a swing and it falls upon the City Problem.

At the opening of the nineteenth century three per cent. of the people
of this country lived in cities, ninety-seven per cent. in the
country. At the rate migration is now going from country to city in
twenty years there will be ten millions more people in the cities than
in the country. This means a change of civilization, and new problems
to solve. It means a day when cities will control in state and
national elections, and if ignorance and vice control our cities, then
virtue and intelligence as saving influences will not suffice to save
us. The ignorance prominent in the machinery of large cities is
illustrated by the police force of New York City. When applicants for
positions on the police force were being tested a few years ago, the
question was asked: "Name four of the six New England States." Several
replied: "England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales." Another question was:
"Who was Abraham Lincoln?" As many as ten answered: "He was a great
general." One said: "He discovered America;" another said: "He was
killed by a man name Garfield;" and another's answer was, "He was shot
by Ballington Booth."

The growth of large cities means the growth of slum-life. Hear me, you
who live out in the uncrowded part of the country. Maud Ballington
Booth tells of finding five families, living in one attic room in New
York City, with no partitions between. Here they "cook, eat, sleep,
wash, live and die," in the one room. In our large cities are armies
of children, whose shoulders "droop with parental vice," whose feet
are fast in the mire of miserable conditions, whose hovel homes line
the sewers of social life, and who are cursed and doom