El ILLINOIS UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS AT URBANA-CHAMPAIGN PRODUCTION NOTE University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign Library Brittle Books Project, 2019.COPYRIGHT NOTIFICATION In Public Domain. Published prior to 1923. This digital copy was made from the printed version held by the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. It was made in compliance with copyright law. Prepared for the Brittle Books Project, Main Library, University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign by Northern Micrographics Brookhaven Bindery La Crosse, Wisconsin 2019 244 pgf M771an|§J| 1896 Hi glff Mill WmTHE UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS LIBRARY From the collection of Julius Doerner, Chicago Purchased, 1918. BGOKSTACKSMOODY'S ANECDOTES # ILLUSTRATIONS. RELATED IN HIS REVIVAL WORK BY THE GREAT EVANGELIST DWIGHT L. MOODY. FULLY ILLUSTRATED FROM GUST AVE DORE. Revised Edition. edited by Rev. J. B. McClure. chicago: Rhodes & McClure Publishing Co. 1896.Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1896 by the Rhodes & McClure Publishing Company, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C. All Rights Reserved.PREFACE. The breathless interest given to Mr. Moody's anecdotes while being related by him before his immense audiences, and their wonderful power upon the human heart, suggested to the compiler this volume, and led him to believe and trust that, prop erly classified and arranged in book form, they would still carry to the general reader a measure of their original potency for good. The best anecdotes have been selected and carefully compiled under appropriate headings, alphabetically arranged making the many stories easily available for the private reader and public teacher. Mr. Moody's idiom has been strictly preserved. He tells the story. "Gold" will be found scattered through the volume, which includes Mr. Moody's terse declarations of man) precious and timely truths. The compiler acknowledges the benefit received from the extended reports of the Tabernacle meetings given in the dail) press of Chicago, also the Hippodrome services reported in the New York papers, and the volume of Addresses revised by Mr. Moody. With the earnest prayer that God's blessing may accompany the reading of these stories that have blessed so many thousands as they fell from the lips of the great Evangelist, this volume ii dedicated to the public by the compiler, y & McCLURE, CUKAQQ, IlX. 80439oREVISED EDITION. We retain in this, all that was in former editions and give forty pages additional of new anecdotes, properly classified, taken from the revival work in Boston and elsewhere0 We also give engravings of Messrs. Moody, S^nkey, Whittle, and the late lamented P. P. Bliss, the four evangelists, who have so long and industriously labored together, and wh >se names conjoined, are household words throughout the land. The hearty reception already given by the public to this book justifies these improvements, which are gladly made, and whioh lead the compiler to hope that in this form the volume may prove yet more interesting and effective for good. The engraving of Mr. Moody is from a copyrighted photograph by Gentile, used by permission. That of Mr. Whittle is by the same artist. J. B. Mc. REVISED EDITION 189a This edition includes additional anecdotes and many handsome and appropriate illustrations. Over one million copies of this book have been sold since the first issue. No single volume in the history of literature on the American continent has met with such a sale, and probably the only approximate comparison in the world is that of "Pilgrim's Progress." Both of these volumes, it should be noted, derive their merited power and success from the vital truths of the Holy Scriptures which they so aptly illustrate. May Heaven's blessing follow. J. B. McClubb. Chicago, Iu»9ubrmw OF THE UNIVIR&STY OF lLUH0'DWIGHT L. MOODY. Self-made, and conscious of the absolute truthfulness of every Bible declaration, Dwight Lyman Moody is to- day, perhaps, the most independent and powerful of liv- ing. evangelists. Man, rather than books, and God, rather than man, have been his study, and made his life intensely individual, and one which has constantly in- creased in good works. In his thirty-five years labor for Christ, from his mission class of fourteen scholars in a Chicago saloon, down to the ten thousand listening souls in the Halls of Europe and Tabernacles of America, he has been the same faithful, persevering, original, and pungent D. L. Moody, with an unshaken faith in God, and a burning desire for the conversion of souls. At home Mr. Moody is cheerful and happy ; in the social circle he is genial and companionable ; in the pulpit he is Truth on fire. His native town is Northfield, Mass., where he was born February 5th, 1837. He is therefore now, (1896), fifty-nine years old.IRA D. SANKEY. Ira David Sankey, known throughout the world as the companion of Mr. Moody, was born in Edenburg, Pa., August 28, 1840. His musical talents were early developed. Political glee clubs at first monopolized his genius, but after his conversion in 1857, the Sunday School and Church opened wider fields, in which he has since labored with increasing usefulness. In June, 1870, at a Christian Convention in Indianapolis, after a morn- ing service, where Mr. Sankey led the singing, he met, for the first time, Mr. Moody. '4 Where do you live? Are you married ? What business are you in ?" at once inquired the Evangelist ; " I want you." *4 What for ?" 4 4 To help me in my work in Chicago." "I cannot leave my business," replied the now astonished singer. '4 You must," said Moody. "I have been looking for you for the last eight years." And thus was Mr. Sankey "called" to be the companion and helper of the great Evangelist. They have been laboring together, for about a score of years.D. W. WHITTLE. For many years D. W. Whittle has been engaged in evangelistic work, giving it all his time, talents and energy. His first effort in connection with Mr. Bliss, who afterwards became his companion in the cause, was made over twenty years ago in a small town near Chicago. It was on this occasion that he told the story, 4'Hold the Fort," which the " Singing Evangelist" has rendered immortal. He is in the prime of life, and earnestly devoted to the Master's cause. .His discourses are concise and clear, abounding with Scripture quota- tions, and, like those of Mrv Moody, interspersed with pointed anectodes and illustrations. His preaching has been signally blessed wherever he has been called to labor. ^uyuy.P. P. BLISS Philip Paul Bliss, the "Sweet Singer," was born in Clearfield County, Pa., in 1837. It was n°t until after he had reached the period of manhood that he *' felt the stirrings of his musical gift." And then, under the inspiration of his wife, he entered upon the study of musical science, and laid the basis of his immortal " hymns," now sung around the world. In 1864 he re- moved to Chicago, where his musical talent and Chris- tian character soon placed him in charge of the chon and Sunday School of the First Congregational Churchy and where he made the acquaintance of D. W. Whittle, with whom, for the last five years of his life he labored in the great Gospel work. Deep spirituality and per- suasiveness pervade all of Mr. Bliss' musical composi- tions. It is doubtful if the world ever heard sweeter hymns. Had he lived longer we should have heard more, but God, who raised him up for the work, called him : For those who sleep, And those who weep, Above the portals narrow The mansions rise Beyond the skies— We're going home to-morrow."?l •' ?? Tr' y~3ju*j CONTENTS. A Blind Man Preaches to 3,000,000 People 41 A Boy's Mistake—A Sad Reconciliation... 5a A Business Man Confessing Christ............ 86 A Child at its Mother's Grave.................. 27 A Child Looking for its Lost Mother......... 63 A Child's Prayer Answered.....................169 A Child Visits Abraham Lincoln and Saves the Life of a Condemned Soldier......... zz A Commercial Traveler.....................................ji A Day of Decision................................. 99 A Defaulter's Confession........................159 A Distiller Interrogates Moody..............140 A Dream...........................................................77 A Dying Infidel's Confession..................135 A Father's Love for his Boy.................... 66 A Father's Love Trampled under Foot~...i55 A Father's Mistake.............................. 52 Affection......................«... 5 Affliction............................................. zz A Good Excuse....................................-xo8 A Heavy Draw on Alexander the Great... z«5 A Little Boy Converts his Mother............. 50 A Little Boy's Experience....................... 48 A Lituc Child Converts an Infidel........... 56 All Right or All Wrong........................... 44 A London Doctor Saved after Fifty Years of Prayer.........................................Z76 A Long Ladder Tumbles to the Ground...Z25 Always Happy.......................................164 A Man Drinks up a Farm........................ 44 A Man who Would not Speak to his Wife— 73 A Mother Dies that her Boy May Live..... 43 A Mother's Mistake............................... 39 An Emperor Sett Forty Million Slaves Free............................................^.^46 Angry at First—Saved at Last.................Z77 A* Infidel who would not Talk Infidelity before his Daughter..........................135 An Irishman Leaps into the Life-boat..... 90 A Remarkable Case................................14X A Rich Father Visits his Dying Prodigal Son in a Garret and Forgives him.....iz6 Arthur P. Oxley I Your Mower Wishes to See You..........................................z6a A Rumseller's Son Blows his Brains Out-139 A Sad and Singular Story....................-.Z30 Assurance............................................. so A Story Moody Never Will Forget.......... 8a A Voice from the Tomb ................M....Mz66 A Wife's Faith...............................~......zza A Zealous Young Lady........................... 83 Believe..............................................................26 Bible Study......................................... 34 Black-Balled by Ma»—Saved by Christ...-168 Blind............................—.................... 39 Broken Hearts........................ za By th« Wayside...............................xyi Calling the Roll of Heaven.......................13s Cast Out but Rescued........................138 Child Stories.......................................................47 Christian Work..........« Christian Zeal....................................................8e Christ Saves...........................................................64 Condemned to be Shot....aMM...................147 Confessing Christ......-.......................................85 Conversion.........91 39 Decision..............~.....................................98 Deliverance.............................................. "Deluged With Blood".......................«... Divided we fall....................................~.z6e Dr. Arnott's Dog "Bover"..............~....za< "Emma, This is Papa's Friend"^.....^.^. 55 Engaging Rooms Ahead....................... at Excused at Last....................................109 Excuses.......................................~~~...io5 ar Faith...................................................sxz Faith More Powerful than Gunpowder____114 "Father; Father, Come This Way".......... xC "Five Million Dollars"........................«... so Forgiveness......................................^...1x5 Forty-one Little Sermons........................ *9 Four-score and Five............................. 84 "Free"..........................................9) a- George H. Stewart Visits a Doomed Crim- inal................................................... 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PAGB. ......*43 ......150 ......165 ......170 ..181 (governor Pollock and the Condemned Criminal......................................... 72 Grace...................................................123 Heaven..............................................127 "He Will Not Rest".............................. 22 "Hold the Fort, for I am Coming".........182 How a Citizen Became a Soldier.............. 94 How a Little Study Upset the Plans of a few Prominent Infidels......................137 How a Young Irishman Opened Moody's Eyes............................................... 7 How Christ Expounded It....................... 31 "How Funny You Talk"........................ 30 How Moody & Faith Saved an Infidel........111 How Moody's Mother Forgave her Prodi- gal Son............................................115 How Moody Treated the Committees....... 84 How Moody was Blessed.—Mark your Bible............................................... 34 How Moody was Encouraged................. 75 How Three Sunday-School Children Met their Fate.......................................154 1 Am not All Right.................................105 I Am not One of the Elect........................107 Am Trusting Jesus—A Young Lady's Trust............................................. 186 I Can't Feel...........................................xo6 "I Don't Know"..................................- 23 "If I Knew"......................................... 23 I Have Intellectual Difficulties...............-105 " I Know"........................................... *4 Infidel Books..........................................136 Infidelity...............................................133 Intemperance......................................-138 It's Better Higher Up.............................132 -It WU1 Kill Her"___________________________ *5 Jesus " Wants them All to Come"~.......... 55 Johnny, Cling Close to the Rock-........... 15a Jumping into Father's Arms...—.............153 Lady Abb Erkskine and Rowland Hill...... 68 "Let the Lower Lights be Burning"...-......183 Liberty.................................................144 Liberty Now and Forever......................-144 Uu'.c Folks............................................151 little Jimmy........................................- 60 Little Moody.......................................- 47 Love.................................................... 50 Love, not the Rattan, Conquers Little Moody............................................ 5 Love's Triumph in John Wannamaker's — Sonday-School................................ 9 24 Madness and Death......... Money Blind......... .*73 43 Moody and his Little Willie.......„............ 54 Moody and the Dying Soldier.................. #0 Moody and the Infidel..........................- 32 Moody and the Judge.............................tig Moody Asks a Few Questions..................14a Moody a Young Convert......................... 95 Moody in a Billiard Hall.—A Remarkable Story.............................................-118 Moody in a California Sunday-School.......127 Moody in Prison................................... 64 Moody on Duty—How he Loves his Moth- er...................................................146 Moody Puts a Man in his Prophets Room 99 Moody Visits Prang's Chromo Establish- ment............................................... 35 Moody with Gen. Grant's Army in Rich- mond..................-...........................147 Moody's Declaration........................... 24 Moody's First Impulse in Converting Souls 91 Moody's First Sermon on Grace...........-...it) Moody's Little Emma............-............... 60 Moody's Mistake.................................- 98 Mothers Are Looking down from Heaven..Ta8 " More to Follow"............ ...................-*84 Mr. Morehouse s Illustration..................-113 Mrs. Moody Teaching her Child-......-....187 35T Napoleon and the Conscript..................—14s Napoleon and the Private........................ 20 Never to see its Mother........................... 55 Note What Jesus Sayv...........................37 Obedience..........................................••••*53 O, Edward.............................................141 Old Sambo and his Massa.-.....................144 One Book at a Time............................... 36 One Word.......................37 Out of Libby Prison-........................145 Parental................................... Peter's Confession...................... Praise....................................... Prayer................................... Prayer Answered...................... Pull for the Shore.................... M Pull for the Shore, Sailor"...... -166 Rational Belief..............................................9| Reaping........................................^....171 Reaping the Whirlwind.......174 Removing the Difficulties........................S77 Reuben Johnson Pardoned.....................xai Sad Ending of a lib that Might Have Been Otherwise......-.........171 Sad Lack of Zeal..................~............... It Safe in the Ark.............................. If4 CONTENTS. Sambo and the Infidel Jodf.......... Satan's Match........................ Saved...................................... "Saved"...................................... Saved and Saving.................................. 81 Snapping the Chains...............................148 Song Stories.........................................182 Sowing the Tares........................^......^..173 Spurgeon and the Little Orphan............... 03 geon's Parable.................................103 ..176 Stubborn Little Sammy........................... 61 Sudden Conversion, (See Conversion)...—.. 91 Taking the Prince at his Word......-.......~xxa Ten Years in a Sick Bed—yet Praising God.................................................165 Terribly in Earnest.................................178 That is the Price of my Soul...................155 " That Is Your Fault"............... 14 The Arrows of Conviction....................................93 The Artist and the Beggar...................... 70 The Bible.............................................. 30 The Blind Beggar................................... 88 The Blood............................................. 43 rhe Cross and Crown.............................192 rhc Cruel Mother—Hypothetical...........162 rhe Czar and the Soldier........................ 69 rhe Demoniac.......................................10a The Drunken Father and his Praying Child.........................-14a rhe Dying Boy......................................129 rhe Dying Child................................... 57 The Eleventh Commandment..—..............131 The Faithful Aged Woman...................... 76 The Faithful London Lady.....................16* Hie Faithful Missionary.......................... 78 The Family that Hooted at Moody........... 88 The Fettered Bird Freed......................... 45 The Finest Looking Little Boy Mr. Moody Ever Saw........................................ 58 The Horse that was Established...............151 rhe " I am's," " I will's," Etc..........................38 The Invitation.....................................109 The Kings Pardon.................................149 The Little Child and the Big Book...........151 The Little Tow-headed Norwegian........... 87 The Loving Father.................................163 11m Missing ij The Moody and Sankey Humbug............170 The Most Hopeless Man in New York now a Sunday-school Superintendent.140 The Orphan's Prayer..............................170 The Place of Safety................................. 18 The Praying Cripple..............................169 The Praying Mother ..............................167 The Prodigal Son...................................191 The Repentent Father...........................158 The Reporter's Story..............................179 The Ricn Man Poor................................128 The Scotch " Draw the Bible" on False Doctrine... ..................................... 31 The Scotch Lassie.................................101 The Scotch Lassie and Dr. Chalmers........15a The Sinner's Prayer Heard.....................168 The Skeptical Lady...............................„i8c The Sleep of Death................................158 The Stolen Boy—A Mother's Love...........157 The Two Fathers.................................„i$6 The Way of the Transgressor is Hard......139 The Young Convert............................... 89 The Young French Nobleman and the Doctor............................................133 Those Hypocrites...................................io4 "Three Cheers".....................................164 True Love............................................. 6 Trust.....................................................186 Two Young Men.................................................87 Very Hard, yet Very Easy.. Very Orthodox................_______ •* . «3 TXT "We Will Never Surrendei"______________yt What a Woman Did........................... 83 What Moody saw in a Chamber of Horror. 174 Wisdom................................................189 Word Pictures.......................................191 Why Did he not Take his Wife along ?..... 10S " Won by a Smile"........................................47 *' You Know me, Moody"....................... ai Young Moody, Penniless in Boston, it Warned by his Sister to " Beware of Pkk-pockati"w...^..MWW...............„s»4LIBRARY OF THE "imsmr of ilutosNaomi and Her Daughters-in-Law. Ruth, i.D. L. MOODY'S Anecdotes and Illustrations. AFFECTION. LfOve, not the Rattan, Conquers Little Moody. I remember when a boy, I used to go to a certain school in New England, where we" had a quick-tempered ma ter who always kept a rattan. It was, "If you don't do this and don't do that, I'll punish you.'" I remember many a time of this rattan being laid upon my back. ] think I can almost feel it now. He used to rule that school by the law. But after a while there was somebody who began to get up a movement in favor of controlling the school by love. A great many said you can never do th t with those unruly boys, but after some talk it was at last decided to try it. I remember how we thought of the good time we wrould have that winter ^ hen the rattan would be out of the school. We thought we would then have all the fun we wanted. I remember who the teacher was—it was a lady—and she opened the school with prayer. We hadn't seen it done before and we were impressed, especially when she prayed that she might have g- ace and strength to rule the school with love. Well, the school wont for several weeks and we saw no rattan, but at last the rules were broken, and I think I was the first boy to break t em. She told me to wait till after school and then she would see me. I thought the rattan was coming out sure, and stretched myself up in warlike attitude. After school, however, I didn't see the rattan, but she sat down by me and told me how the loved me, 56 MOODY'S ANECDOTES. Affection. and how she had prayed to be able to rule that school by love, and concluded by saying, "I want to ask you one favor—that is, if you love me, try and be a good boy;" and I never gave her trouble again. She just put me under grace. And that is what the Lord does. God is love, and he wants us all to love Him. True Love. ♦ One day when I was in Brooklyn, I saw a young man going along the street without any arms. A friend who was with me, pointed him out, and told me his story. When the war broke out he felt it to be his duty to enlist and go to the front. He was en- gaged to be married, and while in the army letters passed fre- quently between him and his intended wife. After the battle of the Wilderness the young lady looked anxiously for the accus- tomed letter. For a little while no letter was received. At last one came in a strange hand. She opened it with trembling fin- gers, and read these words: u We have fought a terrible battle. I have been wounded so awfully that I shall never be able to sup- port you. A friend writes this for me. I love you more tenderly than ever, but I release you from your promise. I will not ask you to join your life with the maimed life of mine." That letter was never answered. The next train that left, the young lady was on it. She went to the hospital. She found out the number of his cot,and she went down the aisle,between the long rows of the wounded men. At last she saw the number, and, hurrying to his side, she threw her arms around his neck and said: 4Til not desert you. I'll take care of you." He did not resist her love. They were married, and there is no happier couple than this one. We are dependent on one another. Christ says, "I'll take care of you. I'll take you to this bosom of mine." That young man could have spurned her love; he could, but he didn't. Surely you can be saved if you will accept the Saviour's love. If God loves us, my friends, He loves us unto the end. <4 For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life."Affection. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 1 How a Young Irishman Opened Moody's Byes. I want to tell you how I got my eyes open to the truth that God loves the sinner. When I went over to Europe I was preaching in Dublin, when a young fellow came up to the plat- form and said to me that he wanted to come to America and preach. He had a boyish appearance; did not seem to be over seventeen years old. I measured him all over, and he repeated his request, and asked me when I was going back. I told him 1 didn't know; probably I should not have told him if I had known. I thought he was too young and inexperienced to be able to preach. In course of time I sailed for America, and hadn't been here long before I got a letter from him, dated New York, saying that he had arrived there. I wrote him a note and thought I would hear no more about him, but soon I got another letter from him, saying that he was coming soon to Chicago, and would like to preach. I sent him another letter, telling him if he came to call upon me, and closed with a few common-place remarks. I thought that would settle him, and I would hear no more from him. But in a very few days after he made his appearance. 1 didn't know what to do with him. I was just going of! to Iowa, and I went to a friend and said: MI have got a young Irishman —I thought he was an Irishman, because I met him in Ireland— and he wants to preach. Let him preach at the meetings—try him, and if he fails, I will take him off your hands when I come home." When I got home—I remember it was on Saturday morn ing—I said to my wife: M Did that young man preach at the meet ings?" "Yes." "How did they like him?" "They liked* hiro very much,H she replied: " He preaches a little different from you; he preaches that God loves sinners." I had been preaching that God hated sinners; that he had been standing behind the sin ners with a double-bladed sword, ready to cut the heads of the sinners off. So I concluded if he preached different from me, I would not like him. My prejudice was up. Well, I went down to the meeting that night, and saw them coming in with their Bibles with them. I thought it was curious. It was something strange to see the people coming in with Bibles, and listen tg8 MOODY'S ANECDOTES. Affection. the flutter of the leaves. The young man gave out his text, say- ing: "Let us turn to the third chapter of John, and sixteenth verse: 'For God so loved the world,that He gave His only be- gotten Son,that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.' " He didn't divide up the text at all. He went from Genesis to Revelation,giving proof that Godloved the sinner, and before he got through two or three of my ser- mons were spoiled. I have never preached them since. The following day—Sunday—there was an immense crowd flocking into the hall,and he said, "Let us turn to the third chap- ter of John, sixteenth verse: 'For God so loved the world,that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life;" and he preached the fourth sermon from this verse. He just seemed to take the whole text and throw it at them, to prove that God loved the sinner, and that for six thousand years he had been trying to convince the world of this. I thought I had never heard a better sermon in my life. It seemed to be a new revelation to all. Ah, I notice there are some of you here who remember those times; remember those nights. I got a new idea of the blessed Bible. On Monday nigh 11 went down and the young man said " Turn to the third chapter of John, sixteenth verse," and he seemed to preach better than ever. Proof after proof was quo- ted from Scripture to show how God loved us. I thought sure he had exhausted that text, but on Tuesday he took his Bible in his han£ and said: "Turn to the third chapter of John, sixteenth verse," and he preached the sixth sermon from that verse. He just seemed to climb over his subject, while he proved that there was nothing on earth like the love of Christ,and he said "If I can only convince men of His love,if I can but bring them to believe this text, the whole world will be saved." On Thursday he selec- the same text, John iii., 16, and at the conclusion of the ser- mon he said: "I have been trying to tell you for seven nights - no^, how Christ loves you, but I cannot do it. If I. could bor- row Jacob's ladder and climb up to heaven,and could see Gabriel there and ask him to tell me how much God loves me, he wouldAffection. AND ILL US TRA TJTONS. 9 only say, " God so loved the world that He gave His only be- gotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not per- ish, but have everlasting life.53 How a man can go out of this tabernacle after hearing this text, saying, "God does not lov me," is a mystery to me. Love's triumph in John Wannamaker's Sunday Schoo! Mr. John Wannamaker, superintendent of probab* one of the largest Sunday schools in the world, had a theor that he would never put a boy out of his school for bad conduct. He argued if a boy misbehaved himself, it was through bad training at home, and that if he put him out of the school no one would take care of him. Well, this theory was put to the test one day. A teacher came to him and said, "I've got a boy in my class that must be taken out; he breaks the rules continually, he swears and uses obscene language, and I cannot do anything with him." Mr. Wannamaker did not care about putting the boy out, so he sent the teacher back to his class. But he came again and said that unless the boy was taken from his class, he must leave it. Well, he left, and a second teacher was appointed. The second teacher came with the same story, and met with the same reply from Mr. Wannamaker. And he resigned. A third teacher was appointed and he came with the same story as the others. Mr. Wannamaker then thought he would be compelled to turn the boy out at last. One day a few teachers were standing about, and Mr; Wannamaker said; "I will bring this boy up and read his name out in the school and publicly excommunicate him." Well, a young lady came up and said to him: "I am not doing what I might for Christ, let me have the boy; I will try and save him." But Mr. Wannamaker said: "If these young men cannot do it, you will not." But she begged to have him, and Mr. Wan- namaker consented. She was a wealthy young lady surrounded with all the lux- uries of life. The boy went to her class and for several Sundays behaved himself and broke no rule. But one Sunday he brokeone, and, in reply to something she said, spit in her face. She took out her pocket-handkerchief and wiped her face, but she said nothing. Well, she thought upon a plan, and she said to him, MJohn,"—we will call him John,—"John, come home with me." "No," says he, "I won't; I won't be seen on the streets with you." She was fearful of losing him altogether if he went out of the school that day, and she said to him, "Will you let me walk home with you?" "No, I won't," said he, "I won't be seen on the street with you." Then she thought upon another plan. She thought on the "Old Curiosity Shop," and she said, "I won't be at home to-morrow or Tuesday, but if you will come round to the front door on Wednesday morning there will be a little bundle for you." "I don't want it; you may keep your own bundle." She went home, but made the bundle up. She thought that curios- ity might make him come. Wednesday morning arrived and he had got over his mad fit, and thought he would just like to see what was in that bundle. The little fellow knocked at the door, which was opened, and he told his story. She said: "Yes, here is the bundle." The boy opened it and found a vest and 3 coat and other clothing, and a little note written by the young lady, which read something like this: " Dear Johnnie :—Ever since you have been in my class 1 have prayed for you every morning and evening, that you might be a good boy, and I want you to stop in my class. Do not leave me." The next morning, before she was up, the servant came to her and said there was a little boy below who wished to see hei. She dressed hastily, and went down stairs, and found Johnnie on the sofa weeping. She put her arms around his neck, and he said to her, "My dear teacher, I have not had any peace since I got this note from you. I want you to forgive me." "Won't you let me pray for you to come to Jesus?" replied the teacher. And she went down on her knees and prayed And now Mr. Wan- namaker says that boy is the best boy in his Sunday-school And so it was love that broke that boy's heartimikw OF THE IMVERSITY of ILLINOISjjpgpgagijj David Mourning Over Absalom. 11 Samuel, xviii.AND ILL USTRA TIONS. ii AFFLICTION. A Child Visits Abraham Lincoln, and Saves the Life of a Condemned Soldier. During the war I remember a young man, not twenty, who was court-martialed down in the front and sentenced to be shot. The story was this: The young fellow had enlisted He was not obliged to, but he went off with another young man. They were what we would call "chums." One night this companion was ordered out on picket duty, and he asked the young man to go for him. The next night he was ordered out himself; and having been awake two nights, and not being used to it, fell asleep at his post, and for the offense he was tried and sentenced to death. It was right after the order issued by the President that no interference would be allowed in cases of this kind. This sort of thing had become too frequent, and it must be stopped. When the news reached the father and mother in Vermont it nearly broke their hearts. The thought that their son should be shot was too great for them. They had no hope that he would be saved by anything they could do. But they had a little daughter who had read the life of Abraham Lincoln, and knew how he had loved his own children, and she said: "If Abraham Lincoln knew how my father and mother loved my brother he wouldn't let him be shot" That little girl thought this matter over and made up her mind to see the President. She went to the White House, and the sentinel, when he saw her imploring looks, passed her in, and when she came to the door and told the private secretaryIt ' MOODY'S ANECDOTES Affliction. that she wanted to see the President, he could not refuse her. She came into the chamber and found Abraham Lincoln sur- rounded by his generals and counselors, and when he saw the little country girl he asked her what she wanted. The little maid told »er plain, simple story—how her brother, whom her father and • •other loved very dearly, had been sentenced to be shot; how hey were mourning for him, and if he was to die in that way it vould break their hearts. The President's heart was touched a ith compassion, and he immediately sent a dispatch canceling the sentence and giving the boy a parole so that he could come home and see that father and mother. I just tell you this to show you how Abraham Lincoln's heart was moved by compassion foi the sorrow of that father and mother, and if he showed so much do you think the Son of God will not have compassion upon you. sinner, if you only take that crushed, bruised heart to him? Broken Hearts. There is no class of people exempt from broken hearts. Thi rich and the poor suffer alike. There was a time when I used te visit the poor that I thought all the broken hearts were to be fouf»« among them, but within the last few years I have found there art as many broken hearts among the learned as the unlearned, the cultured as the uncultured, the rich as the poor. If you tould but go up one of our avenues and down another and reach the hearts of the people, and get them to tell their whole story, you would be astonished at the wonderful history of every family. I remember a few years ago I had been out of the city for some weeks. When I returned I started out to make some calls. The first place I went to I found a mother; her eyes were red with s eeping. I tried to find out what was troubling hei, and she eluctantly opened her heart and told me all. She said: m Last light my only boy came home about midnight, drunk. I didn't know that he was addicted to drunkenness, but this morning I ound out that he had been drinking for weeks, and," she can!in- ied, "I would rather have seen him laid in die grave than hsve had him brought home in the condition I saw him hi last night *AND ILLUSTRATIONS. I tried to comAnl her as best I could when she told me her sad story. When I went away from that house I didn't want to go into any other house where there was family trouble. The very next house I went to, however, where some of the children who attended my Sunday school resided, I found that death had been there and laid his hand on one of them. The mother spoke to me of her afflictions, and brought to me the playthings and the little shoes of the child, and the tears trickled down that mother's cheeks as she related to me her sorrow. I got out as soon as possible, and hoped I would see no more family trouble that day. The next visit I made was to a home where I found a wife with a bitter story. Her husband had been neglecting her for a long time; "and now," she said, "he has left me, and I don't know where he has gone. Winter is coming on, and I don't know what is going to become of my family." I tried to comfort her, and prayed with her, and endeavored to get her to lay all her sorrows on Christ. The next home I entered I found a woman crushed and broken-hearted. She told me her boy had forsaken her, and she had no idea where he had gone. That afternoon I made five calls, and in every home I found a broken heart. Every one had a sad tale to tell, and if you visited every house in Chicago you would find the truth in the saying that "there is a skeleton in every house.w I suppose while I am talking you are thinking of the great sorrow in your own bosom. I do not know anything about you, but if I were to come around to every one of you, and you were to tell me the truth I would hear a tale of sorrow. The very last man I spoke to last night was a young mercantile man who told me his load of sorrow had been so great that many times during the last few weeks he had gone down to the lake and had been tempted to plunge in and end his existence. His burden seemed too much for him. Think of the broken hearts in Chicago to-night! They could be numbered by hundreds—yea, thousands. AJfl over this city are broken hearts. If all the sorrow represented in this great city were written in a book, this building couldn't hold that book, and you couldn't road it m a long lifetime. This earth is not a stranger to tears.MOODY'S ANECDOTES AfkcHa* neither is the present the only time when they could be found in abundance. From Adam's days to ours tears have been shed, and a wail has been going up to heaven from the broken-hearted. And I say it again, it is a mystery to me how all those broken hearts can keep away from Him who has come to heal them. "That is Your Fault." I remember a mother coming to me and saying, "It is easy enough for you to speak in that way; if you had the burden that I've got, you couldn't cast it on the Lord." "Why, is your burden ^ so great that Christ can't carry it?" I asked. "No: it isn't too great for Him to carry; but I can't put it on Him." "That is your fault," I replied; and I find a great many people with burdens who, rather than just come to Him with them, atrap them tighter on their backs and go away struggling under their load. I &sked her the nature of her trouble, and she told me. ' I have an only boy who is a wanderer on the face of the earth. I don't know where he is. If I only knew where he was I would go around the world to find him. You don't know how I love that boy. This sorrow is killing me.w "Why can't you take him to Christ? You can reach Him at the throne, even though he be at the uttermost part of the world. Go tell God all about your trouble, and he will take away his sin, and not only that, but if you never see him on earth, God can give you faith that you will see your boy in heaven." And then I told her of a mother who lived down in the southern part of Indiana. Some years ago her boy came up to this city. He was a moralist My friends, a man has to have more than morality to lean upon in this great city. He hadn't been here long before he was led astray. A neighbor happened to come up here and found him one night in die streets drunk. When that neighbor went home, at first he thought he wouldn't say anything about it to the boy's father, but after- ward he thought it was his duty to tell him. So in a crowd in che street of their little town he just took the father aside, and told him what he had seen in Chicago. It was a terrible Mow. When the children had been put to bed that night he amd t* hi?Affiictim. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. if wife, "Wife, I have bad news. I have heard from Chicago to- day." The mother dropped her work in an instant and said: "Tell me what it is." uWell, our son has been seen on the streets of Chicago, drunk." Neither of them slept that night, but they took their burden to Christ, and about daylight the mother said: "I don't know how, I don't know when or where, but God has given .ne faith to believe that our son will be saved and will never come to a drunkard's grave." One week after, that boy left Chicago. He couldn't tell why —an unseen power seemed to lead him to his mother's home, and the first thing he said on coming over the threshold was, "Mother, I have come home to ask you to pray for me;" and soon after he came back to Chicago a bright and shining light If you have a burden like this, fathers, mothers, bring it to Him and cast it on Him, and He, the Great Physician, will heal your broken hearts. "It will Kill Hen" I was thinking to-day of the difference between those who knew Christ when trouble comes upon them and those who knew Him not. I know several members of families who are just stumbling into their graves over trouble. I know two widows in Chicago who are weeping and mourning over the death of their husbands, and their grief is just taking them to their graves. Instead of bringing their burdens to Christ, they mourn day and night, and the result will be that in a few weeks or years at most their sorrow will take them to their graves when they ought to take it all to the Great Physician. Three years ago a father took his wife and family on board that ill-fated French steamer. They were going to Europe, and when out on the ocean another vessel ran into her and she went down. That mother when I was preaching in Chicago used to bring her two children to the meetings every night It was one of the most beautiful sights I ever looked on, to see how those little children used to sit and listen, and to see the tears trickling down their cheeks when the Saviour was preached. It leowadMOODY'S ANECDOTES AJteHm. mm If nobody else in that meeting drank in the truth as eagerly aa those little ones. One night when an invitation had been trended to all to go mto the inquiry room, one of these little children said: 41 Mamma, why can't I go in too?" The mother allowed them to come into die room, and some friend spoke to them, and to all appearances they seemed to understand the plan of salvation as well as their elders. When that memorable night came that mother went down and came up without her two children. Upon reading the news I said: "It will kill her," and I quitted my post in Edinburgh—the only time I left my post on the other side—and went down to Liverpool to try and comfort her. But when I got there I found that the Son of God had been there before me, and instead of me comforting her, she comforted me. She told me she could not think of those children as being in the sea; it seemed as if Christ had permitted her to take those children on that vessel only that they might be wafted to Him, and had saved her life only that she might come back and work a little longer for Him. When she got up the other day at a mothers' meeting in Farwell Hall, and told her story, I thought I would tell the mothers of it the first chance I got So if any of you have had some great affliction, if any of you have lost a loving father, mother, brother, husband, or wife, come to Christ, because God has sent Him to heal the broken-hearted. "Father, Father, Come This Way." I remember a number of years ago I went out of Chicago to try to preach. I went down to a little town where was being held a Sunday-school convention. I was a perfect stranger in the place, and when I arrived a man stepped up to me and asked me if my name was Moody. I told him it was, and he invited me to his house. When I got there he said he had to go to the convention, and asked me to excuse his wife, as she, not having a servant, had to attend to her household duties. He put me into the parlor, and told me to amuse myself as best I could till he came back. I sat there, but the room was dark, and I could no*Ajftktfon. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. read, and I got tired. So 1 thought I would try and get the children and play with them. I listened for some sound of child- hood in the house, but could not hear a single evidence of the presence of little ones. When my friend came back I said: "Haven't you any children?" "Yes," he replied, "I have one, but she's in Heaven, and I am glad she is there, Moody." uAre you glad that your child's dead?" I inquired. He went on to tell me how he had worshiped that child; how his whole life had been bound up in her to the neglect of his Saviour. One day he had come home and found her dying. Upon her death he accused God of being unjust. He saw some of his neighbors with their children around them. Why hadn't He taken some of them away? He was rebellious. After he came home from her funeral he said: "All at once I thought I heard her little voice calling me, but the truth came to my heart that she was gone. Then I thought I heard her feet upon the stairs; but I knew she was lying in the grave. The thought of her loss almost made me mad. I threw myself on my bed and wept bitterly. I fell asleep, and while I slept I had a dream, but it almost seemed to me like a vision. u I thought I was going over a barren field, and I cajne to a river so dark and chill-looking that I was going to turn away, when all at once I saw on the opposite bank the most beautiful sight I ever looked at. I thought death and sorrow could never enter into that lovely region. Then I began to see beings all so happy looking, and among them I saw my little child. She waved her little angel hand to me and cried, ' Father, father, come this way.' I thought her voice sounded much sweeter than it did on earth. In my dream I thought I went to the water and tried to cross it, but found it deep and the current so rapid that I thought if I entered it would carry me away from her forever. I tried to find a boatman to take me over, but couldn't, and I walked up and down the river trying to find a crossing, and still she cried: 4 Come this way.' All at once I heard a voice come rolling down, i I am the way, the truth, and the life; no man cometh unto the Father but by Me.' The voice awoke me from my sleep, 2is MOODY'S ANECDOTES AfflUHtn. and I knew it was my Saviour calling me, and pointing the way for me to reach my darling child. * I am now superintendent of a Sunday-school; I have made many converts; my wife has been converted, and we will, through Jesus as the way, see one day our child." The Place of Safety. My friends, there is one spot on earth where the fear of Death, of Sin, and of Judgment, need never trouble us, the only safe spot on earth where the sinner can stand—Calvary. Out in our western country, in the autumn, when men go hunting, and there has not been rain for many months, sometimes the prairie grass catches fire. Sometimes, when the wind is strong, the flames may be seen rolling along, twenty feet high, destroying man and beast in their onward rush. When the frontiersmen see what is coming, what do they do to escape? They know they cannot run as fast as that fire can run. Not the fleetest horse can escape it They just take a match and light the grass around them. The flames sweep onwards; they take their stand in the burnt dis- trict and are safe. They hear the flames roar as they come along; they see death bearing down upon them with resistless fury, but they do not fear. They do not even tremble as the ocean of flame surges around them, for over the place where they stand the fire has already past and there is no danger. There is nothing for fire to burn. And there is one spot on earth that God has swept over. Eighteen hundred years ago the storm burst on Calvary; the Son of God took it into his own bosom, and now, if we take our stand by the Cross, we are safe for time and eternity. GOLD. -—Christ never preached any funeral sermons. —His is a loving, tender hand, full of sympathy and com- passion. —Take your stand on the Rock of Ages. Let death, let the judgment come: the victory is Christ's and yours through Him.Affliction. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 19 —The only man who ever suffered before Christ was that servant who had his ear cut off. But most likely in a moment afterward he had it on, and very likely it was a better ear than ever, because whatever the Lord does He does it well. No man ever lost his life with Him. —A great many people wonder why it was that Christ did not come at once to Martha and Mary, whom He loved, whenever He heard of their affliction. It was to try them, and it is the same with His dealings toward us. If He seenps not to come to us in our affliction, it is only to test us. —When the Spirit came ta Moses, the plagues came upon Egypt, and he had power to destroy men's lives; when the Spirit came upon Elijah, fire came down from heaven; when the Spirit came upon Gideon, no man could stand before him; and when it came upon Joshua,he moved around the city of Jericho and the whole city fell into his hands; but when the Spirit came upon the Son of Man, He gave His life; He healed the broken-hearted. —-No matter how low down you are; no matter what your disposition has been; you may be low in your thoughts, words, and actions; you may be selfish; your heart may be overflowing with corruption and wickedness; yet Jesus will have compassion upon you. He will speak comforting words to you; not fcreat you coldly or spurn you, as perhaps those of earth would, but will speak tender words, and words of love and affection and kindness. Just come at once. He is a faithful friend—a friend that pticketh closer than a brother.MOODrS ANMCDOTBS ASSURANCE. Napoleon and the Private. It is said of Napoleon that while he was reviewing his army one day, his horse became frightened at something, and the Em- peror lost his rein, and the horse went away at full speed, and the Emperor's life was in danger. He could not get hold of the rein, and a private in the ranks saw it, and sprang out of the ranks towards the horse, and was successful in getting hold of the horse's head at the peril of his own life. The Emperor was very much pleased. Touching his hat, he said to him, "I make you Captain of my Guard." The soldier didn't take his gun and wall? up there. He threw it away, stepped out of the ranks of the soldiers, and went up to where the body-guard stood. The cap- tain of the body-guard ordered him back into the ranks, but he said "No! I won't go!" "Why not?" "Because I am Captain of the Guard." "You Captain of the Guard?" "Yes," replied the soldier. "Who said it?" and the man, pointing to the Emperor, said, "He said it." That was enough. Nothing more could be; said. He took the Emperor at his word. My friends, if God says anything, let us take Him at His word. "He that believeth on the Lord Jesus Christ shall not perish, but have everlasting life." Don't you believe it? Don't you believe you have got everlasting life? It can be the privilege of every child of God to believe and then know that you have got it " Five Million Dollars." One thing I know—I cannot speak for others, but I car speak for myself; I cannot read other minds and other hearts; I eaanot read the Bible and lay hold for others; but I can read (mf ^ Isaiah.ifpQjLQyAssurance. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. •< myself, and take God at his word. The great trouble is that people take everything in general, and do not take it to them- selves. Suppose a man should say to me, "Moody, there was a man in Europe who died last week, and left five million dollars to a certain individual. "Well," I say, "X don't doubt that; it's rather a common thing to happen," and I don't think anything more about it. But suppose he says, "But he left the money to you." Then I pay attention; I say, "To me?" aYes, he left it to you." I become suddenly interested. I want to know all about it So we are apt to think Christ died for sinners; He died for everybody, and for nobody in particular. But when the truth comes to me that eternal life is mine, and all the glories of Heaven are mine, I begin to be interested. I say, "Where is the chapter and verse where it says I can be saved?" If I put myself among sinners, I take the place of the sinner, then it is that salvation is mine and I am sure of it for time and eternity. Engaging Rooms Ahead- Mr Sankey and myself—going about and preaching the gospel, is nothing new. You will find them away back eighteen hundred years ago, going off two by two, like Brothers Bliss and Whittle, and Brothers Needham and Stebbins, to different towns &&d villages. They had gone out, and there had been great revi- vals in all the cities, towns, and villages they had entered. Every- where they had met with the greatest success. Even the very devils were subject to them. Disease had fled before them. When they met a lame man they said to him, "You don't want to be lame any longer," and he walked. When they met a blind man they but told him to open his eyes, and behold, he could see. And they came to Christ and rejoiced over their great success, and He just said to them, "I will give you something to rejoice over. Rejoice that your names are written in heaven." Now there are a great many people who do not beKeve in such an assurance as this, "Rejoice, because your names are written hi heaven." How are you going to rejoice if your namesJt MOODY'S ANECDOTES Aswan** are not written there? While speaking about this some time ago, a man told me we were preaching a very ridiculous doctrine when we preached this doctrine of assurance. I ask you in all candor what are you going to do with this assurance if we don't preach it? It is stated that our names are written there; blotted out of the Book of Death and transferred to the Book of Life. I remember while in Europe I was traveling with a friend— she is in this hall to-night. On one occasion we were journeying from London to Liverpool, and the question was put as to where we would stop. We said we would go to the w Northwest em," at Lime street, as that was the Hotel where Americans generally stopped at When we got there the house was full and they could not let us in. Every room was engaged. But this friend said, "I am going to stay here. I engaged a room ahead. I sent a tele- gram on." My friends, that is just what the Christians are doing —sending their names in ahead. They are sending a message up saying: "Lord Jesus, I want one of those mansions You are pre- paring; I want to be there." That's what they are doing. Every man and woman who wants one, if you have not already got one, had better make up your mind. Send your names up now. I would rather a thousand times have my name written in the Lamb's Book than have all the wealth of the world rolling at my feet "He Will Not Rest/9 Suppose a man is going to Cincinnati, and he gets on the cars, but he feels uneasy lest the train will take him to St Louis instead of his destination. He will not rest till he knows he is on the right road, and the idea that we are on the road to eternity as fast as time can take us, and do not know our destination, is con- trary to Scripture. If we want peace we must know it, and we can know it; it is the Word of God. Look what Peter says: u We know we have an incorruptible dwelling." Then in Paul's epistle to the Colossians, L, 12, "Giving thanks unto the Father which h&tfc made us meet"—hath made us, not going to—"to beAssurance. AND ILL USTRA TIONS. 23 partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light. Who hath delivered us"—not going to deliver us,but he hath delivered us: this is an assurance—"from the power of darkness, and hath translated us into the kingdom of His dear Son." "Very Orthodox." A person came to me some time ago and said: "Mr. Moody, I wish you would give me a book that preaches assurance, and that tells the children of God it is their privilege to know they are accepted." I said, 4'Here is a book; it is very orthodox. It was written by John,the most intimate friend of Jesus while He was on earth. The man who laid his head upon His bosom." Turn to John and see what he says in the 5th chapter, "For in them ye think ye have eternal life." " I Don't Know." There is no doubt about assurance in the Word of God. A person said to me some time ago: "I think it is great pre- sumption for a person to say she is saved." I asked her if she was saved. "I belong to a church," she sobbed. "But are you saved?" "I believe it would be presumption in me to say that I was saved." "Well I think it is a greater presumption for any one to say: 'I don't know if I believe in the Lord Jesus Christ,' because it is written, 'He that believeth on me hath everlasting life.' " It is clearly stated that we have assurance. " If 1 Knew." Many think that assurance is not to be had while traveling through this world-they must wait till they get before the terrible judgment seat to know whether they are accepted or not. And I find some ministers preach this precious doctrine from their pul- pits. I heard of a minister who,while on his way to the burial of a man,began to talk upon the subject of assurance. "Why," said he, "if I knew for a certainty that I was saved the carriage couldn't hold me. I would have to jump out with joy." Aman should be•4 MOODYS ANECDOTES Assurance, convinced that he has the gospel, before he preaches it to any one else. Why, a man need not try to pull a man out of the river if he is in it himself. A man need not try to lift a man out of a pit if he is there too. No man can preach salvation till he knows he is saved. "I. Know." The man of God who has fixed his feet on the rock of salva- tion can say with certainty, uI know." If you have not got. assurance and want it, just believe God's Word. If you go down South and ask those three million colored people how they think they are free, they won't talk about their feelings; they just believe that Abraham Lincoln made them free. They believe the procla- mation, and so we must believe the proclamation God has made in the Bible. "One thing thou teachest," that is salvation. Moody's Declaration. A great many people say, "Mr. Moody, I would like to know whether I am a Christian or not. I would like to know if I am saved." The longer I live the more I am convinced that it is one of the greatest privileges of a child of God to know—to be able to say, "I am saved." The idea of walking through life without knowing this until we get to the great white throne, is exploded. If the Bible don't teach assurance it don't teach justification by faith; if it don't teach assurance it don't teach re- demption. The doctrine of assurance is as clear as any doctrine in the Bible. How many people in the Tabernacle when I ask them if they are Christians, say, "Well, I hope so," in a sort of a hesita- ting way. Another class say, "I am trying to be." This a queer kind of testimony, my friends. I notice no man is willing to go into the inquiry room till he has got a step beyond that. That class of Christians don't amount to much. The real Christian puts it, "I believe; I believe that my Redeemer hveth; I believe that if this building of flesh were destroyed, I have a building not made with hands, eternal in the heavens." No hoping and treat-Assurance. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. n ing with them. It is, " I know." Hope is assured to the Chris- tian. It is a sure hope; it isn't a doubting hope. Suppose a man asked me if my name was Moody, and I said, "Well, I hope so,* wouldn't it sound rather strange? "I hope it is;" or, "I'm try- ing to be Moody." Now, if a man asks you if you are a Christian, you ought to be able to give a reason. GOLD. —There cannot be any peace where there is uncertainty. —There is no knowledge like that of a man who knows he is saved, who can look up and see his * title clear to mansions in the skies." —I believe hundreds of Christian people are being deceived by Satan now on this point, that they have not got the assurance oi salvation just because they are not willing to take God at His word. * —"But," a man said to me, "no one has come back, and we don't know what is in the future. It is all dark, and how can we be sure?" Thank God! Christ came down from heaven, and I would rather have Him, coming as he does right from the bosom of the Father, than any one else. We can rely on what Christ says, and He says, " He that believeth on Me shall not perish, but have everlasting life." Not that we are going to have it when we die, but right here to-day. —Now, I find a great many people who want some evidence that they have accepted the Son of God. My friends, if you want any evidence, take God's word for it. You can't find better evi- dence than that You know that when the Angel Gabriel came down and told Zachariah he should have a son he wanted a further token than the angel's word. He asked Gabriel for it and he answered, "I am Gabriel, who stands in the presence of the Lord." He had never been doubted, and he thundered out this to Zachariah. But he wanted a further token, and Gabriel said, "You shall have a token: you shall be dumb till your son shall be given you."** MOODYS ANECDOTES BELIEVE. Moody and the Dying Soldier. After the battle of Pittsburgh Landing and Murfreesboro' I was in a hospital at Murfreesboro*. And one night after mid- night, I was woke up and told that there was a man in one of the wards who wanted to see me. I went to him and he called me * chaplain"—I wasn't a chaplain—and he said he wanted me to help him die. And I said, * I'd take you right up in my arms and carry you into the kingdom of God if I could; but I can't do it; I can't help you to die." And he said, "Who can?" I said: "The Lord Jesus Christ can—He came for that purpose." He shook his head and said, "He can't save me; I have sinned all my life." And I said, " But He came to save sinners." I thought of his mother in the North, and I knew that she was anxious that he should die right, and I thought I'd stay with him. I prayed two or three times, and repeated all the promises I could, and I knew that in a few hours he would be gone. I said I wanted to read him a conversation that Christ had with a man who was anxious about his souL I turned to the third chapter of John. His eyes were riveted on me, and when I came to the 14th and 15th verses, he caught up the words, "As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of Man be lifted up; that whosoever believeth on Him should not perish, but have eternal life." He stopped me and said, "Is that there?" I said "Yes," and he asked me to read it again, and I did so. He leaned his elbows on the cot and clasped his hands together and said, "That's good; won't you read it again." I read it the third time, and then went on with the rest ol the chapter. When I finished, his eyes were closed, his hands were folded, and there was a smile on his face. Ohl how it wasBdk*. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. Utup! What a change had come over it! I saw his lips quiver- ing, and I leaned over him and heard, in a faint whisper, "As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so must the Son of Man be lifted up, that whosoever believeth on Him should not perish, but have eternal life." He opened his eyes and said, "Thafs enough; don't read any more." He lingered a few hours and then pillowed his head on those two verses, and then went up in one of Christ's chariots and took his seat in the Kingdom of God You may spurn God's remedy and perish; but I tell you God don't want you to perish. He says, "As I live I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked." "Turn ye, turn ye, for why will ye die?" A Child at its Mother's Grave. I remember seeing a story some time ago in print It has been in the papers, but it will not hurt us to hear it again. A family in a Southern city were stricken down with yellow fever. It was raging there, and there were very stringent sanitary rules. The moment anybody died, a cart went around and took the coffin away. The father was taken sick and died and was buried, and the mother was at last stricken down. The neighbors were afraid of the plague, and none dared go into the house. The mother had a little son and was anxious about her boy, and afraid he would be neglected when she was called away, so she called the little fellow to her bedside, and said, "My boy, I am going to leave you, but Jesus will come to you when I am gone. * The mother died, the cart came along and she was laid in the grave. The neighbors would have liked to take the boy, but were afraid of the pestilence. He wandered about and finally started up to the place where they had laid his mother and sat down on the grave and wept himself to sleep. Next morning he awoke and realized his position—alone and hungry. A stranger came along and see- ing the little fellow sitting on the ground, asked him what he was waiting for. The boy remembered what his mother had told him and answered, "I am waiting for Jesus," and told him the whole»s MOODY'S ANECDOTES Bthtv*. story. Hie man's heart was touched, tears trickled down his cheeks and he said, "Jesus has sent me," to which the boy replied, "You have been a good while coming, sir." He was pro- vided for. So it is with us. To wait for results, we must have courage and patience and God will help us. "You Know Me, Moody." Well, let me illustrate it then, and perhaps you will be able to understand it Suppose I am dying with consumption, which I inherited from my father or mother. I did not get it by any fault of my own, by any neglect of my health; I inherited it, let us suppose. Well, I go to my physician, and to the best phy- sicians, and they all give me up. They say I am incurable; I must die; I have not thirty days to live. Well, a friend happens to come along and looks at me and says: "Moody, you have got the consumption." "I know it very well; I don't want any one to tell me that" "But," he says, "There is a remedy—a remedy, I tell you. Let me have ,your attention. I want to call your attention to it I tell you there is a remedy." "But, sir, I don't believe it. I have tried the leading physicians in this country and in Europe, and they tell me there is no hope." "But you know me, Moody; you have known me for years." "Yes, sir." "Do you think, then, I would tell you a falsehood?" "No." "Well, ten years ago I was far gone. I was given up by the phy- sicians to die, but I took this medicine and it cured me. I am perfectly well—look at me." I say that it is a very strange case. "Yes, it may be strange, but it is a fact That medicine cured me; take this medicine and it will cure you. Although it has cost me a great deal, it shall not cost you anything. Although the salvation of Jesus Christ is as free as the air, it cost God the richest jewel of heaven. He had to give his only Son; give all He had; He had only one Son, and He gave Him. Do not make light of it, then, I beg of you." "Well," I say, *1 would like to believe you, but this is contrary to my reason." Hearing this, my friend goes away and brings another friend to me and he testifies to the same thing. He again goes awaywhen I do notBdb•* AND ILLUSTRATIONS. yet believe, and brings in another, and another, and another, and they all testify to the same thing. They say they were as bad as myself; and they took the same medicine that has been offered to me, and it cured them. He then hands me the medicine- I dash it to the ground; I do not believe in its saving power: I die. The reason is, then, that I spurned the remedy. So it will not be because Adam fell, but that you spurn the remedy offered to you to save you. You will have darkness rather than light How, then, shall ye escape if ye neglect so great salvation? There is no hope for you if you neglect the remedy. Rational BelieL Once there were a couple of men arranging a balloon ascen- sion. They thought they had two ropes fastened to the car, but one of them only was fastened, and they unfastened that one rope, and the balloon started to go up. One of the men seized hold of the car, and the other seized hold of the rope. Up went the balloon, and the man who seized hold of the car went up with it, and was lost The man who laid hold of the rope was just as sincere as the man who l£id hold of the car There was just as much reason to say that the man who laid hold of that would fee saved because he was sincere as the man who believed in % lie because he is sincere in his belief. I like a man to be able to give a reason for the faith that is in him. Once I asked a man what he believed, and he said he believed what his church be- lieved. I asked him what his church believed, and he said he supposed his church believed what he did, and that was all I could get out of him. And so men believe what other people believe and what their church believes, without really knowing what their church and other people do believe. GOLD. —God is truth. —What grounds have we for not believing God?I* MOODY'S ANECDOTES THE BIBLE. ••How Funny You Talk." No book in the world has been so misjudged as the Bible Men judge it without reading it Or perhaps they read a bit here and a bit there, and then close it saying, u It is so dark and mys- terious I" You take a book, now-a-days, and read it Some one asks you what you think about it "Well," you say, "I have only read it through once, not very carefully, and I should not like to give an opinion.'' Yet people take up God's book, read a few pages, and condemn the whole of it Of all the skeptics and infidels I have ever met speaking against the Bible, I have never met one who read it through. There may be such men, but I have never met them. It is simply an excuse. There is no man living who will stand up before God and say that kept him out of the king- dom. It is the devil's work trying to make us believe it is not true, and that it is dark and mysterious. The only way to over- come the great enemy of souls is by the written Word of God. He knows that, and so tries to make men disbelieve it As soon as a man is a true believer in the Word of God, he is a conqueroi over Satan. Young man! the Bible is true. What have these infidels to give you in its place? What has made England but the open Bible? Every nation that exalteth the Word of God if exalted, and every nation that casteth it down is cast down. Oh, let us cling close to the Bible. Of course, we shall not understand it all at once. But men are not to condemn it on that account Suppose I should send my little boy, five years old, to school to-morrow morning, and when he came home in the afternoon, say to him, "Willie, can you read? can you write? can you spell? Do you understand all about Algebra, Geometry, Hebrew, Latin, and Greek?* "Why, papa," the little fellow would say, "how fenny you talk. I have been all day trying to learn the A BCTThe Journey to Emmaus. Luke, xxiv, 13-32,iffirarv of THE University of IllinoisThe Bible. AND ILL USTRA TIONS. 31 Well, suppose I should reply, "If you have not finished your education, you need not go any more." What would you say? Why, you would say, I had gone mad. There would be just as much reason in that, as in the way that people talk about the Bible. My friends,the men who have studied the Bible for fifty years—the wise men and the scholars, the great theologians— have never got down to the depths of it yet. There are truths there that the Church of God has been searching out for the last eighteen hundred years,but no man has fathomed the depths of the ever-living stream. "How Christ Expounded It." You will find Christ, after He had risen, again speaking about the Old Testament prophets: "And beginning at Moses, and all the prophets,he expounded unto them in all the Scripture the things concerning Himself." Concerning Himself. Don't that settle the question? I tell you I am convinced in my mind that the Old Testament is as true as the New. "And He began at Moses and all the prophets." Mark that, "all the prophets." Then in the forty-fourth verse: "And he said unto them, these are the words which I spake unto you, while I was yet with you that all things must be fulfilled which were written in the law of Moses and in the prophets and in the psalms concerning Me. Then opened He their understanding that they might under- stand the Scripture." The Scotch "Draw the Bible" on False Doctrine. There is no place I have ever been in where people so thoroughly understand their Bibles as in Scotland. Why,little boys could quote Scripture and take me up on a text. They have the whole nation just educated, as it were, with the Word of God. Infidelity cannot come there. A man got up at Glas- gow, at a corner,and began to preach universal salvation. "Oh, sir," said an old woman, "that will never save the like of me." She had heard enough preaching to know that it would never save her. If a man comes among them with any false doctrine,MOODY'S ANECDOTES The Bi*k„ these Scotchmen instantly draw their Bibles on him. I had to keep my eyes open and be careful what I said there. They knew their Bibles a good deal better than I did. And so if the preach- ers could get the people to read the Word of God more carefully, and note what they heard, there would not be so much infidelity among us. Moody and the Infidel. An infidel had come the other day, to one of our meetings, and wh^n I talked with him, he replied that he didn't believe one- twelfth part of the Bible, but I kept on quoting Scripture, feeling that if the man didn't believe, God could do what He chose with His word, and make it quick and powerful, and sharper than a two-edged sword. The man kept saying that he did not believe what the Bible said, and I kept on quoting passage after passage of Scripture, and the man, who, two hours before, had entered the hall an infidel, went out of it a converted man, and a short time after his conversion he left the city for Boston, a Christian, to join his family in Europe. Before this gentleman went away, T. asked him if he believed the Bible, and his reply was: "From back to back, every word of it" " Deluged with Blood/' . A good many years ago there was a convention held in France, and those who held it wanted to get the country to deny a God, to burn the Bible, wanted to say that men passed away like a dog and a dumb animal. What was the result! Not long since, that country was filled with blood. Did you ever think what would take place if we could vote the Bible and the min- isters of the gospel and God out from among the people? My friends, the country would be deluged with blood. Your life and mine would not be safe in this city to-night We could not walk through these streets with safety. We don't know how much we owe God and the influence of His gospel among even ungodly mea,The Bible. AND ILL USTRA TJONS, GOLD. <9 K There are over two hundred passages In the Old Testament which prophesied about Christ, *and every one of them has come true. -—God didn't give the world two different Bibles; they are one, and must be believed from back to back, from Genesis to Reve- lations, or not at alL —I haven't found the first man who ever read the Bible from back to back carefully who remained an infideL My friends, the Bible of our mothers and fathers is true, —The Word of God may be darkened to the natural man, but the way of Salvation is wiitten so plain, that the little child six years old can understand it if she wilL —Set more and more store by the Bible. Then troubles in your Chirstian life will pass away like a morning cloud. You will feed and live on the Word of God, and it will become the joy of your souL —There are dark and mysterious things in the Bible now, but when you begin to trust Christ your eyes will be opened and the Bible will be a new book to you. It will become the Book of books to you. -I notice if a man goes to cut up the Bible and comes to you with one truth and says, "I don't believe this, and I don't believe that,"—I notice when he begins to doubt portions of the Word of God he soon doubts it alL — If you will show me a Bible Christian living on the Word of God, I will show you a joyful man. He is mounting up all the time. He has got new truths that lift him up over every obstacle, and he mounts over difficulties higher and higher, like a man I once heard of who had a bag of gas fastened on either side, and if he just touched the ground with his foot, over a wall or a hedge he would go; and so these truths make us so light that we bound aver every obstacle. 314 MOODY'S ANECDOTES BIBLE STUDY. How Moody was Blessed—" Mark Your Bible." I want to tell you how I was blessed a few years ago, upon ae^jing a discourse upon the thirtieth chapter of Proverbs. The speaker said the children of God were like four things. The first thing was: "The ants are a people not strong," and he went on to compare the children of God to ants. He said the people oi God were like ants. They pay no attention to the things of the present, but go on steadily preparing for the future. The nexi thing he compared them to was the conies. aThe conies are but 4 feeble folk." It is a very weak little thing. "Well," said I, wouldn't like to be as a coney." But he went on to say that it built upon a rock. The children of God were very weak, but they laid their foundation upon a rock. "Well," said I, "I will be like a coney and build my hopes upon a rock.n Like the Irishman who said he trembled himself, but the rock upon which his house was built never did. The next thing the speaker com- pared them to was a locust I didn't think much of locusts; and I thought I wouldn't care about being like one. But he went on to read, They have no king, yet they go forth all of them by bands." There were the Congregationalism the Presbyterian, the Methodist tou.nds going forth without a king, but by and by our King will coiix back again, and these bands will fly to Him. "Well, I will be like a locust;my King is away," I thought The next comparison >ras a spider. I didn't like this at all, but he said if we went into a gilded palace filled with luxury, we might see a spider holding on to something, oblivious to all the luxury below. It was laying hold of hie things above. "Well," said I, "I would like to be a spidei." i hejifd this a good many years ago, and I just put the speaker s n to it, and it makes a sermon. BatJesus Questioning the Doctors. Luke, ii, 41-51.*f?y of H-UHOlgBikk Study. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. * take your Bibles and mark them. Don't think of wearing them out It is a rare thing to find a man wearing his Bible out now-a-days —and Bibles are cheap, too. You are living in a land where they are plenty. Study them and mark them, and don't be afraid of wearing them. Moody Visits Prang's Chromo Establishment. When I went to Boston, I went into Mr. Prang's chromo establishment. I wanted to know how the work was done. He took me to a stone several feet square, where he took the first impression, but when he took the paper off the stone I could see no sign of a man's face there. " Wait a little," he said. He took me to another stone, but when the paper was lifted I couldn't see any impression yet He took me up, up to eight, nine, ten stones, and then I could see just the faintest outlines of a man's face. He went on till he got up to about the twentieth stone, and I could see the impression of a face, but he said it was not very correct yet. Well, he went on till he got up, I think, to the twenty-eighth stone, and a perfect face appeared, and it looked as if all it had to do was to speak and it would be human. If you read a chapter of the Bible and don't see anything in it, read it a second time, and if you cannot see anything in it read it a third time. Dig deep. Read it again and again, and even if you have to read it twenty-eight times do so, and you will see the Man Christ Jesus, for He is in every page of the Word. Get the Key to Job. An Englishman asked me some time ago, "Do you know much about Job?" "Well, I know a little," I replied. "If you've got the key of Job, you've got the key to the whole Bible." "What?" I replied, "I thought it was a poetical book." "Well," said he, "I will just divide Job into seven heads. The first is the perfect man—untried; and that is Adam and Eve before they feE. The second head is tried by adversity—Adam after the fall The third is the wisdom of the world—the three friends who came toMOODY'S ANECDOTES Bihlt Study. try to help Job out of his difficulties. They had no power to help him at all" He could stand his scolding wife, but he could aot stand them. The fourth head takes the form of the Media- tor, and in the fifth head God speaks at last He heard him before by the ear, but he hears Him now by the soul, and he fell down flat upon his face. A good many men in Chicago are like Job. They think they are mighty good men, but the moment they hear the voice of God they know they are sinners, they are in the dust There isn't much talk about their goodness then. Here he was with his face down. Job learned his lesson. That was the sixth head, and in these heads were the burdens of Adam's sin. The seventh head was when God showed him His face. Well, I learned the key to the Bible. I cannot tell how this helped me. I told it to another man, and he asked me if I ever thought how he got his property back and his sheep back. He gave Job double what he had and gave him ten children besides, so that he should have ten in heaven besides his ten on earth. One Book at a time. I have found it a good plan to take up one book at a time. It is a good deal better to study one book at a time than to run through the Bible. If we study one book and get its key, it will, perhaps, open up others. Take up the book of Genesis, and you will find eight beginnings; or, in other words, you pick up the key of several books. The gospel was written that man might believe on Jesus Christ, and every chapter speaks of Him. Now, take the book of Genesis; it says it is the book of beginnings. That is the key; then the book of Exodus—it is the book of redemption; that is the key word of the whole. Take up the book of Leviticus, and we find that it is the book of sacrificesr And so on through all the different books; you will find each one with a key. Another thing: We must study it unbiased. A great many people believe certain things. They believe in certain creeds and doctrines, and they run through the book to get Scrip- lore in accordance with them. If a man is a Calviaistk man lieBible Study. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. a wants to find something in accordance with his doctrine. InA if we go to seek truth the Spirit of God will come. Don't seek it in the blue light of Presbyterianism, in 'the red light of Meth- odism, or in the light of Episcopalianism, but study it in the light of Calvary. Note what Jesus Says, Some people say to me, * Moody, you don't believe in the flood. All the scientific men tell us it is absurd " L,gi them tell us. Jesus tells us of it, and I would rather take the word of Jesus than that of any other one. I haven't got rrnich respect for those men who dig down for stones with shovel^ in order to take away the word of God. Men don't believe in the story of Sodom and Gomorrah, but we have it sealed in thu New Testa- ment. "As it was in the days of Sodom and Gomo/rah." They don't believe in Lot's wife, but He says, "Remember Lot's wife." So there is not a thing that men to-day cavil at but the Son of God indorses. They don't believe in the swallowing of Jonah. They say it is impossible that a whale could swallow Jonah—its throat is too small. They forget that the whale was prepared for Jonah; as the colored woman said, "Why, God could prepare & man to swallow a whale, let alone a whale to swallow a man." One Word. I remember T took up the word "love,w and turned to the Scriptures and studied it, and got so that I felt I loved everybody, I got full of it. When I went on the street, I felt as if I loved everybody I saw. It ran out of my fingers. Suppose you take * up the subject of love and study it up. You will get so full of it that all you have got to do is to open your lips and a flood of the love of God flows upon the meeting. If you go into a court you will find a lawyer pleading a case. He gets everything bearing upon one' point, heaped up so as to carry his argument with all the force he can, in order to convince the jury. Now it seems to me a man should do the same in talking to an audience; justMOOD YS ANECDOTES Bible Study. think that he has a jury before him, and he wants to convict a sinner. If it is love, get all you can upon the subject and talk love, love. The "I Ams," "I Wills/' Etc, A favorite way to study the Bible with me, is first to take up one expression, and run through the different places where they are found Take the *1 ams" of John; *1 am the bread of life;" "I am the w^Jer of life;" " I am the way, the truth, and the life;" "I am the resurrection"I am all, and in all." God gives to His children a blank, and on it they can write whatever they most want, and He will fill the bill. And then the promises. A Scotchman found out thirty one thousand distinct promises in the Word of God. There is not a despondent soul but God has a promise just to suit him. GOLD. —The best truths are got by digging deep for them. —When we know our Bible, then it is that God can use vol —When we find a man meditating on the words of God, my friends, that man is full of boldness and is successful —When a man is filled with the Word of God you cannot keep him still. If a man has got the Word, he must speak or die. —Let us have one day exclusively to study and read the Word of God. If we can't take time during the week, we will have Sunday uninterrupted. —Now, as old Dr. Bonner, of Glasgow, said, "The Lord didn't tell Joshua how to use the sword, but He told him how he should meditate on the Lord day and night, and then he would have good success." —One thing I have noticed in studying the Word of God, and that is, when a man is filled with the Spirit he deals largely with the Word of God, whereas the man who is filled with his own ideas refers rarely to the Word of God. He gets along without It, and you seldom see it mentioned in his discourses.Lmwy OF THE UHttWnr Of tUJNQjgThe Dumb Man Possessed. Matthew, ix, 32,AND ILLUSTRATIONS. BLIND. A Mother's Mistake. While I was attending a meeting in a certain city sometime ago a lady came to me and said: aI want you to go home with me; I have something to say to you.w When we reached her home, there were some friends there. After they had retired, she put her arms on the table, and tears began to come into her eyes, but with an effort she repressed her emotion. After a strug- gle she went on to say that she was going to tell me something which she had never told any other living person. I should not tell it now, but she has gone to another world. She said she had a son in Chicago, and she was very anxious about him. When he was young he got interested in religion at the rooms of the Young Men's Christian Association. He used to go out in the street and circulate tracts. He was her only son, and she was very ambitious that he should make a name in the world, and wanted him to get into the very highest circles. Oh, what a mis- take people make about these highest circles. Society is false; it is a sham. She was deceived like a good many more votaries of fashion and hunters after wealth at the present time. She thought it was beneath her son to go down and associate with those young men who hadn't much money. She tried to get him away from them, but they had more influence than she had, and, finally, to break his whole association, she packed him off to a boarding-schooL He w?nt soon to Yale College, and she sup- posed he got into one of those miserable secret societies there that have ruined so many young men, and the next thing she heard was that the boy had gone astray. She began to write letters urging him to come into the King- dom of God, but she heard that he tore the letters up withoutMOODY'S ANECDOT£S reading them. She went to him to try and regain whatever in- fluence she possessed over him, but her efforts were useless, and she came home with a broken heart He left New Haven, and for two years they heard nothing of him. - At last they heard he was i» Chicago, and his father found him and gave him $30,000 to start in business. They thought it would change him, but it didn't They asked me when I went back to Chicago to try and use my influence with him. I got a friend to invite him to 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 con- siderable 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 furthei, youll bt lost You can be saved now if you pull in." "Mind yourBHtuL AND ILLUSTRATIONS. business, and youH have enough to do; Til take care of myself.0 Like a good many men, they are asleep to the danger that's hang- ing over them while they are in the current And I say, drinking young man, don't you think you are standing still You are k 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 nearer he is drawn on to that abyss, until he gives one un- earthly scream, and over he goes. Ah, my friends, this is the case with hundreds in this city. They are in the current of riches of pleasure, of drink, that will take them to the whirlpool. A Blind Man Preaches to 3,000,000 People. I was at a meeting in London, when I was there, and I heard a man speaking with wonderful power and earnestness. "Who is that man?" I asked, my curiosity being excited. "Why, that is Dr.-. He is blind." I felt some interest in this man, and at the close of the meeting, I sought an interview, and he told me that he had been stricken blind when very young. His mother took him to a doctor, and asked him about his sight. "You must give up all hope," the doctor said. "Your boy is blind, and will be forever." "What, do you think my boy will never see?" asked his mother. "Never again." The mother took her boy to her bosom and cried, "Oh, my boy, who will take care of you when I am gone? Who will look to you?"—forgetting the faithfulness of that God she had taught him to love. He became a servant of the Lord and was permitted to print the Bible in twelve different languages, printed in the raised letters, so that ail the blind people could read the Scriptures themselves. He had a congregation,4* MOODY'S ANECDOTES BUndL my friends, of three millions of people, and I think that blind man was one of the happiest beings in all London. He was nat- urally blind, but he had eyes to his soul, and could see a bright eternity in the future. He had built his foundation upon the Hving God. We pity those who have not their natural sight; but how you should pity yourself if you are spiritually blind. Money Blind. I heard of a man who had accumulated great wealth, and death came upon him suddenly, and he realized, as the saying is, that "there was no bank in the shroud," that he couldn't take anything away with him; we may have all the money on earth, but we must leave it behind us. He called a lawyer in and com- menced to will away his property before he went away. His little girl couldn't understand exactly where he was going, and she said, u Father, have you got a home in that land you are going to?" The arrow went down to his souL "Got a home there?* The rich man had hurled away God and neglected to secure a home there for the sake of his money, and he found it was now too late. He was money mad, he was money blind. GOLD. —Now I am no prophet, nor the son of a prophet, but one thing I can predict; that every one of our new converts that goes to studying his Bible, and loves this book above every other book, is sure to hold out. The world will have no charm for him; he will get the world under his feet, because in this book he will find something better than the world can give him. —What can botanists tell you of the lily of the valley? You must study this book for that. What can geologists tell you of the Rock of Ages, or mere astronomers about the Bright Morn- ing Star? In those pages we find all knowledge unto salvation; here we read of the ruin of man by nature, redemption by the blood, and regeneration by the Holy Ghost These three thing* ran all through and through them.IfBRARV Of THE UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOISThe Burial of Jesus. John, xix, 38-42.AND ILLUSTRATIONS. a THE BLOOD. A Mother Dies that her Boy may Live* When the California gold fever broke out, a man went there, leaving his wife in New England with his boy. As soon as he got on and was successful he was to send for them. It was a long time before he succeeded, but at last he got money enough to send for them. The wife's heart leaped for joy. She took her boy to New York, got on board a Pacific steamer, and sailed away to San Francisco. They had not been long at sea before the cry of " Fire! fire!" rang through the ship, and rapidly it gained on diem. There was a powder magazine on board, and the captain knew the moment the fire reached the powder, every man, woman, and child must perish. They got out the life-boats, but they were too small! In a minute they were overcrowded. The last one was just pushing away, when the mother pled with them to take her and her boy. "No," they said, "we have got ac many as we can hold.* She entreated them so earnestly, that at last they said they would take one more. Do you think die leaped into that boat and left her boy to die? No! She seized her boy, gave him one last hug, kissed him, and dropped him over into the boat. "My boy," she said, "if you live to see your father, tell him that I died in your place.n That is a faint type of what Christ has done for us. He laid down his life for us. He died that we might live. Now will you not love Him? What would you say of that young man if he should speak con- temptuously of such a mother! She went down to a watery grave to save her son. Well, shall we speak contemptuously of suck a Saviour? May God make us loyal to Christ! My friends, yoa will need Him one day. You will need Him when you come Id cross the swellings of Jordan. You will need Him when yen44 MOOD TS ANECDOTES The Bind* stand at the bar of God. May God forbid that when death draws nigh it should find you making light of the precious blood of Christl _ # A Man Drinks up a Farm. A few years ago, I was going away to preach one Sunday morning, when a young man drove up in front of us. He had an aged woman with him. "Who is that young man?" I asked. "Do you see that beautiful meadow?" said my friend, "and that land there with the house upon it?" "Yes." "His father drank that all up," said he. Then he went on to tell me all about him. His father was a great drunkard, squandered his property, died, and left his wife in the poor-house. "And that young man," he said, "is one of the finest young men I ever knew. He has toiled hard and earned money, and bought back the land; he has taken his mother out of the poor-house, and now he is taking her to church." I thought, that is an illustration for me. The first Adam in Eden sold us for naught, but the Messiah, the second Adam, came and bought us back again. The first Adam brought us to the poor-house, as it were; the second Adam makes us kings and priests unto God. That is redemption. We get in Christ all that Adam lost, and more. Men look on the blood of Christ with scom and contempt, but the time is coming when the blood of Christ wiH be worth more than all the kingdoms of the world. All Right or all Wrong. I remember when in the old country a young man came to me—a minister—and said he wanted to talk with me. He said to me: "Mr. Moody, you are either all right and I am all wrong, or else I am right, and you are all wrong." "Well, sir," said I* "You have the advantage of me. You have heard me preach, and know what doctrines I hold, whereas I have not heard you, and don't know what you preach." "Well," said he, "the differ- c&ee between your preaching and mine k that you make out that salvation is got by Christ's death, and I make out that it is jiltahied by His life." "Now, what do you do with the passage!The Blood. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 45 bearing upon the death?" and I quoted the parages, -Without the shedding of blood there is no remission,n and "He Himself bore our own sins by His own body on the tree,n and asked him what he did with them, for instance. " Never preach them at all" I quoted a number of passages more, and he gave me the same answer. "Well, what do you preach?" I finally asked. "Moral essays* he replied. Said I, " Did you ever know anybody to be saved by that kind of thing did you ever convert anybody by them?* "I never aimed at that kind of conversion; I meant to get men to heaven by culture—by refinement." "Well," said I, "if I didn't preach those texts, and only preached culture, the whole thing would be a sham." "And it is a sham to me," was his reply. I tell you the moment a man breaks away from this doctrine of blood, religion becomes a sham, because the whole teaching of this book is of one story, and this is, that Christ came into the world and died for our sins. The Fettered Bird Freed. A friend in Ireland once met a little Irish boy who had caught a sparrow. The poor little bird was trembling in his hand, and seemed very anxious to escape. The gentleman begged the boy to let it go, as the bird could not do him any good; but the boy said he would not, for he had chased it three hours before he could catch it He tried to reason it out with the boy, but in vain. At last he offered to buy the bird; the boy agreed to the price, and it was paid. Then the gentleman took the poor little thing and held it out on his hand. The boy had been holding it very fast, for the boy was stronger than the bird, just as Satan is stronger than we, and there it sat for a time, scarcely able to realize the fact that it had got liberty; but in a little while it flew away, chirping, as if to say to the gentleman, "Thank you! thank you! you have redeemed me." That is what redemption is—buying back and setting free. So Christ came back to break the fetters of sin, to open the prison doors and set the sinner free. This is the good news, the gospel of Christ—"Ye are not redeemed with corruptible tilings, as silver and gold, but with the precious blood of Christ"MOOD rs ANECDOTES The Shod. GOLD. —The most solemn truth in the gospel is that the only thing Christ left down here is His blood. —A man who covers up the cross, though he may be an intel- lectual man, and draw large crowds, will have no life there, and his church will be but a gilded sepulcher. —There is either of two things we must do. One is to send back the message to heaven that we don't want the blood of Christ to cleanse us of our sin, or else accept it —Into every house where the blood was not sprinkled, the destroying angel came. But wherever the blood was on door- post and lintel, whether they had worked much, or whether they had worked none, God passed them over. —A man who has not realized what the blood has done for him has not the token of salvation. It is told of Julian, the apostate, that while he was fighting he received an arrow in his side. He pulled it out, and, taking a handful of blood threw it into the air and cried, "Galilean, Galilean, thou hast conquered." —Look at that Roman soldier as he pushed his spear into the very heart of the God-man. What a hellish deed! But what was the next thing that took place? Blood covered the spear I Oh! thank God, the blood covers sin. There was the blood cov- ering that spear—the very point of it The very crowning act of sin brought out the crowning act of love; the crowning act of wickedness was the crowning act of grace. —It is said that old Dr. Alexander, of Princeton College, when a young student used to start out to preach, always gave them a piece of advice. The old man would stand with his gray locks and his venerable face and say: "Young man, make much of die blood in your ministry.n Now, I have traveled considerable during the past few years, and never met a minister who made much of the blood and much of the atonement bat God had blessed his ministry, and souls were born into the light by itIIBRARY1 OF THE UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOISm- Jesus Blessing Children. Mark, x, 13-16.AND ILLUSTRATIONS. CHILD STORIES. " Little Moody." I remember when I was a boy I went several miles from home with an older brother. That seemed to me the longest visit of my life. It seemed that I was then further away from home than I had ever been before, or have ever been since. While we were walking down the street we saw an old man com- ing toward us, and my brother said, "There is a man that will give you a cent He gives every new boy that comes into this town a centn That was my first visit to the town, and when the cM man got opposite to us he looked around, and my brother not wishing me to lose the cent, and to remind the old man that I had not received it, told him that I was a new boy in the town. The old man, taking off my hat, placed his trembling hand on my head, and told me I had a Father in heaven. It was a kind, simple act, but I feel the pressure of the old man's hand upon my head to-day. You don't know how much you may do by just speaking kindly. "Won by a Smile." In London, in 1872, one Sunday morning a minister said to me, "I want you to notice that family there in one of the front seats, and when we go home I want to tell you their story." When we got home I asked him fat the story, and he said, "All that family were won by a smile." "Why," said I, "how's that?" "Well," said he, u as I was walking down a street one day I saw a child at a window; it smiled, and I smiled, and we bowed. So it was the second time; I bowed, she bowed. It was not long before there was another child, and I had got in a habit of look-MOOD rs ANECDOTES Child SUri** tag and bowing, and pretty soon the group grew, and at last, as I went by, a lady was with them. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to bow to her, but I knew the children expected it, and so I bowed to them alL And the mother saw I was a minis- ter, because I carried a Bible every Sunday morning. So the children followed me the next Sunday and found I was a minister. And they thought I was the greatest preacher, and their parents must hear me. A minister who is kind to a child and gives him a pat on the head, why the children will think he is the greatest preacher in the world. Kindness goes a great way. And to make a long story short, the father and mother and five children were converted, and they are going to join our church next Sunday." Won to Christ by a smile! We must get the wrink'es out of our brows, and we must have smiling faces. A Little Boy's Experience. One day as a young lady was walking up the street, she saw a little boy running out of a shoemaker's shop, and behind him was the old shoemaker chasing him with a wooden last in his hand. He had not run far until the last was thrown at him, and he was struck in the back. The boy stopped and began to Ty. The Spirit of the Lord touched that young lady's heart, and she went to where he was. She stepped up to him, and asked him if he was hurt. He told her it was none of her business. She went to work then to win that boy's confidence. She asked him if he went to school. He said, "No." "Well, why don't you go to school?" "Don't want to." She asked him if he would not like to go to Sunday schooL "If you will come," she said, "I will tell you beautiful stories and read nice books." She coaxed and pleaded with him, and at last said that if he would consent to go, she would meet him on the corner of a street which they should agree upon. He at last consented, and the next Sunday, true to his promise, he waited for her at the place designated. She took him by the hand and led him into the Sabbath-schooL "CanChildStori*. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 49 you give me a place to teach this little boy?" she asked of the superintendent He looked at the boy, but they didn't have any such look- ing little ones in the school. A place was found, however, and she sat down in the corner and tried to win that soul for Christ Many would look upon that with contempt, but she had got something to do for the Master. The little boy had never heard anybody sing so sweetly before. When he went home he was asked where he had been. "Been among the angels," he told his mother. He said he had been to the Protestant Sabbath-school, but his father and mother told him he must not go there any more or he would get a flogging. The next Sunday he went, and when he came home he got the promised flogging. He went the sec- ond time and got a flogging, and also a third time with the same result At last he said to his father, " I wish you would flog me before I go, and then I won't have to think of it when I am there." The father said, "If you go to that Sabbath-school again I will kill you." It was the father's custom to send his son out on the street to sell articles to the passers-by, and he told the boy that he might have the profits of what he sold on Saturday. The little fellow hastened to the young lady's house and said to her, "Father said that he would give me every Saturday to myself, and if you will just teach me, then I will come to your house every Saturday afternoon.* I wonder how many young ladies there are that would give up their Saturday afternoons just to lead one boy into the kingdom of God. Every Saturday afternoon that little boy was there at her house, and she tried to tell him the way to Christ She labored with him, and at last the light of God's spirit broke upon his heart One day while he was selling his wares at the railroad station, a train of cars approached unnoticed and passed over both his legs. A physician was summoned, and the first thing after he arrived, the little sufferer looked up into his face and said, "Doc- tar, will I live to get home?" "No," said the doctor, "you are dying." "Will you tell my mother and father that I died a Chris- tian?" They bore home the boy's corpse and with it the last 4MOOD VS ANECDOTES Child Stories. message that he died a Christian. Oh, what a noble work was that young lady's in saving that little wanderer! How precious die remembrance to her! When she goes to heaven she will not be a stranger there. He will take her by the hand and lead hex to the throne of Christ She did the work cheerfully. Oh, may God teach us what our work is that we may do it for His glory. Love. In our city a few years ago there was a little boy who went to one of the mission Sunday-schools. His father moved to an- other part of the city about five miles away, and every Sunday that boy came past thirty or forty Sunday-schools to the one he attended. And one Sunday a lady who was out collecting schol- ars for a Sunday-school met him and asked why he went so far, past so many schools. "There are plenty of others," said she, "just as good/ He said, "They may be as good, but they are not so good for me.n "Why not?" she asked. "Because they love a fellow over there," he answered. Ah! love won him. * Because they love a fellow over there!w How easy it is to reach people through love! Sunday-school teachers should win the affections of their scholars if they wish to lead them to Christ A. Little Boy Converts his Mother, I remember when on the North Side I tried to reach a fam- ily time and again and failed. One night in the meeting, I noticed one of the little boys of that family. He hadn't come for any good, however; he was sticking pins in the backs of the other boys. I thought if I could get hold of him it would do good. I used always to go to the door and shake hands with the boys, and when I got to the door and saw this little boy coming out, I shook hands with him, and patted him on the head, and said I was glad to see him, and hoped he would come again. He hung his head and went away. The next night, however, he came back, and he behaved better than he did the previous night H*Child Stories. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 'Ji came two or three times after, and then asked u* to pray for him that he might become a Christian. That was a happy night for me. He became a Christian and a good one. One night I saw him weeping. I wondered if his old temper had got hold of him again, and when he got up I wondered what he was going to say. "I wish you would pray for my mother," he said. When the meeting was over I went to him and aslqed, "Have you ever spoken to your mother or tried to pray with her?" "Well, you know, Mr. Moody," he replied, "I never had an opportunity; she don't believe, and won't hear me." "Now," I said, "I want you to talk to your mother to-night" For years I had been trying to reach her and couldn't do it So I urged him to talk to her that night, and I said "I will pray for you both." When he got to the sitting-room he found some people there, and he sat waiting for an opportunity, when his mother said it was time for him to go to bed. He went to the door undecided. He took a step, stopped, and turned around, and hesitated for a minute, then ran to his mother and threw his arms around her neck, and buried his face in her bosom. "What is the matter?" she asked—she thought he was sick. Between his sobs he told his mother how for five weeks he had wanted to be a Christian; how he had stopped swearing; how he was trying to be obedient to her, and how happy he would be if she would be a Christian, and then went off to bed. She sat for a few min- utes, but couldn't stand it, and went up to his room. When she got to the door she heard him weeping and praying, "Oh, God, convert my dear mother." She came down again, but couldn't sleep that night Next day she told the boy to go and ask Mr. Moody to come over and see her. He called at my place of business—I was in business then—and I went over as quick as I could. I found her sitting in a rocking-chair weeping. "Mr. Moody," she said, "I want to become a Christian." "What has brought that change over you, I thought you didn't believe in it?" Then she told me how her boy had come to her, and how she hadn't slept any all night, and how her sin rose up before her like a dark mountain, The next Sunday that boy came and led that a OF ILL L!&f* MOOD rs ANECDOTES Child StorUs. mother into the Sabbath-school, and she became a Christian worker. Oh, little children, if you find Christ tell it to your fathers and mothers. Throw your arms around their necks and lead them to Jesus. A Father's Mistake. There is a little story that has gone the round of the Amer- ican press that made a great impression upon me as a father. A father took his little child out into the field one Sabbath, and, it being a hot day, he lay down under a beautiful shady tree. The Httle child ran about gathering wild flowers and little blades of grass, and coming to its father and saying, "Pretty! pretty!" At last the father fell asleep, and while he was sleeping the little child wandered away. When he awoke, his first thought was, "Where is my child ?" He looked all around, but he could not see him. Me shouted at the top of his voice, but all he heard was the echo ©f his own voice. Running to a little hill, he looked around and shouted again. No response! Then going to a precipice at some distance, he looked down, and there, upon the rocks and briars, he saw the mangled form of his loved child. He rushed t© the spot, took up the lifeless corpse, and hugged it to his bosom, and accused himself of being the murderer of his child. While he was sleeping his child had wandered over the precipice. I thought as I heard that, what a picture of the church of God! How many fathers and mothers, how many Christian men, are sleeping how while their children wander over the terrible precipice right into the bottomless pit Father, where is your boy to-night? A Boy's Mistake—A Sad Reconciliation. There was an Englishman who had an only son; and only sons are often petted, and humored, and ruined. This boy be- came very headstrong, and very often he and his father had trouble. One day they had a quarrel, and the father was very y, and so was the son; and the father said he wished the boyChild Stories. AND ILL USTRA TIONS. II would leave home and never come back. The boy said he woukJ go, and would not come into his father's house again till he sent for him. The father said he would never send for him. Well, away went the boy. But when a father gives up a boy, a mother does not You mothers will understand that, but the fathers may not You know there is no love on earth so strong as a mother's love. A great many things may separate a man and his wife; a great many things may separate a father from his son; but there is nothing in the wide world that can ever separate a true mother from her child. To be sure, there are some mothers that have drank so much liquor that they have drunk up all their affection. But I am talking about a true mother; and she would never cast off her boy. Well, the mother began to write and plead with the boy to write to his father first, and he would forgive him; but the boy said, " I will never go home till father asks me.n Then she pled with the father, but the father said, "No, I will never ask him." At last the mother came down to her sick-bed, broken-hearted, and when she was given up by the physicians to die, the husband, anxious to gratify her last wish, wanted to know if there was noth- ing he could do for her before she died The mother gave him a look; he well knew what it meant Then she said, "Yes, there is one thing you can do. You can send for my boy. That is the only wish on earth you can gratify. If you do not pity him and love him when I am dead and gone, who will?" "Well," said the father, " I will send word to him that you want to see him. * "No," she says, "you know he will not come for me. If ever I see him you must send for him.n At last the father went to his office and wrote a dispatch in his own name, asking the boy to come home. As soon as he got the invitation from his father he started off to see his dying mother. When he opened the door to go in he found his mother dying, and his father by the bedside. The father heard the door open, and saw the boy, but instead of going to meet him, he went to another part of the room, and refused to speak to him. His mother seized his hand—how she had longed to press it! Sht54 MOOD ITS ANECDOTES ChUd Stories. kissed him, and then said, "Now, my son, just speak to your father. You speak first, and it will all be over." But the boy said, "No, mother, I will not speak to him until he speaks to me." She took her husband's hand in one hand and the boy's in the other, and spent her dying moments in trying to bring About a reconciliation. Then just as she was expiring—she could not speak—so she put the hand of the wayward boy into the hand of the father, and passed away I The boy looked at the mother, and the father at the wife, and at last the father's heart broke, and he opened his arms, and took that boy to his bosom, and by that body they were reconciled. Sinner, that is only a faint type, a poor illustration, because God is not angry with you. I bring you to-night to the dead body of Christ I ask you to look at the wounds in his hands and feet, and the wound in his side. And I ask you, "Will you not be reconciled?" Moody and his Little Willie. I said to my little family, one morning, a few weeks before the Chicago fire, "I am coming home this afternoon to give you a ride.* My little boy clapped his hands. "Oh, papa, will you take me to see the bears in Lincoln Park?" "Yes." You know boys are very fond of seeing bears. I had not been gone long when my little boy said, "Mamma, I wish you would get me ready.* "Oh," she said, "it will be a long time before papa comes.* "But I want to get ready, mamma." At last he was ready to have the ride, face washed, and clothes all nice and clean. "Now, you must take good care and not get yourself dirty again," said mamma. Oh, of course he was going to take care; he wasn't going to get dirty. So off he ran to watch for me. However, it was a long time yet until the afternoon, and after a little he began to play. When I got home, I found him outside, with his face all covered with dirt "I can't take you to &e Park that way, Willie." "Why, papa? you said you would lake me." "Ah, but I can't; you're all over mud. I couldn't be mi with such a dirty little boy." "Why, Tse clean, papa; ■mm—it washed me.* "Well, you've got dirty since." But 1mChild Stories. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 55 began to cry, and I could not convince him that he was dirty. " I'se clean; mamma washed me P he cried. Do you think I ar- gued with him? No. I just took him up in my arms, and car- ried him into the house, and showed him his face in the looking- glass. He had not a word to say. He could not take my word for it; but one look at the glass was enough; he saw it for him self. He didn't say he wasn't dirty after that! Now the looking-glass showed him that his face was dirty— but I did not take the looking-glass to wash it; of course not. Yet that is just what thousands of people da The law is the look- ing-glass to see ourselves in, to show us how vile and worthless we are in the sight of God; but they take the law and try to wash themselves with it Jesus " Wants them All to Come." I heard of a Sunday-school concert at which a little child of eight was going to recite. Her mother had taught her, and when the night came the little thing was trembling so she could scarcely speak. She commenced, uJesus said," and completely broke down. Again she tried it: "Jesus said suffer," but she stopped once more. A third attempt was made by her, "Suffer little children—and don't anybody stop them, for He wants them all to come," and that is the truth. There is not a child who has a parent in the Tabernacle but He wants, and if you but bring them in the arms of your faith and ask the Son of God to blesi them and train them in the knowledge of1 God, and teach them as you walk your way, as you lie down at night, as you rise up in the morning, they will be blessed. Never to See its Mother. I was in an infirmary not long since, and a mother brought a little child in. She said, u Doctor, my little child's eyes have not been opened for several days, and I would just like you to do something for them." The doctor got some ointment and put it first on one and then on the other, and just pulled them open•Your child is blind," said the doctor, •perfectly blind; it will tiever see again." At first the mother couldn't take it in, but after a little she cast an appealing look upon that physician, and in a voice full of emotion, said, " Doctor, you don't mean to say that my child will never see again?" "Yes," replied the doctor, "your child has lost its sight, and will never see again." And that mother just gave a scream, and drew that child to her bosom. "O my darling child," sobbed the woman, "are you never to see the mother that gave you birth? never to see the world again?* I could not keep back the tears when I saw the terrible agony of that woman when she realized the misfortune that had come upon her child. That was a terrible calamity, to grope in total dark- ness through this world; never to look upon the bright sky, the green fields; never to see the faces of loved ones; but what was it in comparison to the loss of a soul? I would rather have my eyes plucked out of my head and go down to my grave in total blindness than lose my soul A Little Child Converts an Infidel. I remember hearing of a Sabbath-school teacher who had led every one of her children to Christ. She was a faithful teacher. Then she tried to get her children to go out and bring other children into the school. One day one of them came and said she had been trying to get the children of a family to come to the school, but the father was an infidel, and he wouldn't allow it "What is an infidel?" asked the child She had never heard of an infidel before. The teacher went on to tell her what an infidel man was, and she was perfectly shocked. A few morn- ings after the girl happened to be going past the postoffice on he^ way to school, and she saw the infidel father coming out. She went up to him and said, "Why don't you love Jesus?" If it had been a man who had said that to him probably he would have knocked him down. He looked at her and walked on. A sec- ond time she put the question, "Why don't you love Jesus?" He put out his hand to put her gently away from him, when, onChildStoriu. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. SI looking down, he saw her tears. "Please, sir, tell me why you don't love JeSUs?" He pushed her aside and away he went When he got to his office he couldn't get this question out of his mind. All the letters seemed to read, "Why don't you love Jesus?" All men in his place of business seemed to say, "Why don't you love Jesus ?" When he tried to write his pen seemed to shape the words, "Why don't you love Jesus?" He couldn't rest, and on the street he went to mingle with the business men, but he seemed to hear a voice continually asking him, "Why don't you love Jesus?" He thought when night came and he got home with his family, he would forget it; but he couldn't He complained that he wasn't well, and went to bed. But when he laid his head on the pillow that voice kept whispering, 44 Why don't you love Jesus?" He couldn't sleep. By and by, about midnight, he got up and said, aI will get a Bible and find where Christ contradicts himself, and then 111 have a reason," and he turned to the book of John. My friends, if you want a reason for not loving Christ, don't turn to John. He knew Him too long I don't believe a man can read the gospel of John without being turned to Christ. Well, he read through, and found no reason why he shouldn't love Him, but he found many reasons why he should. He read this book, and before morning he was on his knees, and that question put by that little child led to his con- version. _ The Dying Child. A lady had a little child that was dying. She thought it was resting sweetly in the arms of Jesus. She went into the room and the child asked her: "What are those clouds and mountains that I see so dark?" "Why, Eddy," said his mother, "there are no clouds or mountains, you must be mistaken." "Why, yes, I see great mountains and dark clouds, and I want you to take me In your arms and carry me over the mountains." Ah," said the mother, "you must pray to Jesus, He will carry you safely," and, my friends, the sainted mother, the praying wife, may come t© your bedside and wipe the damp sweat from your brow, but theysi MOOD Y*S ANECDOTES Child SbrUs. cannot carry you over the Jordan when the hour comes. This mother said to her little boy, "I am afraid that it is unbelief that is coming upon you, my child, and you must pray that the Lord will be with you in your dying moments." And the two prayed, but the boy turned to her and said: " Don't you hear the angels, mother, over the mountains, and calling for me, and I cannot go?" "My dear boy, pray to Jesus, and He will come; He only can take you." And the boy closed his eyes and praydd, and when he opened them a heavenly smile overspread his face as he said, "Jesus has come to carry me over the mountains." Dear sinner, Jesus is ready and willing to carry you ovei the mountains of sin, and over your mountains of unbelief. Give yourself to Him. The Finest Looking Little Boy Mr, Moody ever Saw. A few years ago I was in a town down in our state, the guest of a family that had a little boy about thirteen years, who did not bear the family name, yet was treated like the rest. Every night ivhen he retired, the lady of the house kissed him and treated him in every respect like all the other children. I said to the lady of the house, "I don't understand it." I think he was the finest looking boy I have ever seen. I said to her, " I don't un- derstand it." She says, "I want to tell you about that boy. That boy is the son of a missionary. His father and mother were missionaries in India, but they found they had got to bring their children back to this country to educate them. So they gave up their mission field and came back to educate their children and to find some missionary work to do in this country. But they were not prospered here as they had been in India, and the father said, "I will go back to India;" and the mother said, "If God has called you to go I am sure it will be my duty to go and my privilege to go, and I will go with you." The father said, "you have never been separated from the children, and it will be hard for you to be separated from them; perhaps you had better stay and take care of them."Child Stories. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. » But after prayer they decided to leave their children to be educated, and they left for India. This lady heard of it and sent a letter to the parents, in which she stated if they left one child at her house she would treat it like one of her own children. She said the mother came and spent a few days at her house, and being satisfied that her boy would receive proper care, consented to leave him, and the night before she was to leave him, the mis- sionary said to the Western lady: *1 want to leave my boy to- morrow morning without a tear;" said she, "I may never see him again." But she didn't want him to think she was weeping for anything she was doing for the Master. The lady said to her- self, "She won't leave that boy without a tear." But the next day when the carriage drove up to the door, the lady went up stairs and she heard the mother in prayer, crying, "O God, give me strength for this hour. Help me to go away from my boy without a tear.w When she came down there was a smile upon her face. She hugged him and she kissed him, but she smiled as she did it She gave up all her five or six children without shed- ding a tear, went back to India and in about a year there came a voice, "Come up hither." Do you think she would be a stranger In the Lord's world? Don't you think she will be known there as a mother that loved her child? " Emma, this is Papa's Friend." A gentleman one day came to my office for the purpose of getting me interested in a young man who had just got out of the penitentiary. " He says," said the gentleman, " he don't want to go to the office, but I want your permission to bring him in and introduce him." I said, "Bring him in." The gentleman brought him in and introduced him, and I took him by the hand and told him I was glad to see him. I invited him up to my house, and when I took him into my family I introduced him as a friend. When my little daughter came into the room, I said, "Emma, this is papa's friend." And she went up and kissed him, and the man sobbed aloud. After the child left the room, I said. "What6o MOOD YS ANECDOTES Child Stories. is the matter?" *0 sir," he said, *1 have not had a kiss for years. The last kiss I had was from my mother, and she was dying. I thought I would never have another one again." His heart was broken. Moody's Little Emma. I remember one time my little girl was teasing her mother to get her a muff, and so one day her mother brought a muff home, and, although it was storming, she very naturally wanted to go out in order to try her new muff. So she tried to get me to go out with her. I went out with her, and I said, " Emma, better let me take your hand." She wanted to keep her hands in her muff, and so she refused to take my hand. Well, by and by she came to an icy place, her little feet slipped, and down she went When I helped her up she said, "Papa, you may give me your little finger." "No, my daughter, just take my hand." "No, no, papa, give me your little finger.* Well, I gave my finger to her, and for a little way she got along nicely, but pretty soon we came to another icy place, and again she felL This time she hurt herself a little, and she said, "Papa, give me your hand," and I gave her my hand, and closed my fingers about her wrist, and held her up so that she could not falL Just so God is our keeper. He is wiser than we. Little Jimmy. A friend of mine in Chicago took his Sabbath-school out on the cars once. A little boy was allowed to sit on the platform of the car, when by some mischance he fell, and the whole train passed over him. They had to go on a half a mile before they could stop. They went back to him and found that the poor little fellow had been cut and mangled all to pieces. Two of the teachers went back with the remains to Chicago. Then came the terrible task of telling the parents about it When they got to the house they dared not go in. They were waiting there for five minutes before any one had the courage to tell the story. BatChild Stories. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. at last they ventured in. They found the family at dinner. The father was called out—they thought they would tell the father first He came out with the napkin in his hand. My friend said to him: "I have got very bad news to tell you. Your little Jimmy has got run over by the cars." The poor man turned deathly pale and rushed into the room crying out, "Dead, dead. * The mother sprang to her feet and came out of the sitting-room where the teachers were. When she heard the sad story she fainted dead away at their feet "Moody," said my friend, "I wouldn't be the messenger of such tidings again if you would give me the whole of Chicago. I never suffered so much." I have got a son dearer to me than my life, and yet I would rather have a train a mile long run over him than that he should die without God and without hope. What is the loss of a child to the loss of a soul? Stubborn Little Sammy. At one time my sister had trouble with her little boy, and the father said, "Why, Sammy, you must go now and ask your mother's forgiveness." The little fellow said he wouldn't The father says, "You must. If you don't go and ask your mother's forgiveness I shall have to undress you and put you to bed." He was a bright, nervous little fellow, never still a moment, and the father thought he would have such a dread of being undressed and put to bed. But the little fellow wouldn't, so they undressed him and put him to bed. The father went to his business, and when he came home at noon he said to his wife: "Has Sammy asked your forgiveness?" "No," she said, ahe hasn't" So the father went to him and said, "Why, Sammy, why don't you ask your mother's forgiveness?" The little fellow shook his head, "Won't do it" "But, Sammy, you have got to." "Couldn't" ^he father went down to his office, and stayed all the afternoon, and when he came home he asked his wife, "Has Sammy asked your forgiveness?" "No, I took something up to him and tried to have him eat, but he wouldn't" So the father went up to set him, and said, "Now, Sammy, just ask your mother's forgiveness!69 MOOD rs ANECDOTES Child Stories. and you may be dressed and come down to supper with us." "Couldn't do it " The father coaxed, but the little fellow * couldn't do it" That was all they could get out of him. You know very well he could, but he didn't want to. Now, the hardest thing a man has to do is to become a Christian, and it is the easiest. That may seem a contradiction, but it isn't The hard point is be- cause he don't want to. The hardest thing for a man to do is to give up his wilL That night they retired, and they thought surely early in the morning, he will be ready to ask his mother's forgiveness. The father went to him—that was Friday morning—to see if he was ready to ask his mother's forgiveness, but he "couldn't" The father and mother felt so bad about it they couldn't eat; they thought it was to darken their whole life. Perhaps that boy thought that father and mother didn't love him. Just what many sinners think because God won't let them have their own way. The father went to his business, and when he came home he said to his wife, "Has Sammy asked your forgiveness?" "No." So he went to the little fellow and said, "Now, Sammy, are you not going to ask your mother's forgiveness?" "Can't," and that was all they could get out of him. The father couldn't eat any dinner; it was like death in the house. It seemed as if the boy was going to conquer his father and mother. Instead of his little will being broken, it looked very much as if he was going to break theirs. Late Friday afternoon, "Mother, mother, forgive," says Sammy —"me." And the little fellow said "me," and he sprang to his feet and said: "I have said it, I have said it Now dress me, and take me down to see father. He will be so glad to know I have said it" And she took him down, and when the little fel- low came in he said, "I've said' it, I've said it" Oh, my friends, it is so easy to say, "I will arise and go to my God." It is the most reasonable thing you can do. Isn't an unreasonable thing to hold out? Come right to God just this very hour. " Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved."Ukild SUrks. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. Spurgeon and the Little Orphan. While we were in London, Mr. Spurgeon one day took Mr. Sankey and myself to his orphan asylum, and he was telling about them—that some of them had aunts and some cousins, and that every boy had some friend that took an interest in him, and came to see him and gave him a little pocket money, and one day he said while he stood there, a little boy came up to him and said, "Mr. Spurgeon, let me speak to you," and the boy sat down between Mr. Spurgeon and the elder, who was with the clergy- man, and said, aMr. Spurgeon, suppose your father and mother were dead, and you didn't have any cousins, or aunts, or uncles, or friends to come and give you pocket money, and give you piesents, don't you think you would feel bad—because that's me?" Said Mr. Spurgeon, "the minute he asked that, I put my right hand down into my pocket and took out the money." Be- cause that's me! And so with the Gospel; we must say to those who have sinned, the Gospel is offered to them. A Child Looking for its Lost Mother. A little child, whose mother was dying, was taken away to live with some friends because it was thought she did not under- stand what death is. All the while the child wanted to go home and see her mother. At last, when the funeral was over, and she was taken home, she ran all over the house, searching the sitting- room, the parlor, the library, and the bedrooms. She went from one end of the house to the other, and when she could not find her mother, she wished to be taken back to where they brought her from. Home had lost its attractions for the child when her mother was not there. My friends, the great attraction in heaven will not be its pearly gates, its golden streets, nor its choir of angels, but it will be Christ Heaven would be no heaven if Christ were not there. But we know that He is at the right hand of die Father, and these eyes shall gaze on Him by-and-by; and wt shall be satisfied when we awake with his likeaeat. MOODY'S ANECDOTES CHRIST SAVES. Moody in Prison. I have good news to tell you—Christ is come after you. I was at the Fulton-street prayer-meeting, a good many years ago, one Saturday night, and when the meeting was over, a man came to me and said, "I would like to have you go down to the city prison to-morrow, and preach to the prisoners. I said I would be very glad to go. There was no chapel in connection with that prison, and I was to preach to them in their cells. I had to stand at a little iron railing~and talk down a great, long narrow passage- way, to some three or four hundred of them, I suppose, all out of sight It was pretty difficult work; I never preached to the bare walls before. When it was over I thought I would like to see to whom I had been preaching, and how they had received the gos- pel. I went to the first door, where the inmates could have heard me best, and looked in at a little window, and there were some men playing cards. I suppose they had been playing all the while. "How is it with you here?" I said. "Well, stranger, we don't want you to get a bad idea of us. False witnesses swore a lie, and that is how we are here." "Oh," I said, * Christ cannot save anybody here; there is nobody lost" I went to the next celL "Well, friend, how is it with you?" "Oh," said the prison- er, "the man that did the deed looked very much like me, so they caught me and I am here." He was innocent, too! I passed along to the next cell. "How is it with you?" "Well, we got into bad company, and the man that did it got clear, and we got taken up, but we never did anything." I went along to the next celL "How is it with you?" "Our trial comes on next week, but they have nothing against us, and well get free. * I west round to nearly every cell, but the answer was always theThe Nativity. Luke, ii, 7-20,ue»"^ OF W£ t3NWtRS\TY OF 1UNOSChrist Saves* AND ILLUSTRATIONS. f same—they had never done anything. Why, I never saw so many innocent men together in my life. There was nobody to blame but the magistrates, according to their way of it These men were wrapping their filthy rags of self-righteousness about them. And that has been the story for six thousand years. I got dis- couraged as I went through the prison, on, and on, and on, cell after cell, and every man had an excuse. If he hadn't one, the devil helped him to make one. I had got almost through the prison, when I came to a cell and found a man with his elbows on his knees, and his head in his hands. Two little streams of tears were running down his cheeks; they did not come by drops that time. What's the trouble?" I'said. He looked up, the picture of remorse and despair. "Oh, my sins are more than I can bear." "Thank God for that," I replied "What," said he, "you are the man that has been preaching to us, ain't you?" "Yes." "] think you said you were a friend?" "I am." "And yet you arc glad that my sins are more than I can bear!" " I will explain," I said; "if your sins are more than you can bear, won't you cast them on One who will bear them for you?" "Who's that?" "The Lord Jesus." "He won't bear my sins." "Why not?" "I have sinned against Him all my life." "I don't care if you have; the blood of Jesus Christ, God's Son, cleanses from all sin." Then I told him how Christ had come to seek and save that which was lost; to open the prison doors and set the captives free. It was like a cup of refreshment to find a man who believed he was lost, so I stood there, and held up a crucified Saviour to him. "Christ was delivered for our offenses, died for our sins, rose again for oui justification." For a long time the man could not believe thai such a miserable wretch could be saved. He went on to enu- merate his sins, and I told him that the blood of Christ could cover them all After I had talked with him I said, "Now let us pray." He got down on his knees inside the cell, and I got down outside, and I said, " You pray." " Why," he said, " it would be blasphemy for me to call on God." " You call on God," I said. He knelt down, and, like the poor publican, he lilted up his votet 5MOOD ITS ANECDOTES Christ Save*. and said, "God be merciful to me, a vile wretchP I put my hand through the window, and as I shook hands with him a tear fell on my hand that burned down into my souL It was a tear ©f repentance. He believed he was lost Then I tried to get him to believe that Christ had come to save him. I left him still in darkness. " I will be at the hotel," I said, " between nine and ten o'clock, and I will pray for you." Next morning, I felt so much interested, that I thought I must see him before I went back to Chicago. No sooner had my eye lighted on his face, than I saw that remorse and despair had fled away, and his coun- tenance was beaming with celestial light; the tears of joy had come into his eyes, and the tears of despair were gone. Hie sun of Righteousness had broken out across his path; his soul was leaping within him for joy; he had received Christ as Zaccheus did—joyfully. "Tell me about it,* I said. "Well, I do not know what time it was; I think it was about midnight I had been in distress a long time, when all at once my great bur- den fell off, and now, I believe I am the happiest man in New York." I think he was the happiest man I saw from the time I left Chicago till I got back again. His face was lighted up with the light that comes from the celestial hills. I bade him good- by, and I expect to meet him in another world. Can you tell me why the Son of God came down to that prison that night, and, passing cell after cell, went to that one, and set the captive free? It was because the man believed he was lost __ A Father's Love for his Boy. A number of years ago, before any railway came into Chi- cago, they used to bring in the grain from the Western prairies in wagons for hundreds of miles, so as to have it shipped off by the the lakes. There was a father who had a large farm out there, and who used to preach the gospel as well as to attend to his (arm. One day, when church business engaged him, he sent his •en to Chicago with grain. He waited and waited for his boy to return, but lie did not come home. At last he could wait nok»~Christ Saves. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. ger, so he saddled his horse and rode to the place where his son had sold the grain. He found that he had been there and got the money for his grain; then he began to fear that his boy had been murdered and robbed. At last, with the aid of a detective, they tracked him to a gambling den, where they found that he had gambled away the whole of his money. In hopes of winning it back again, he then had sold his team, and lost that money too. He had fallen among thieves, and like the man who was going to Jericho, they stripped him, and then they cared no more about him. What could he do? He was ashamed to go home to mee>> his father, and he fled. The father knew what it all meant He knew the boy thought he would be very angry with him. He was grieved to think that his boy should have such feelings toward him. That is just exactly like the sinner. He thinks be- cause he has sinned, God will have nothing to do with him. But what did that father do? Did he say, "Let the boy go"? No; he went after him. He arranged his business, and started after the boy. That man went from town to town, from city to city. He would get the ministers to let him preach, and at the close he would tell his story. "I have got a boy who is a wanderer on the face of the earth somewhere." He would describe his boy, and say, u If you ever hear of him or see him, will you not write to me?" At last he found that he had gone to California, thou- sands of miles away. Did that father say, uLet him go"? No; off he went to the Pacific coast, seeking the boy. He went to San Francisco, and advertised in the newspapers that he would, preach at such a church on such a day. When he had preached he told his story, in hopes that the boy might have seen the advertise- ment and come to the church. When he had done, away under the gallery, there was a young man who waited until the audience had gone out; then he came toward the pulpit The father looked and saw it was that boy, and he ran to him, and pressed him to his bosom. The boy wanted to confess what he had done, but not a word would the father hear. He forgave him freely, And took him to his home once'more. I tell you Christ will welcome you this minute if yon willMOOD ITS ANECDOTES Christ Saves. come. Say, *1 will arise and go to my Father." May God in- cline you to take this step. There is not one whom Jesus has not sought far longer than that father. There has not been a day since you left Him but He has followed you. Lady Ann Erskine and Rowland Hill. There is a very good story told of Rowland Hill and Lady Ann Erskine. You have seen it, perhaps, in print, but I would like to tell it to you. While he was preaching in a park in Lon- don to a large assemblage, she was passing in her carriage. She said to her footman when she saw Rowland Hill in the midst of the people, 44Why, who is that man?" " That is Rowland Hill, my lady." She had heard a good deal about the man, and she thought she would like to see him, so she directed her coachman to drive her near the platform. When the carriage came near he saw the insignia of nobility, and he asked who that noble lady was. Upon being told, he said, " Stop, my friends, I have got something to sell." The idea of a preacher becoming suddenly an auctioneer made the people wonder, and in the midst of a dead silence he said: aI have more than a title to sell—I have more than a crown of Europe to sell; it is the soul of Lady Ann Erskine. Is there any one here who bids for it? Yes, I hear a bid. Satan, Satan, what will you give? 41 will give pleasure, honor, riches—yea, I will give the whole world for her souL' Do you hear another bid? Is there any other one? Do I hear another bid? Ah, I thought so; I hear another bid. The Lord Jesus Christ, what will You give for this soul? ' I will give peace, joy, comfort, that the world knows not of—yea, I will give eter- nal life.' Lady Ann Erskine, you have heard the two bidders for your soul, which will you accept?" And she ordered the door of her carriage to be opened, and came weeping from it, and accept- ed the Lord Jesus Christ He, the great and mighty Saviour, is a bidder for your soul to-night He offers you riches and com- fort, and joy, peace here, and eternal life hereafter, while Satan offers you what he cannot give. Poor lost soul, which will youAND ILLUSTRATIONS. h have? He w31 ransom your soul if you but put your burden up- on Him. Twenty-one years ago I made up my mind that Jesus would have my soul, and I have never regretted the step, and no man has ever felt sorry for coming to Him. When we accept Him we must like Him. Your sins may rise up as a mountain, but the Son of Man can purge you of all evil, and take you right into the palaces of Heaven, if you will only allow Him to save you. The Czar and the Soldier. I remember hearing a few years ago a story about a young man away off in Russia. He was a wild, reckless dissipated youth. His father, thinking that if he could get him away from his associates, a reform would be worked, procured a commission in the army for him. And this is a mistake a great many Chris- tian people fall into in dealing with their sons. It is not a change of place they require, it is a change of heart, A change of place will not take them away from the tempter. Well, off to the army this young man went, and, instead of reforming, he gambled and borrowed, and took to drinking as vigorously as ever. At length he had borrowed all the money he could, and, as we say he "had come to the end of his rope." A certain sum of money had to be paid the next day, and he did not see how it could be done with- out selling his commission, and if he did that he would be com- pelled to leave the army and go home to his father disgraced. The laws were very rigid in Russia upon the matter of debt, and if he couldn't pay he knew he would have to go to prison. That night as he sat in his barracks, heart-broken at the prospect before him, he thought he would take up a paper and figure up his debts, and see how he stood And here, let me say, it would be well if the sinner would pause occasionally, and try and figure up his sins, and see where he stood with God. Well, this young man put down one debt after another, until they made a long column. The total completely disheartened him; and he just put at the bottom of his figures, "Who is to pay this9? He bid his head upon his desk wearied, and fell iirleep That nightf MOOD VS ANECDOTES Christ S*vei. the Czar, according to his custom, was walking through the bar- racks while the soldiers slept, and happened to come to that spot where the young soldier slept. He saw upon the desk the col- umn of debts, and when he came to the bottom saw the question: "Who's to pay them?" and wrote underneath the name " Nicholas." When the young man awoke he took up the paper and found written at the bottom the signature of the Czar of all the Russias. What did it mean? Had an angel dropped down.and canceled the debt? It was too good to be true. He couldn't believe it But by and by the money came from the Emperor himself. This story may be true or not. I don't care whether it is or not; but there is one thing I do know is true, and that is that the great Emperor of heaven is here, and if you put down all your sins and multiply them by ten thousand, He will pay it and shelter you underneath the blood of Jesus Christ, which cleanseth us from all sin. __ The Artist and the Beggar. I have read of an artist who wanted to paint a picture of the Prodigal Son. He searched through the madhouse, and the poor houses, and the prisons, to find a man wretched enough to represent the prodigal, but he could not find one. One day he was walking down the streets and met a man whom he thought would do. He told the poor beggar he would pay him well if he came to his room and sat for the portrait. The beggar agreed, and the day was appointed for him to come. The day came, and a man put in his appearance at the artist's room. "You made an appointment with me," he said, when he was shown into the studio. The artist looked at him, aI never saw you before," he said; "you cannot have an appointment with me." * Yes, "he said, "I agreed to meet you to-day at ten o'clock." "You must be mistaken; it must have been some other artist; I was to see a beggar- here at this hour." "Well," says the beggar, "I am he." "You?" "Yea." "Why, what have you been doing?" "Well, I thought I would dress myself up a bit before I got painted." TTlMa," aiid tk» artist, "I do not want jpoa; I wanted you as j%mChrist Saves. AND ILL USTRA HONS: were; now, you are no use to me." That is the way Christ wants every poor sinner, just as he is. It is only the ragged sinners that open God's wardrobe. I remember a boy to whom I gave a pair of boots, and I found him shortly after in his bare feet again. I asked him what he had done with them, and he replied that when he was dressed up it spoiled his business; when he was dressed up no one would give anything. By keeping his feet naked he got as many as five pairs of boots a day. So if you want to come to God don't dress yourself up. It is the naked sinner God wants to save. A Commercial Traveler. I remember when preaching in New York City, at the Hip- podrome, a man coming up to me and telling me a story that thrilled my soul One night, he said he had been gambling; had gambled all the money away he had. When he went home to ttoe hotel that night he did not sleep much. The next morning happened to be Sunday. He got up, felt bad, couldn't eat any- thing, didn't touch his breakfast, was miserable, and thought about putting an end to his existence. That afternoon he took a walk up Broadway, and when he came to the Hippodrome he saw great crowds going in and thought of entering too. But a police- man at the door told him he couldn't come in as it was a woman's meeting. He turned from it and strolled on; came back to his hotel and had dinner. At night he walked up the street until he reached the Hippodrome again, and this time he saw a lot of men going in. When inside he listened to the singing and heard the text, "Where art thou?" and he thought he would go out He rose to go, and the text came upon his ears again, "Where art thou?" This was too personal, he thought, it was disagreea- ble, and he made for the door, but as he got to the third row from the entrance, the words came to him again. u Where art thou?" He stood still, for the question had come to him with irresistible force, and God had found him right there. He went to his hotel and prayed all that night, and now he is a bright and joining light And this young man, who was a commercial tray-MOOD TS ANECDOTES Christ Saves. tier, went back to the village in which he had been reared, and in which he had been one of the fastest young men—went back there, and went around among his friends and acquaintances and testified for Christ, as earnestly and beneficially for him as his conduct had been against Him. Governor Pollock and the Condemned Criminal. When I was East a few years ago, Mr. Geo. H. Stewart told me of a scene that occurred in a Pennsylvania prison, when Gov- ernor Pollock, a Christian man, was Governor of the State. A man was tried for murder, and the judge had pronounced sen- tence upon him. His friends had tried every means in their power to procure his pardon. They had sent deputation after deputation to the Governor, but he had told them all that the law must take its course. When they began to give up hope, the Governor went down to the prison and asked the sheriff to take him to the cell of the condemned man. The Governor was con- ducted into the presence of the criminal, and he sat down by the side of his bed and began to talk to him kindly—spoke to him of Christ and heaven, and showed him that although he was con- demned to die on the morrow by earthly judges, he would receive eternal life from the Divine Judge if he would accept salvation. He explained the plan of salvation, and when he left him he com- mitted him to God. When he was gone the sheriff was called to the cell by the condemned man. "Who was that man?" asked the criminal, "who was in here and talked so kind to me?" "Why," said the sheriff, "that was Governor Pollock." "Was that Governor Pollock? O Sheriff, why didn't you tell me who It was? If I had known that was him, I wouldn't have let him go out till he had given me pardon. The Governor has been here—in my cell—and I didn't know it," and the man wrung his hands and wept bitterly. My friends, there is one greater than a Governor here to-night. He sent His Son to redeem you—to bring you out of the prison home of sin. I come to-night to tell you He Is here.Christ Saves. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. yj A Man who would not Speak to his Wife. I remember while in Philadelphia, a man with his wife came to our meetings. When he went out he wouldn't speak to hia wife. She thought it was very queer, but said nothing, and went to bed thinking that in the morning he would be all right At breakfast, however, he would not speak a word. Well, she thought this strange, but she was sure he would have got all ovei whatever was wrong with him by dinner. The dinner hour ar- rived, and it passed away without his saying a word. At supper not a word escaped him, and he would not go with her to the meeting. Every day for a whole week the same thing went on. But at the end of the week he could not stand it any longer, and he said to his wife: "Why did you go and write to Mr. Mood)' and tell him all about me?" "I never wrote to Mr. Moody in my life," said the wife. "You did," he answered. "You're mis- taken; why do you think that?" "Well, then, I wronged you; but when I saw Mr. Moody picking me out among all those peo- ple, and telling all about me, I was sure you must have written to him.n It was the Son of Man seeking for him, my friends, and I hope there will be a man here to-night—that man in the gallery yonder, that one before me—who will feel that I am talking per- sonally to him. May you feel that you are lost, and that the Lord is seeking for you, and when you feel this there is some chance of your being saved. GOLD. —There was never a sermon which you have listened to but in it Christ was seeking for you. I contend that a man cannot but find in every page of this book that Jesus Christ is seeking him through His blessed Word. This is what the Bible is for—to seek out the lost —No man in the world should be so happy as a man of God. It is one continual source of gladness. He can look up and say, "God is my Father, Christ is my Saviour, and the Church is my mother."74 MOOD TS ANECDOTES CkrUi Saves. —There if no other way to the Kingdom of God but by tht way of the cross, and it will be easier for you to take it now than It will be afterward. —Everything has to be tried by the sinner before he will come to Christ He has to feel that there is nothing that can save him but Christ, then he will come. —Have not some of you heard a sermon in which you were offered as a sinner to the Lord Jesus Christ, and your conscience was J troubled? You went away, but you came back again, and the Spirit of God came upon you again and again, and you were troubled. Haven't you passed through that experience? Don't you remember something like that happening to you? That was the Son of God seeking for your souL —The Son of God has come into the world to bless us. Look at that Sermon on the Mount It is filled with the word blessed, blessed, blessed. I think it occurs nine times. His heart was full of blessings for the people. He had to get it out before He gave His sermon. —A rule I have had for years is to treat the Lord Jesus Christ as a personal friend. His is not a creed, a mere empty doctrine, but it is He himself we have. The moment we have received Christ we should receive Him as a friend. When I go away from home I bid my wife and children good-by, I bid my friends and acquaintances good-by, but I never heard of a poor backslider going down on his knees and saying: "I have been near You for ten years; Your service has become tedious and monotonous; I have come to bid'You farewell; good-by, Lord Jesus Christ* I never heard oi one doing this. I will tell you how they go aT^jr j Aey just un away.UBRART OF Tur m,a* preach; he could not preach very well either, but tie did the best he could—but some one stood up and said, "Young man, you cannot preach; you ought to be ashamed of yourself." Said the young man, "So I am, but I am not ashamed of my Lord." That is right. Do not be ashamed of Christ—of the man that bought us with His own blood.MOODY S ANECDOTES Confessing Christ. GOLD. —If Christ comes into our hearts we are not ashamed. —I wish we had a few more women like the woman of Samaria, frilling to confess what the Lord Jesus Christ had done for their souls. —Believing and confessing go together; and you cannot be be saved without you take them both. "With the mouth con- fession is made unto salvation." If you ever see the kingdom of heaven you have to take this way. —Satan puts straws across our path and magnifies it and makes ds believe it is a mountain, but all the devil's mountains are mountains of smoke; when you come up to them they are not there. —I do not know anything that would wake up Chicago better than for every man and woman here who loves Him to begin to talk about Him to their friends, and just to tell them what He has done for you. You have got a circle of friends. Go and tell them of Him. —I can't help thinking of the old woman who started out when the war commenced with a poker in her hand. When asked what «jhe was going to do with it she said: UI can't do much with it, but I can show what side I'm on." My friends, even if you can't do much, show to which side you belong. —I may say with truth that there is only about one in ten who professes Christianity who will turn round and glorify God with a loud voice. Nine out of ten are still born Christians. You never hear of them. If you press them hard with the question whether they are Christians they might say, u Well, I hope so." We never see it in their-actions; we never see it in their lives. They might belong to the church you go to, but you never see them at the prayer-meetings or taking any interest in the church affairs. They don't profess it among their fellows or in their business, and the result is that there are hundreds going on with a half hope, nc susc whether their religion will stand them or notSaul's Conversion. Acts, ix.AND ILLUSTRATIONS. f* CONVERSION. Mr. Moody's First Impulse in Converting Souls. I want to tell you how I got the first impulse to work solely for the conversion of men. For a long time after my conversion I didn't accomplish anything. I hadn't got into my right place j that was it I hadn't thought enough of this personal work. Fd get up in prayer meeting, and I'd pray with the others, but just to go up to a man and take hold of his coat and get him down on his knees, I hadn't yet got round to that It was in i860 the change came. In the Sunday school I had a pale, delicate young man as one of the teachers. I knew his burning piety, and as- signed him to the worst class in the school They were all girls, and it was an awful class. They kept gadding' around in the school-room, and were laughing and carrying on all the while. And this young man had better success than any one else. One Sunday he was absent, and I tried myself to teach the class, but couldn't do anything with them; they seemed farther off than ever from any concern about their souls. Well, the day after his ab- sence, early Monday morning, the young man came into the store where I worked, and, tottering and bloodless, threw himself down on some boxes. "What's the matter?" I asked, aI have been bleeding at the lungs, and they have given me up to die," he said. "But you are not afraid to die?" I questioned, "No," said he, "I am not afraid to die, but I have got to stand before God and give an account of my stewardship, and not one of my Sab- bath-school scholars has been brought to Jesus. I have failed to bring one, and haven't any strength to do it now." He was so weighed down that I got a carriage and took that dying man in it, and we called at the homes of every one of his scholars, and to each one he said, as best hit feint voice wouldMOODY'S ANECDOTES Omvtrsb*. let him, "I have come to just ask you to come to the Saviour/ and then he prayed as I never heard before. And for ten days he labored in that way, sometimes walking to the nearest houses. And at the end of that ten days every one of that large class had yielded to the Saviour. Full well I remember the night before he went away (for the doctors said he must hurry to the South), how we held a true love-feast It was the very gate of heaven that meeting. He prayed, and they prayed; he didn't ask them, he didn't think they could pray; and then we sung, * Blest be the tie that binds." It was a beautiful night in June that he left on the Michigan Southern, and I was down to the train to help him off. And those girls every one gathered there again, all un- known to each other; and the depot seemed a second gate to heaven, in the joyful, yet tearful, communion and farewells be- tween these newly redeemed souls and him whose crown of re- joicing it will be that he led them to Jesus. At last the gong sounded, and, supported on the platform, the dying man shook hands with each one, and whispered, aI will meet you yonder." Very Hard, yet Very Easy. The hardest thing, I will admit, ever a man had to do is to become a Christian, and yet it is the easiest This seems to many to be a paradox, but I will repeat it, it is the most difficult thing to become a Christian, and yet it is the easiest I have a little nephew in this city. When he was about three or four years of age, he threw that Bible on the floor. I think a good deal of that Bible, and I don't like to see this. His mother said to him, "Go pick up uncle's Bible from the floor." "I won't, * he replied. uGo and pick up that Bible directly." "I won't" "What did you say?" asked his mother. She thought he didn't understand. But he understood well enough, and had made up his mind that he wouldn't. She told the boy she would have to punish him if he didn't, and then he said he couldn't, and by and by he said he didn't want to. And that is the way with the people in coming to Christ At first they say they won't, then they can't, and then they don't want to. The mother insisted upon the boy pickingGwtvtrsim AND ILLUSTRATIONS. fl up the Bible, and he got down and put his arms around it and pretended he couldn't lift it He was a great, healthy boy, and he could have picked it up easily enough. I was very anxious to see the fight carried on because she was a young mother, and if she didn't break that boy's will he was going to break her heart by and by. So she told him again if he didn't pick it up she would punish him, and the child just picked it up. It was very easy to do it when he made up his mind. So it is perfectly easy for men to accept the gospeL The trouble is they don't want to give up their will If you want to be saved you must just accept that gospel—that Christ is your Saviour, that he is your Redeemer, and that he has rescued you from the curse of the law. Just say "Lord Jesus Christ, I trust you from this hour to save me," and the moment you take that stand he will put his loving arms around you and wrap about you the robe of righteousness. The Arrows of Conviction. I remember while preaching in Glasgow, an incident occurred which I will relate. I had been preaching there several weeks, and the night was my last one, and I pleaded with them as I had never pleaded there before. I urged the people to meet me in that land. It is a very solemn thing to stand before a vast au- dience for the last time and think you may never have anothei chance of asking them to come to Christ I told them I would not have another opportunity, and urged them to accept, and just asked them to meet me at that marriage supper. At the conclusion I soon saw a tall young lady coming into the inquiry room. She had scarcely come in when another tall young lady came in, and she went up to the first and put her arms around her and wept Pretty soon another young lady came and went up to the first two and just put her arms around both of them* They were three sisters and I found that although they had been sitting in different parts of the building, the sure arrow of conviction went down to their souls, and brought them to the in- quiry room. Another young lady came down from the gallery and said: "Mr. Moody, I want to become a Christian." I asked94 MOOD TS ANECDOTES dnverHm, a young Christian to talk to her, and when she went home that night about 10 o'clock—her mother was sitting up for her—she said: "Mother, I have accepted the invitation to be present at the marriage supper of the Lamb." Her mother and father laid awake that night talking about the salvation of their child. That was Friday night, and next day (Saturday) she was unwell, and before long her sickness developed into scarlet fever, and a few days after I got this letter: "Mr. Moody—Dear Sir: It is now my painful duty to inti- mate to you that the dear girl concerning whom I wrote to you on Monday, has been taken away from us by death. Her de- parture, however, has been signally softened to us, for she told us yesterday she was "going home to be with Jesus," and after giving messages to many, tola us to let Mr. Moody and Mr. Sankey know that she died a happy Christian." How a Citizen Became a Soldier. One day I was walking through the streets of York, in Eng- land. I saw a little way ahead a soldier coming toward me. He had the red uniform on of the infantry—the dress of the army. I knew at once when I saw him that he was a soldier. When he came near me I stopped him. I said, "My good man, if you have no objection I would like to ask you a few questions." "Cer- tainly, sir," said he. "Well, then, I would like to Itnow how you first became a soldier." "Yes, sir, I will tell you. You see, sk, I wanted to become a soldier, and the recruiting officer was in our town, and I went up to him and told him I wanted to enlist "Well, sir, he said, 'All right,' and the first thing he did, sir, he took an English shilling out of his pocket, sir, and put it into my hand. The very moment, sir, a recruiting-sergeant puts a shilling into your hand, sir, you are a soldier." I said to myself "That is the very illustration I want" That man was a free man at one time—he could go here and there; do just what he liked; but the moment the shilling was put into his hand he was subject to the rules of war, and Queen Victoria could send him anywhere and make him obeyConversion. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. M the rules and regulations of the army. He is a soldier the very minute he takes the shilling. He has not got to wait to put on the uniform. And when you ask me how a man may be convert- ed at once, I answer, just the same as that man became a soldier. The citizen becomes a soldier in a minute, and from being a free man becomes subject to the command of others. The moment you take Christ into your heart, that moment your name is written - in the roll of Heaven. Moody a Young Convert. I remember soon after I got converted a pantheist got hold of me, and just tried to draw me back to the world. Those men who try to get hold of a young convert are the worst set of men. I don't know a worse man than he who tries to pull young Chris- tians down. He is nearer the borders of hell than any man I know. When this man knew I had found Jesus he just tried to pull me down. He tried to argue with me, and I did not know the Bible very well then, and he got the best of me. The only way to get the best of those atheists, pantheists, or infidels, is to have a good knowledge of the Bible. Well, this pantheist told me God was everywhere—in the air, in the sun, in the moon, in the earth, in the stars, but really he meant nowhere. And the next time I went to pray, it seemed as if I was not praying anywhere or to anyone. We have ample evidence in the Bible that there is such a place as heaven, and we have abundant manifestations that His influence from heaven is felt among us. " Free." You will remember when we had slavery we used to have men come up from Kentucky, Tennessee, and other slave states in order to escape from slavery. I hope if there are any South- ern people here they will not think in this allusion I am trying to wound their feelings. We all remember when these colored men came here how they used to be afraid lest some one should come and take them back. Why, I remember in the store we had a poor fugitive, and he used to be quaking all the time. SometimesMOODYS ANECDOTES Cmversim. a customer would come in, and he would be uneasy all the lime. He was afraid it was some one to take him back to slavery. But somebody tells him if he was in Canada he would be perfectly safe, and he says: "If I could only get into Canada; if I could only get under the Union Jack I would be free.99 There are no slaves under the Union Jack he has been told—that is the flag of freedom; the moment he gets under it he is a free man. So he starts. Well say there are no railways, and the poor fellow has got ten miles ahead when his master comes up, and he hears that his slave has fled for Canada and sets off in pursuit Some one tells the poor fugitive that his master is after him. What does the poor fugitive do? What does he do? He redoubles his ex- ertions and presses on, on, on, on. He is a slave born, and he knows a slave belongs to his master. Faster he goes 1 He knows his master is after him and he will be taken if he comes up with him before he reaches the lines. He says, "If I can only hold out and get under the English flag, the English government will protect me." The whole English army will come to protect me if need be. On he presses. He is now nearing the boundary line. One minute he is a slave, and in an instant he is a free man. My friends, don't mistake. These men can be saved to- night if they cross the line. An Irishman Leaps Into the Life-Boat. While I was in New York, an Irishman stood up in a young converts' meeting and told how he had been saved. He said in bis broken Irish brogue that I used an illustration, and that illus- tration saved him. And I declare that that is the only man I ever knew who was converted without being spoken to. He said I used an illustration of a wrecked vessel, and said that all would perish unless some assistance came. Presently a life-boat came alongside and#the captain shouted, "Leap into the life-boat_ leap for your lives, or you will perish," and when I came to the point I said, "Leap into the life-boat; Christ is your life-boat ef salvation, and he leaped and was saved.Cmmtrdm. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. f? Safe in the Ark. When the voice came down from heaven to Noah, "Come thou and all thy house into the ark, for thee have I seen righteous before me in this generation," now, there was a minute when Noah was outside the ark, and another when he was inside, and by being inside he was saved. As long as he was outside of the ark he was exposed to the wrath of God just like the rest of those antediluvians. If he stayed out, and remained with those ante- diluvians, he would have been swept away, as they were. It was not his righteousness; it was not his faith nor his works that saved him; it was the ark. And, my friends, we have not, like Noah, to be one hundred and twenty years making an ark for our safety. God has provided an ark for us, and the question is: Are you inside or outside this ark? If you are inside you are safct if jou are outside you are not safe. GOLD. —It is our privilege to know that we are saved. —We shall draw the world to Christ when we are filled with religion. —He that overcometh shall inherit all things. God has no poor children. —I hold to the doctrine of sudden conversion as I do to my life, and I would as quickly give up my life as give up this doc- trine, unless it can be proved that it is not according to the word of God. Now, I will admit that light is one thing and birth is another. A soul must be born before it can see light A child must be born before it can be taught; it must be born before k can walk; it, must be born before it can be educated 7MOODYS ANECDOTES DECISION. Moody's Mistake. The last time I preached upon this question was in old Par- well HalL I had been for five nights preaching upon the Hie of Christ I took him from the cradle and followed Him up to the judgment hall, and on that occasion I consider I made as great a blunder as ever I made in my life. If I could recall my act I would give this right hand. It was upon that memorable night in October, and the Court House bell was sounding an alarm of fire, but I paid no attention to it You know we were accustomed to hear the fire bell often, and [it didn't disturb us much when it sounded. I finished the sermon upon "What shall I do with Jesus?" And I said to the audience, "Now, I want you to take the question with you and think over it, and next Sunday I want you to come back and tell me what you are going to do with it" What a mistake! It seems now as if Satan was in my mind when I said this. Since then I never have dared give an audience a week to think of their salvation. If they were lost they might rise up in judgment against me. "Now is the accepted time.n We went down stairs to the other meeting, and I remember when Mr. Sankey was singing, and how his voice rang when he cam? to that pleac&mg verse: To-day the Saviour calls; For refuge fly. The storm of justice fitfst And death is nigh. After the meeting we went home. I remember going down La Sale street with a young man who is probably in the hall to-night, and saw the glare of flames. I said to the young man: "This means rum to Chicago. * About one o'clock, Fanreil Hail rat;Esther Confounding Haman. Esther, viii,TjUjp #Wa,OTi' w urnsDtHsim. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 99 soon the church in which I had preached went down, and every- thing was scattered. I never taw that audience again. My friends, we don't know what may happen to-morrow, but there is one thing I do know, and that is, if you take the gift you are saved. If you have eternal life you need not fear fire, death, 01 sickness. Let disease or death come, you can shout triumphant- ly over the grave if you have Christ My friends, what are you going to do with Him to-night? Will you decide now? " A Day of Decision." I believe there is a day of decision in our lives—a day upon which the crisis of our lives occurs. There is a day when the Son of Man comes and stands at our heart and knocks and knocks for the last time and leaves us forever. I can imagine when Pilate was banished how this recollection troubled him day and night He remembered how that Saviour had looked on him —how innocent He was; he remembered how, when the Jews were clamoring for His death, and the cry echoed through the streets of Jerusalem, * Crucify Him! crucify Him!" It seemed as if He had nothing but love for them. Probably some one told him the story of the crucifixion, and how when nailed to the cross and die howling mob around Him, He cried, "Father, forgive them; they know not what they do;w he remembered how they clamored for his life, and how he hadn't die moral courage to stand up for the despised Nazarene, and that preyed upon his mind, and he put an end to his miserable existence. Moody Puts a Man in his " Prophet's Room/9 A few years ago as I stood at the door of a church giving out invitations to a meeting to take place that evening, a young man to whom I offered one said, "I want something more than that I want something to dot" I urged him to come into the meet- ing, and after some remonstrance he consented. After the meet- ing I took him home, and after dinner I told him there was a toon wkkk I eafiad the "Prophet's Room," sad mp slam mm inmihmMOODY'S ANECDOTES Dttisim. ihich I called the "Unbeliever** Room," and I would give him till night to decide which he would take. He was able by night to take the first, and the next day was at work urging young men to attend the noonday prayer-meeting. When I was burned out in the great fire and was left perfectly destitute, I received a let- ter with some money from this young man in Boston, who said: "You helped me and took me in your home, keeping me six weeks and refused to take anything for it, and I have never forgotten your kindness." I had lost sight of him, but he had remembered that as a turning-point in his existence. GOLD. —If you receive Him it will be well; if you reject Him and are lost it will be terrible. —Thanks be to God, there is hope to-day; this very hour you can choose Him and serve Him. —Now just think a moment and answer the question, "What shall I do with Jesus who is called Christ?1* —I believe in my soul that there are more at this day being lost for want of decision than for any other thing. —One of two things you must do; you must either receive Him or reject Him. You receive Him here and He will receive you there; yon reject Hkn here and He will reject you there.IIBRARV OF THE UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOISThe Angel at the Sepulcher. Matthew, xxviii, 1-7.AND ILLUSTRATIONS. IM DELIVERANCE. The Scotch Lassie« There is a story told of an incident that occurred during the A&t Indian mutiny. The English were besieged in the city of Lucknow, and were in momentary expectation of perishing at the hands of the fiends that surrounded them. There was a little Scotch lassie in this fort, and, while lying on the ground, she sud- denly shouted, her face aglow with joy, "Dinna ye hear them comin'; dinna ye hear them comin7w "Hear what?" they asked, "Dinna ye hear them comin'?" And she sprang to her feet It was the bagpipes of her native Scotland she heard. It was a na- tive air she heard that was being played by a regiment of her countrymen marching to the relief of those captives, and these deliverers made them free. Oh, my friends, don't you hear Jesus Christ crying to you to-night? Geo. H. Stewart Visits a Doomed Criminal. I remember hearing a story of Mr. George Stewart One day the Governor of Pennsylvania came to him and said, " Mr. Stewart, I want you to go to such a prison and tell that man for whose execution I signed the warrant the other day, that there is not a ray of hope for him. When the day and hour comes he must be executed. His mother has been tormenting the life out of me, and all his friends have been running after me day and night, and they are giving the poor fellow a faise hope." "That is a very disagreeable thing to do, Governor," answered Mr. Stew- art "Well, I want you to go and tell him, so*that he can be settled in his mind." The story goes that when the doors of the ceU were opened, that prisoner seized Mr. Stewart's hands, and in Us joy cried, "You are a good man. I know you hare eosaeIOS MOOD rs ANECDOTES Deliverance. with a pardon from the Governor." But when Mr. Stewart told him the Governor had sent him to say there was not a ray of hope for him, that upon the day and hour he must be executed, the man completely broke down and fainted away. The thought that at such a day and such an hour he was going to be ushered into eternity, was too much for the poor fellow. Suppose I come to you to-night and tell you there is not a ray of hope—that you have broken the law of pardon. How many would say, " I know a great deal better. The blackest sinner on earth Christ can save. He says so." But, my friends, there is no hope without the deliverance to be free from the bondage of sin. * The Demoniac. When this man found himself delivered he wanted to go with the Saviour. That was gratitude; Christ had saved him, had re- deemed him. He had delivered him from the hand of the enemy. And this man cried: "Let me follow You around the world; where You go I will go." But the Lord said, " You go home and tell your friends what good things the Lord has done for you/ And he started home. I would like to have been in that house when he came there, I can imagine how the children would look when they saw him, and say, "Father is coming." "Shut the door," the mother would cry; "look out! fasten the window; bolt every door in the house." Many times he very likely had come and abused his family and broken the chairs and tables and turn- ed the mother into the street and alarmed all the neighbors. They see him now coming down the street Down he comes till he gets to the door, and then gently knocks. You don't hear a sound as he stands there. At last he sees his wife at the window and he says, "Mary!" "Why," she says, "why he speaks as he did when I first married him; I wonder if he has got well?" So she looks out apd asks: "John, is that you?" "Yes, Mary," he replies, "it's me, don't be afraid any more, I'm well now." I see that mother, how she pulls back the bolts of that door, and looks at him. The first look is sufficient, and she springs into his arms And clings about his neck. She takes him in and asks him aDelivtrtrui. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. hundred questions—how it all happened—all about it "Well, just take a chair and Fll tell you how I got cured." The children hang back and look amazed. He says: "I was there in the tombs, you know, cutting myself with stones, and running about in my nakedness, when Jesus of Nazareth came that way. Mary, did you ever hear of Him? He is the most wonderful man; I've never seen a man like Him. He just ran in and told those devils to leave me, and they left me. When He had cured me I wanted to follow Him, but He told me to come home and tell you all about it." The children by and by gather about his knee, and the elder ones run to tell their playmates what wonderful things Jesus has done for their father. Ah, my friends, we have got a mighty deliverer, I don't care what affliction you have, He will deliver you from it The Son of God who cast out those dcvito can deliver you from your besetting sin. Spurgeon't Parable. Mr. Spurgeon, a number of years ago, made a parable. He thought he had a right to make one, and he did it. He said: "There was once a tyrant who ordered one of his subjects into his presence, and ordered him to make a chain. The poor black- smith—that was his occupation—had to go to work and forge the chain. When it was done he brought it into the presence of the tyrant, and he was ordered to take it away and make it twice the length. He brought it again to the tyrant, and again he was or- dered to double it Back he came when he had obeyed the order, and the tyrant looked at it, and then commanded the ser- vants to bind the man hand and foot with the chain he had made and cast him into prison. "And," Mr. Spurgeon said, "that is what the devil does with man." He makes them forge their own chain, and then binds them hand and foot with it, and casts them into outer darkness." My friends, that is just what these drunk- ards, these gamblers, these blasphemers—that is just what every sinner is doing. But, thank God, we can tell you of a deliverer. The Son of God has power to break every one of these fetters if you will only come to Him.MOODY'S ANECDOTES Deliverants. GOLD. —The mightiest man that ever lived could not deliver himself from his sins. If a man could have saved himself Christ would never have come into the world. —He came to deliver us from our sinful dispositions, and create in us pure hearts, and when we have Him with us it will not be hard for us. Then the service of Christ will be delightful. —If you are under the power of evil, and you want to get un- der the power of God, cry to Him to bring you over to His ser- vice ; cry to Him to take you into His army. He will hear you; He will come to you, and, if need be, He will send a legion of angels to help you to fight your way up to heaven. God will take you by the right hand and lead you through this wilderness, over death, and take you right into His kingdom. That's what the Son of Man came to do. He has never deceived us; just say here: "Christ is nay deliverer.* %imwy OF THE UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS The Expulsion from the Garden. Genesis, iii, 24,AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 105 EXCUSES. "I Have Intellectual Difficulties." There is another voice coming down from the gallery yon- der: "I have intellectual difficulties; I cannot believe.'* A man came to me sometime ago and said, "I cannot." ('Cannot what?" I asked. "Well," said he, "I cannot believe." "Who?" "Well," he repeated, "I cannot believe." "Who?" I asked. "Well—I— can't-believe-myself." "Well,you don't want to." [Laughter.] Make yourself out false every time, but believe in the truth of Christ. If a man says to me, "Mr. Moody,you have lied to me; you have dealt falsely with me," it may be so,but no man on the face of the earth can say that God ever dealt unfairly,or that He lied to him. If God says a thing it as, true. We don't ask you to believe in any man on the face of the earth, but we ask you to believe in Jesus Christ, who never lied—who never deceived any one. If a man says he cannot believe Him, he says what is untrue. I Am Not All Right. I had to notice during the war,when enlisting was going on, sometimes a man would come up with a nice silk hat on, patent- leather boots, nice kid gloves, and a fine suit of clothes, which, probably,cost him $ 100; perhaps the next man who came along would be a hod-carrier, dressed in the poorest kind of clothes. Both had to strip alike and put bn the regimental uniform. So when you come and say you ain't fit, haven't got good clothes, haven't got righteousness enough,remember that He will furnish you with the uniform of heaven,and you will be set down at the marriage feast of the Lamb. I don't care how black and vile your heart may be,only accept the invitation of Jesus Christ and He will make you fit to sit down with the rest at that feast.fo4 MOODY'S ANECDOTES Excuse " Those Hypocrites." "I won't accept this invitation because of those hypocrites in the churches." My friend, you will find very few there if you get to heaven- There won't be a hypocrite in the next world, and if you don't want to be associated with hypocrites in the next world, you will take this invitation. Why, you will find hypocrite! everywhere. One of the apostles was himself the very prince oI hypocrites, but he didn't get to heaven. You will find plenty of hypocrites in the church. They have been there for the last one thousand eight hundred years, and will probably remain there. But what is that to you? This is an individual matter between you and your God. '• I Can't Feel." •I can't feel," says one. That is the very last excuse. When a man comes with that excuse he is getting pretty near the Lord. We are having a body of men in England giving a new transla- tion of the Scriptures. I think we should get them to put in a passage relating to feeling. With some people it is feel, feel, feel all the time. What kind of feeling have you got? Have you got a desire to be saved, have you got a desire to be present at the marriage supper? Suppose a gentleman asked me to dinner, I gay, uI will see how I feeL" "Sick?" he might ask. "No; it depends on how I feel" That is not the question—it is whether I will accept the invitation or not The question with us is, will we accept salvation—will you believe? There is not a word about feelings in the Scriptures. When you come to your end, and you know that in a few days you will be in the presence of the Judge of all the earth, you will" remember this excuse about feel- ings. You will be saying, UI wen* up to the Tabernacle, I re- member, and I felt very good, and before the meeting was over I felt very bad, and I didn't feel I had the right kind of feeling to accept the invitation.n Satan will then say, u I made you feel •o." Suppose you build your hopes and fix yourself upon the Rock of Ages, the devil cannot come to you. Stand upon theEmus*. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. Word of God and the waves of unbelief cannot touch you, the waves of persecution cannot assail you; the devil and all the Sends of hell cannot approach you if you only build your hopes apon God's Word. Say, I will trust Him, though He slay me—I will take God at His word. I Am Not " One of the Elect." I can imagine some men saying, "Mr. Moody has not touch- ed my case, at all. That is not the reason why I won't accept Christ I don't know as I am one of the elect* How often I am met with this excuse—how often do I hear it in the inquiry room! How many men fold their arms and say, uIf I am one of the elect I will be saved, and if I ain't I won't No use of your bothering about it" Why don't some of those merchants say, " If God is going to make me a successful merchant in Chicago I will be one whether I like it or not, and if he isn't I won't" If you are sick, and a doctor prescribes for you, don't take the medicine, throw it out the door, it don't matter, for if God has decreed you are going to die, you will: if he hasn't, you will get better. If you use that argument you may as well not walk home from this tabernacle. If God has said youll get home, you'll get home—youll fly through the air; if you have been elected to go home. I have an idea that the Lord Jesus saw how men were going to stumble over this doctrine, so after He had been thirty or forty years in heaven, He came down and spoke to John. One Lord's day in Patmos, He said to him, "Write these things to the churches." John kept on writing. His pen flew very fast And then the Lord, when it was nearly finished, said, "John, before you close the book, put in this: 'The Spirit and the Bride say, Come; and let him that heareth say, Come.' But there will be some that are deaf, and they cannot hear, so add, * Let him that is athirst, Come;' and in case there should be any that do not thirst, put it still broader, ' Whosoever will, let him take of the water of life freely.'" What more can you have than that? And the Book is sealed, as it were, with that. It is the last invitationioS MOODYS ANECDOTES Rxnutt. in the Bible. "Whosoever will, let him take of the water of life freely." You are thirsty. You want water. I hold out this glass to you, and say, "Take it* You say, 14If I am decreed to have it, I am not going to put myself to the trouble of taking it." Well, you will never get it And if you are ever to have salva- tion, you must reach out the hand and take it "I will take the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of the Lord* Why did he not take his Wife along? Take the excuses. There wasn't one that wasn't a lie. The devil made them all; and if the sinner hadn't one already the devil was there at his elbow to suggest one, about the truth of the Bible, or something of that sort. One of the excuses mentioned was that the man invited had bought a piece of ground, and had to look at it Real estate and corner lots are keeping a good many men out of God's kingdom. It was a lie to say that he had to go and see it then, for he ought to have looked at it before he bought it Then the next man said he'd bought some oxen, and must prove them. That was another lie; for if he hadn't proved them before he bought them he ought to have done so, and could have done it after supper just as well as before it But the third man's excuse was the most ridiculous of them alL "I have mar- ried a wife and therefore cannot come." Why did he not take his wife along with him? Who likes to go to a feast better than a young bride? He might have asked her to go too; and if she were not willing, then let her stay at home. The fact was, he did not want to go. A Good Excuse* If you have got a good excuse don't give it up for anything I have said; don't give it up for anything*your mother may have said; don't give it up for anything your friend may have said. Take it up to the bar of God and state it to Him; but if you have not got a goo'd excuse—an excuse that will stand in eternity—let it fo to-night, and flee to the arms of a loving Saviour.Ernmts. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. Excused at Last. It is a very solemn thought that God will excuse you if you want to be excused. He does not wish to do it, but He will do it "As I live, saith the Lord, I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked; but that the wicked turn from his way and live. Turn ye, turn ye from your evil ways; for why will ye die, O house of Israel" Look at the Jewish nation. They wanted to be ex- cused from the feast They despised the grace of God and trampled it under foot, and look at them to-day! Yes, it is easy enough to say, "I pray Thee have me excused," but by and by God may take you at your word, and say, "Yes, I will excuse you.M And in that lost world, while others who have accepted the invitation sit down to the marriage supper of the Lamb, amid shouts and hallelujahs in heaven, you will be crying in the com- pany of the lost, MThe harvest is past; the summer is ended, and I am not saved." The Invitation. Suppose we should write out here to-night this excuse, how would it sound? To the King of Heaven:— While sitting in the Tabernacle in the City of Chicago, January-, 1877, I received a very pressing invitation from one of your servants to be present at the marriage supper of your only-begotten Son. I Pray Thek have me excused. * Would you sign that, young man? Would you, mother? Would you come up to the reporters' table, take up a pen and put your name down to such an excuse? You would say, "Let my right hand forget its cunning, and my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I sign that" Just let me write out another answer: u To the King of Heaven:— While sitting in the Tabernacle, January-, i#??, I received a pressing invitation from one of your messengers to be present at the marriage supper of your only-begotten Son. I hasten U reply: By the grace of God I will be present. " Who will sign that? Is there one who will put his name to it? Is there no one who will say, "By the grace of God I win accept the fanrk&doB now*?If MOODYS ANECDOTES Emtum. GOLD. —There is not an excuse but is a He. —God's service a hard one! How will All sound in the Judg- ment? —It is easy enough to excuse yourself to hell, but you cannot excuse yourself to heaven. —When a man prepares a feast, men rush in, but when God prepares one they all begin to make excuses, and dont want to go. —My friends, to accept this invitation is more important than anything else in this world. There is nothing in the world that is so important as the question of accepting the invitation. —If everybody could understand everything the Bible said it wouldn't be God's book; if Christians, if theologians, had stud- ied it for forty, fifty, sixty years, and then only began to under- stand it, how could a man expect to understand it by one read- ing? —If God were to take men at their word about these excuses, and swept every one into his grave who had an excuse, there would be a very small congregation in the Tabernacle next Sun- day; there would be little business in Chicago, and in a few weeks the gras* would be growing on these busy streets.The Trial of the Faith of Abraham. Genesis, xxii.FAITH. Mow Moody'8 Faith Saved an Infidel. When I was in Edinburgh, at the inquiry meeting in Assem- bly Hall, one of the ushers came around and said, "Mr. Moody, I'd like to put that man out; he's one of the greatest infidels in Edinburgh," He had been the chairman of an infidel club for years. • I went around to where he was and sat down by him. "How is it with you, my friend?" I asked, and then he laughed and said, "You say God answers prayer; I tell you He doesn't I don't believe in a God. Try it on me." "Will you get down with me and pray?" I asked him; but he wouldn't So I got down on my knees beside him and prayed. Next night he was there again. I prayed, and quite a number of others prayed for him. A few months after that, away up in the north of Scotland, at Wick, I was preaching in the open air, and while I stood there I saw the infidel standing on the outskirts of the crowd. I went up to him at the close of the meeting and said: "How is it with you, my friend?" He laughed and said, "I told you your praying is all false; God hasnt answered your prayers; go and talk to these deluded people." He had just the same spirit as before, but I relied on faith. Shortly after I got a letter from a barrister —a Christian. He was preaching one night in Edinburgh, when this infidel went up to him and said: "I want you to pray for m&\ I am troubled." The barrister asked, 11 What is the trouble?' And he replied: "I don't know what's the matter, but I don't have any peace, and I want you to pray for me." Next day he went around to that lawyer's office and he said that be had found Cferkttit MOODY S ANECDOTES Faith. Mends wert among them. So, If you have God with you> and /eu go to work for Him, and you meet infidels and skeptics, just hear in mind that you can win through faith. When Christ saw the faith of those four men, He said to the man: 41 Thy sins are forgiven you." My friends, if you have faith all things are possible. Taking "the Prince at his Word/' Some time ago I remember reading of an incident that oo curred between a prince in a foreign land and one of his subjects. This man for rebellion against the government was going to be executed. He was taken to the guilotine block. When the poor fellow reached the place of execution he was trembling with fear. The prince was present and asked him if he wished anything be- fore judgment was carried out The culprit replied: " A glass of water/ It was brought to him, but he was so nervous he couldn't drink it " Do not fear," said the prince to him, " judg- ment will not be carried out till you drink that water,1* and in an instant the glass was dashed to the ground and broken into a thousand pieces. He took that prince at his word. A Wife's Faith. In one of the towns in England there if a beautiful little chapel, and a very touching story is told in connection with it It was built by an infidel He had a praying wife, but he would not listen to her, would not allow her pastor even to take dinner with them; would not look at the Bible, would not allow religion even to be talked of. She made up her mind, seeing she could not influence him by her voice, that every day she would pray to God at twelve o'clock for his salvation. She said nothing to him, but every day at that hour she told the Lord about her husband. At the end of twelve months there was no change in him. But she did not give up, Six months more went past Her faith be- gan to waver, and she said, MWill I have to give him up at last? Perhaps when I am dead He will answer my prayers." When ihe had got to that point, it seemed just as i£ God had got hmAND ILLUSTRATIONS. where he wanted her. The man came home to dinner one day. His wife was in the dining-room waiting for him, but he didnt come in. She waited some time, and finally looked for him all through the house. At last she thought of going into the little room where she had prayed so often. There he was, praying at the same bed with agony, where she had prayed for so many months, asking forgiveness for his sins. And this is a lesson to you wives who have infidel husbands. The Lord saw that wo- man's faith and answered her prayers. Mr, Morehouse's Illustration. I remember Mr. Morehouse, while here four years ago, used an illustration which has fastened itself on my mind. He said, suppose you go up the street and meet a man whom you have known for the last ten years to be a beggar, and you notice a change in his appearance, and you say, "Halloo, beggar, what's come over you?" "I ain't no beggar. Don't call me beggar." "Why," you say, "I saw you the other day begging in the street" "Ah, but a change has taken place," he replies. "Is that so? how did it come about?" you inquire. "Well," he says, "I came out this morning and got down here intending to catch the business men and get all the money out of them, when one of them came up to me and said there was $10,000 deposited for me." "How do you know this is true?" you say. "I went to the bank and they put the money in my hand." "Are you sure of that?" you ask; "how do you know it was the right kind of a hand?" But he says; "I don't care whether it was the right kind of a hand or not; I got the money, and that's all I wanted." And so people are looking to see if they've got the right kind of a hand before they accept God by it They have but to accept his testimony and^they are saved, for, as John says, " He that hath received His testimony hath set his seal that God is true." Is there a man in this assemblage who will receive His testimony and set his seal that God is true? Proclaim that God speaks the truth. Make yourself a liar, but make God's testimony truthful. Take Wm at His word S"4 MOODYS ANECDOTES FmUK Faith More Powerful than Gunpowder. I remember at one of the meetings at Nashville, during th« war, a young man came to me, trembling from head to foot "What is the trouble?" I asked. "There is a letter I got from my sister, and she tells me every night as the sun goes down she goes down on her knees and prays for me.* This man was brave, had been in a number of battles; he could stand before the can- non's mouth, but yet this letter completely upset him. " I have been trembling ever since I received it" Six hundred miles away the faith of this girl went to work, and its influence was felt by the brother. He did not believe in prayer; he did not believe in Christianity; he did not believe in his mother's Bible. This mother was a praying woman, and when she died she left on earth a praying daughter. And when God saw her faith and heard that prayer, he answered her. How many sons and daugh- ters could be saved if their mothers and fathers had but faith. GOLD. —God will honor our faith. —There is nothing on this earth that pleases Christ so much as faith. —Faith is the foundation of all society. We have only to kok around and see this. —I believe there is no man in the world so constituted but he can believe in God's word. He simply tells you to beb$ve in Him, and He will save you. —When I was converted twenty years ago I felt a faith m God; but five years after I had a hundred times more faith, and five yean ago I had more than ever, because I became better ac- quainted with Him. I have read up the Word, and I see that the Lord has done so and so, and then I have turned to where He has promised to perform it, and when I see this I have reason to Mitre in Him.library OF THE UNIVERSITY Of UA.WOBJesus and the Woman Taken in Adultery. John, viii, 3-11AND ILLUSTRATIONS. «S FORGIVENESS. How Moody's Mother Forgave her Prodigal Son. I can give you a little experience of my own family. Before I was fourteen years old the first thing I remember was the death of my father. He had been unfortunate in business, and failed. Soon after his death the creditors came in and took everything. My mother was left with a large family of children. One calam- ity after another swept over the entire household. Twins were added to the family, and my mother was taken sick. The eldest boy was fifteen years of age, and to him my mother looked as a stay in her calamity, but all &t once that boy became a wan- derer. He had been reading some of the trashy novels, and the belief had seized him that he had only to go away to make a for* tune. Away he went I can remember how eagerly she used to look for tidings of that boy; how she used to send us to the post- office to see if there was a letter from him, and recollect how we used to come back with the sad news, "No letter." I remember how in the evenings we used to sit beside her in that New Eng- land home, and we would talk about our father; but the moment the name of that boy was mentioned she would hush us into silence. Some nights when the wind was very high, and the house, which was upon a hill, would tremble at every gust, the voice of my mother was raised in prayer for that wanderer who had treat ed her so unkindly. I used to think she loved him more than all the rest of us put together, and I believe she did. On a Thanksgiving day—you know that is a family day in New Eng- land—she used to set a chair for him, thinking he would return home. Her family grew up and her boys left home. When I got so that I could write, I sent letters all over the country, hut could find no trace of him. One day while in Boston the newsif# MOODY'S ANECDOTES Forgiv truss. reached me that he had returned. While in that city, I remem< ber how I used to look for him in every store—he had a mark on his face—but I never got any trace. One day while my mother wag sitting at the door, a stranger was seen coming toward the house, and when he came to the door he stopped. My mother didn't know her boy. He stood there with folded arms and great beard flowing down his breast, his tears trickling down his face. When my mother saw those tears she cried, "Oh, it's my lost son," and entreated him to come in. But he stood still. "No, mother," he said, "I will not come in till I hear first you have forgiven me." Do you believe she was not willing to for- give him? Do you think she was likely to keep him long stand- ing there? She rushed to the threshold and threw her arms around him, and breathed forgiveness. Ah, sinner, if you but ask God to be merciful to you a sinner, ask Him for forgiveness, al- though your life has been bad—ask Him for mercy, and He will not keep you long waiting for an answer. A Rich Father visits his Dying Prodigal Son in a Garret and Forgives him. There is a story told of Mr. William Dawson, which I would like to relate. While preaching in London, one night at the close of his sermon, he said that there was not one in all London whom Christ could not save. In the morning a young lady called upon him and said: "Mr. Dawson, in your sermon last night you said that * there was no man in all London whom Christ could not save.' I find a young man in my district who says he cannot be saved, and who will not listen to me. Won't you go and see him? I am sure you can do more with him than I can." Mr. Dawson readily assented, and went with the young lady to the East End—up one of those narrow streets there, and at the top of a rickety staircase found a garret, in which a man was stretched upon straw. He bent over him and said, "Friend." "FriendI" said the young man, turning upon him, "you must take me for some other person. I have no friends." "Ah," replied theForgiveness. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 117 Christian, "you are mistaken. Christ is the sinner's friend." The man thought this too good. "Why," said he, "my whole family have east me off; every friend I had has left me, and no one cares for me." Mr. Dawson spoke to him kindly, and quoted promise after promise—told him what Christ had suffered to give him eternal life. At first his efforts were fruitless,but finallythe light of the gospel began to break in on the young man,and the first sign was his heart went out to those he had injured. And, my friends,this is one of the first indications of the acceptance of Christ with the sinner. He said: "I could die in peace now if my father would but forgive me." ''Well," replied the man of God, "I will go and see your father and ask him for his forgive- ness." "No, no," was the sad answer of the young man, "you cannot go near him. My father has disinherited me \ he has taken my name from the family records; he has forbidden the mention of my name in his house by any of the family or servants in his presence, and you needn't go." However,Mr. Dawson obtained the address, and went away to the west end of London, ascended the steps of a beautiful villa, and rang the bell. A servant in livery came to the door and conducted him to the drawing-room. There was everything in that house for comfort and luxury that money could purchase. He could not help contrasting the scene of poverty in that garret with the scene of luxuriant elegance everywhere around him. Presently a proud,haughty-looking merchant came in,and as he stepped forward to shake hands with Mr. Dawson that gentleman said: "I believe you have a son named Joseph?" and the mer- chant threw back his hand and drew himself up. "If you come to speak of him—that reprobate— I want you to go away. I have no son of that name. I disown him. If he has been talking to you he has been only deceiving you." "Well," replied Mr. Daw- son, "he is your boy now, but he won't be long." The father stood for a minute looking at the Christian,and then asked: "Is Joseph sick?" "Yes," was the reply, "he is at the point of death. I only come to ask your forgiveness for him, that he may die in peace. I don't ask any favor; when he dies we will bury him.wni MOODY'S ANECDOTES Ftrgtoensu. The father put his hands to his face and great tears rolled down his cheeks, as he said, "Can you take me to him?" In a rery short time he was in that narrow street where his son was dying, and as he mounted the filthy stairs it hardly seemed possi- ble that the boy could be in such a place. When he entered the garret he could hardly recognize his son, and when he bent over him the boy opened his eyes and said: "O, father, can you— will you forgive me?" and the father answered: "O Joseph, I would have forgiven you long ago if you had wanted me to." That haughty man laid his boy's head on his bosom and the son told him what Christ had done for him; how He had forgiven his sins, brought peace to his soul; how that Son of God had found him in that poor garret, and had done all for him. The father wanted the servant to take him home. "No, father,1'said the boy, "I have but a short time to live, and I would rather die here." He lingered a few hours, and passed from that garret in the East End to the everlasting hills. Moody in a Billiard Hall.—A Remarkable Story. In a meeting recently a man got up. I didn't know him at first. When I was here he was a rumseller, and broke up his business and went to the mountains. This is how it happened. When I was here before, he opened a saloon and a grand billiard halL It was one of the most magnificent billiard halls in Chicago, all elegantly gilded and frescoed. For the opening he sent me an invitation to be present, which I accepted, and went .around before he opened it. I saw the partners and asked them if they would allow me to bring a friend. They said certainly, but asked me who it was. Well, I said it wasn't necessary to tell who it was, but said I, "I never go without him." They began to mistrust me. "Who is it?" they again inquired. "Well, I'll come with him and if I see anything wrong I'll ask him to forgive you." "Come," said they, "we don't want any praying." "You've given me an invitation, and I am going to come." "But if you do come you needn't pray." "Well," said I, I'll tell you what well do, weH •ompromise the matter, and if you don't want me to come gadForgiveness. AND ILL USTRA TIONS. 119 pray for you when you open, let me pray for both of you now," which they agreed to. It turned out that one of them had a praying mother, and the prayer touched his heart, and the other had a sister in heaven. I asked God to bless their souls, and just to break their business to pieces. In a few months their business did all go to pieces. The man who got up in the prayer meeting told me a story that touched my soul. He said with his business he hadn't prospered—he failed, and went away to the Rocky Mountains. Life became a burden to him. and he made up his mind that he would go to some part of the mountains and put an end to his days. He took a sharp knife with him which he pro- posed driving into his heart. He sought a part of the mountains to kill himself. He had the knife ready to plunge into his heart when he heard a voice—it was the voice of his mother. He re- membered her words when she was dying, even though he was a boy. He heard her say, u Johnny, if you get into trouble, pray." That knife dropped from his hand, and he asked God to be mer- ciful to him. He was accepted, and he came back to Chicago and lifted up his voice to Him. He may be in this Tabernacle to-night. Just the moment he cried for mercy he got it. If you only cry, "God, be merciful to me a sinner," He will hear you. Moody and the Judge. A number of years ago as I was coming out of a daily prayer meeting in one of our Western cities, a lady came up to me and said: "I want to have you see my husband and ask him to come to Christ." She says, "I want to have you go and see him." She told me his name, and it was a man I had heard of before. "Why," said I, "I can't go and see your husband. He is a booked infidel. I can't argue with him. He is a good deal older than I am, and it would be out of place. Then I am not much for in- fidel argument." "Well, Mr. Moody," she says, "thatain't what he wants. He's got enough of that. Just ask him to come to the Saviour." She urged me so hard and so strong, that I con- sented to go. I went to the office where the judge was doing business, and told him what I had come for. He laughed at me1M u Yon we very foolish,* he said, and began to argue with me. I raid, "I don't think it will be profitable for me to hold an argu- ment with you. I have just one favor I want to ask of you, and that is, that when you are converted you will let me know." " Yes,* said he, " I will do that When I am converted I will Let you know"—with a good deal of sarcasm. I went off, and requests for prayer were sent here and to Fulton street, New York, and I thought the prayers there and of that wife would be answered if mine were not A year and a half after, I was in that city, and a servant came to the door and said: "There is a man in the front parlor who wishes to see you." I found the Judge there; he said: "I promised I would let you know when I was converted." "Well, "said I, "tell me all about xt" I had heard it from other lips, but I wanted to hear it from his own. He said his wife had gone out to a meeting one night and he was home alone, and while he was sitting there by the fire he thought: "Supposing my wife is right, and my children are right; suppose there is a heaven and a hell, and I shall be separated from them." His first thought was, "I don't believe a word of it" The second thought came, "You believe in the God that created you, and that the God that created you is able to teach you. You believe that God can give you life." "Yes, the God that created me can give me life. I was too proud to get down on my knees by the fire, and I said, ' O God, teach me.' And as I prayed, I don't understand it, but it began to get very dark, and my heart got very heavy. I was afraid to tell my wife, and I pre- tended to be asleep. She kneeled down beside that bed, and I knew she was praying for me. I kept crying, *0 God, teach me.' I had to change my prayer, ' O God save me; O God, take away this burden.' But it grew darker and darker, and the load grew heavier and heavier. All the way to my office I kept crying, 4 O God, take away this load of guilt; I gave my clerks a holiday, and just closed my ofike and locked the door. I fell down on my face; I cried in agony to my Lord, ' O Lord, for Chris?s sake take away this guilt' I don't know how it was, but it began to grow very light. I said, I wonder if this isn't what they call con-* Forgiveness. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 121 version. I think I will go and ask the minister if I am not con- verted. I met my wife at the door and said, 'My dear,I've been converted.' She looked in amazement. 'Oh it's a fact; I've been converted!' We went into the drawing-room and knelt down by the sofa and prayed God to bless us." The old Judge said to me, the tears trickling down his cheeks, "Mr. Moody,I've enjoyed life more in the last three months than in all the years of my life put together." If there is an infidel here—if there is a skeptical one here, ask God to give you wisdom to come now. Let us reason together, and if you become acquainted with God the day will not go before you receive light from Him. Reuben Johnson Pardoned, I want to tell you a scene that occurred some time ago. Our Commissioner went to the Governor of the State and asked him if he wouldn't pardon out five men at the end of six months who stood highest on the list for good behavior. The Governor con- sented, and the record was to be kept secret; the men were not to know anything about it. The six months rolled away and the prisoners were brought up—1,100 of them—and the President of the commission came up and said: "I hold in my hand pardons for five men." I never witnessed anything like it. Every man held his breath,and you could almost hear the throbbing of every man's heart. "Pardon for five men," and the Commissioner went on to tell the men how they had got these pardons—how the Governor had given them,but the Chaplain said the surprise was so great that he told the Commissioner to read fche names first and tell the reason afterward. The first name was called—'Reuben Johnson'—and he held out the pardon, but not a man moved. He looked all around, expecting to see a man spring to his feet at once; but no one moved. The Commissioner turned to the officer of the prisoner and inquired: "Are all the convicts here ?" "Yes," was the reply, "Reuben Johnson, come forward and get your pardon; you are no longer a criminal." Still no one moved. The real Reuben Johnson was looking all the time behind- him, and around him to see where Reuben was. The ChaplainIt* saw him standing right in front of the Commissioner, and beck- oned to him; but he only turned and looked around him, think- ing that the Chaplain might mean some other Reuben. A sec- ond time he beckoned to Reuben and called to him, and a sec- ond time the man looked around. At last the Chaplain said to him: " You are the Reuben." He had been there for nineteen years, having been placed there for life, and he could not con- ceive it would be for him. At last it began to dawn upon him. and he took the pardon from the Commissioner's hand, saw his name attached to it, and wept like a child. This is the way that men make out pardons for men; but, thank God, we have not to come to-night and say we have pardons for only five men —for those who have behaved themselves. We have assurance of pardon for every man. " Whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.* GOLD. —All you have got to do is to prove that yon are a sinner, and I will prove that you have got a Saviour. —Do you believe the Lord will call a poor sinner, and then cast him out? Nol his word stands forever, "Him that cometh unto Me I will in no wise cast out" —If God put Adam out of this earthly Eden on account of one sin, do you think He will let us into the Paradise above with our tens of thousands sins upon us. —The only charge they could bring against Christ down here was, that He was receiving bad men. They are the very kind of men He is willing to receive. —"Lord, you don't really mean that we shall preach the Gos- pel to those men that murdered you, to those men that took your life?" *Yes," says the Lord, wgo and preach the Gospel to those Jerusalem sinners." I can imagine Him saying: "Go and hunt up that man that put the cruel crown of thorns upon My brow, and preach the Gospel to him. Tell him he shall have a crown in My kingdom without a thorn in itOf THE UNIVERSITY OF 1UJH08The Star in the East. Matthew, ii, 1-12.AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 123 GRACE. Moody's First Sermon on Grace. I remember preaching one night in winter—one of the cold- est winters we had—the winter after the Chicago fire. I had been studying up grace, and it was the first time I had spoken of it, and I was just full of it. I started out of the house,I remember, ~ and the first man I met I asked him if he knew anything about the grace of God,and I tried to preach to him. This man thought I was crazy. I ran on and met another, and finally got up to the meeting. That night I thought I was speaking to a lot of people who felt as I did about grace, and when I got through I asked any one who would like to hear about grace—who had any interest in it, to stay. I expected some would have stayed, but what was my mortification to see the whole audience rise up and go away. They hadn't any interest in grace; they didn't want to learn anything about grace. I put my coat and hat on and was going out of the hall,when I saw a poor fellow at the back of the furnace crying. "I want to hear about the grace of God," said he. "You're the man I want, then," said I. "Yes," the poor fellow said, "you said in your sermon that it was free, and I want you to tell me something about it." Well, I got to talking to him, and he told me a pitiful story. He had drank away twenty thou- sand dollars, his home had been broken up, and his wife and children had left him. I spoke to him, and it was not long be- fore we were down together praying. That night I got him a night's lodging in the Bethel,and next day we got him on his feet, and when I went to Europe he was one of the most earnest work- ers we had. He was just a partaker of grace—believed that the peace of God was sufficient for him,and he took God at his word and he was a saved man.MOODYS ANECDOTES Grm*. Dr. Arnott's Dog "Rover." I remember when Dr. Arnott, who has gone to God, wag de- livering a sermon, he used this illustration. The sermon and text have all gone, but that illustration is fresh upon my mind to-night and brings home the truth. He said: "You have been some- times out at dinner with a friend, and you have seen the faithful household dog standing watching every mouthful his master takes. All the crumbs that fall on the floor he picks up, and seems eager for them, but when his master takes a plate of beef and puts it on the floor and says, 'Rover, here's something for you/ he comes up and smells of it, looks at his master, and goes away to a cor- ner of the room. He was willing to eat the crumbs, but he wouldn't touch the roast beef—thought it was too good for him." That is the way with a good many Christians. They are willing to eat the crumbs, but not willing to take all God wants. Come boldly to the throne of grace and get the help we need; there is an abundance for every man, woman and child in the assem- blage. Young Moody Penniless in Boston is Warned by his Sister to " Beware of Pickpockets." I remember when I was a boy and went to Boston, I went to the postoffice two or three times a day to see if there was a letter for me. I knew there was not, as there was but one mail a day. I had not had any employment and was very homesick, and so went constantly to the postoffice, thinking perhaps when the mail did come in my letter had been mislaid. At last, how- ever, I got a letter. It was from my youngest sister, the first let- ter she ever wrote to me. I opened it with a light heart thinking there was some good news from home, but the burden of the whole letter was that she had heard there were pickpockets in Boston, and warned me to take care of them. I thought I had better get some money in hand first, and then I might take care of pickpockets. And so you must take care to remember salva- tion is a gift You don't work for salvation, but work day andGrmee. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. night after you hare got it Get it first before you do anything, but don't try to get it yourself. Look at what Paul says in Ephe- sians: "For by grace are ye saved through faith, and that not of yourself,it is the gift of God"—it is the gift of God—"Not of works, lest any man should boast." There is one thing we know: We have all got to get into heaven the same way. We cannot work our way there; we have to take our salvation from God. A Heavy Draw on Alexander the Great. There is a story told of Alexander the Great. A general in his army was a great favorite with him, and he told him to draw anything from his treasury that he wanted. Well, he presented a bill to the treasurer, and the treasurer wouldn't honor it It was for such an enormous amount that the treasurer was astonished. The General went rushing to the Emperor and told him, and he called the treasurer and said, "Didn't I tell you to honor the draft of the General." "But," replied the treasurer, "do you under- stand its amount?" "Never mind what it is," replied the Empe- ror, "he honors me and my kingdom by making a great draft" And so we honor God by asking for grace in abundance. I tell you, my friends, it is a pity there are so many half-starved, mean Christians around when God says, "Come and get all you want" A Long Ladder Tumbles to the Ground. I remember hearing of a man who dreamt that he built a lad- der from earth to heaven, and when he did a good deed up went his ladder a few feet. When he did a very good deed his ladder ' went higher, and when he gave away large sums of money to the poor up it went further stilL By and by it went out of sight, and years rolled on, and it went up, he thought, past the clouds, clear into heaven. When he died he thought he would step off his lad- der into heaven, but he heard a voice roll out from paradise, "He that climbeth up another way, the same is a thief and a rob- ber, " and down he came, ladder and all, and he awoke. He said if he wanted to get salvation he must get it another way than by good deeds, and he took the other way.It# MOODY'S ANECDOTES Grmt* GOLD. —Wc mnst not limit the mighty grace of God. —Grace means undeserved kindness. It is the gift of God to man the moment he sees he is unworthy of God's favor.. —A man does not get grace till he comes down to the ground, till he sees he needs grace. When a man sloops to die dust and acknowledges that he needs mercy, then it is that the Lord will give him grace. —If you are ready to partake of grace yf the doctrine of the resurrection, and just show the world what at fraud it was, while Lord Lyttleton was going to take up the conversion of Saul, and just show the folly of it These men were £oing to annihilate that doctrine and that incident of the gospeL A Frenchman said it took twelve fishermen to build up Christ's religion, but one Frenchman pulled it down. From Calvary this doctrine rolled along the stream of time, through the eighteen hundred years, down to us, and West got at it and be- gan to look at the evidence; but instead of his being able to cope with it he found it perfectly overwhelming—the proof that Christ had risen, that He had come out of the sepulcher and ascended to heaven and led captivity captive. The light dawned upon him, &nd he became an expounder of the word of God and a chaibjifion of Christianity. And Lord Lyttleton, that infidel and ikep&c, hadn't been long at the conversion of Saul before the God *4 Saul broke upon his sight, and he too, began to preach. GOLD. —What reason have I for doubting God's own word? —I just as much believe that God sent Christ into the world to be the Saviour of the world, as I believe that I existMOODYS ANECDOTES INTEMPERANCE. Cast Out But Rescued. I met a man in New York who was an earnest worker, and I asked him to tell me his experience. He said he had been a drunkard for over twenty years. His parents had forsaken him, and his wife had cast him off and married some one else. He went into a lawyer's office in Poughkeepsie, mad with drink. This lawyer proved a good Samaritan, and reasoned with him, and told him he could be saved. The man scouted the idea. He said: "I must be pretty low when my father and mother, my wife and kindred, have cast me off, and there is no hope for me here or hereafter.1* But this good Samaritan showed him how it was possible to secure salvation, got him on his feet, got him on his beast, like the good Samaritan of old, and guided his face toward Zion. And this man said to me: MI have not drank a glass of liquor since." He is now leader of a young men's meeting in New York. I asked him to come last Saturday night to Northfield, my native town, where there are a good many drunkards, think- ing he might encourage them to seek salvation. He came and brought a young man with him. They held a meeting, and it seemed as if the power of God rested upon that meeting when these two men went on telling what God had done for them— how He had destroyed the works of the devil in their hearts, and brought peace and unalloyed happiness to their souls. These grog shops here are the works of the devil—they are ruining men's souls every hour. Let us fight against them, and let our prayers go up in our battles. It may seem a very difficult thing for as, tout it k a very easy thing for God to convert rumsellersfThe Destruction of Sodom. Genesis, xix.1®RABY ft fm ofJbUtmftrmu*. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. The way of the Transgressor is Hard. There was a man whom I knew who was an inveterate drinker. He had a wife and children. He thought he could stop whenever he felt inclined, but he went the ways of most moder- ate drinkers. I had not been gone more than three years, and when I returned I found that that mother had gone down to her grave with a broken heart, and that man was the murderer of the wife of his bosom. Those children have all been taken away from him, and he is now walking up and down those streets homeless. But four years ago he had a beautiful and a happy home with his wife and children around him. They are gone; probably he will never see them again. Perhaps he has come in here to-night If he has, I ask him: Is not the way of the transgressor hard? A Rum-Seller's Son Blows his Brains Out. Look at that rum-seller. When we talk to him he laughs at u*. He tells you there is no hell, no future—there is no retribu- tion. I've got one man in my mind now who ruined nearly all the sons in his neighborhood. Mothers and fathers went to him and begged him not to sell their children liquor. He told them it was his business to sell liquor, and he was going to sell liquor to every one who came. The saloon was a blot upon the place as dark as hell But the man had a father's heart He had a son,. He didn't worship God, but he worshiped that boy. He didn't remember that whatsoever a man soweth so shall he reap. My friends, they generally reap what they sow. It may not come soon, but the retribution will come. If you ruin other men's sons some other man will ruin yours. Bear in mind God is a God of equity; God is a God of justice. He is not going to allow you to ruin men and then escape yourself. If we go against his laws we suffer. Time rolled on and that young man became a slave to drink, and his life became such a burden to him that he put a revolver to his head and blew his brains out The father lived a few years, but his life was as bitter as gall, and then went down to his grave in sorrow. Ah, my friends, it is hard to kick against the pricks.«4* - A Distiller Interrogates Moody. In Europe in a place where there was a good deal of whisky distilled, one of the men in the business was a church member, and got a little anxious in his conscience about his business. He came and asked me if I thought that a man could not be an hon- est distiller. I said, You should do whatever you do for the glory of God. If you can get down and pray about a barrel of whis- ky, and say, for instance, when you sell it, "O Lord God, let this whisky be blessed to the world," it is probably honest The Most Hopeless -Man in New York now a Sunday- School Superintendent. A young man in one of our meetings in New York got up and thrilled the audience with his experience. "I want to tell you," he said, "that nine months ago a Christian came to my house and said he wanted me to become a Christian. He talked to me kindly and encouragingly, pointing out the error of my ways, and I become converted. I had been a hard drinker, but since that time I have not touched a drop of liquor. If any one had asked who the most hopeless man in town was they would have pointed to me." To-day this man is the superintendent of a Sab- bath-schooL Eleven years ago, when I went to Boston, I had a cousin who wanted a little of my experience. I gave him all the help I could, and he became a Christian. He did not know how near death was to him. He wrote to his brother and said: " 1 am very anxious to get your soul to Jesus.n The letter somehow went to another city, and lay from the 28th of February till the 28th of March—just one month. He saw it was in his brother's handwriting, and tore it open and read the above words. It struck a chord in his heart, and was the means of converting him. And this was the Christian who led this drunken man to Christ Thi« young man had a neighbor who had drank for forty years, and he went to that neighbor and told him what God had done for him, and the result was another conversion. I tell you these things to encourage you to believe that the drunkard can be saved.*4* A Remarkable Case. 1 may relate a little experience. In Philadelphia, at one of our meetings, a drunken man rose up. Till that time I had no faith that a drunken man could be converted. When anyone approached he was generally taken out This man got up and shouted. "I want to be prayed for." The friends who were with him tried to draw him away, but he shouted only louder, and for three times he repeated the request His call was attended to and he was converted God has power to convert a man even if he is drunk. "O Edward." I remember going into a young converts' meeting in Philar delphia, where I heard a story that thrilled my souL A young man said he had been a great drunkard. He had lost one situa- tion after another, till finally he came to the very dregs. He left Philadelphia, and went first to Washington, and then to Baltimore. One night he came back to Philadelphia. He had lost his key and could not get into his home. He was afraid to go into the house while the people were stirring, so he staid outside watching till all had retired. He knew that after that there would be at least one who would hear him and come to the door. He went to the door; he knocked; when he heard the footsteps of his mother. "O Edward," said she, "I am so glad to see you/ She did not re- prove him; did not rebuke him. He went up stairs and did not come down for two days. When he came to, the servants were walking about the house very softly—everything was quiet. They told him that his mother was at the point of death. His brother was a physician, and he went to him and asked him if it was so. "Yes, Ned," said he, "mother can't live." He immediately went up stairs, and asked his mother's forgiveness, and prayed to his mother's God to have mercy upon him. "And God," said her "my mother's God, heard my prayers," and the tears trickled down his face and he said: "God has kept me straight these four years in the face of all trials." O sinner, ask for His grace and might; do not turn Him away.MfOOD Y*S ANECDOTES JkUmperami. Moody Asks a Few Questions. Let me ask you a question. Do you think that those gam- blers, thieves, harlots, and drunkards who are trampling the ten commandments under their feet, they who have never given any respect to God's Word or to His instructions—do you think they will be swept into the kingdom of heaven, against their will? Do you think those antedeluvians who were so sinful that God could not let them live on the earth would be swept into Paradise and Noah left to wade through the deluge? Do you think that these people, too corrupt for earth, would go there? As I have said before, an unregenerated man in heaven would make a hell of it An unregenerated man couldn't stay there. Why, some of you cannot wait an hour here to listen to the Word of God. Be- fore the hour expires you want to go out. Some of you just wish it was over so that you could go and get a drink in some of those saloons. 1 tell you, from the very depths of my heart, I believe heaven would be a hell to an unregenerated man. "I don't want to be here," he would say. My friends, heaven is a prepared place for prepared people, and no one will ever see the kingdom of God without being born of God The Drunken Father and his Praying Child. I remember when out in Kansas, while holding a meeting, 1 saw a little boy who came up to the window crying. I went to him and said: "My little boy, what is yoijr trouble?" "Why, Mr. Moody, my mother's dead, and my father drinks, and they don't love me, and the Lord won't have anything to do with me because I am a podfr drunkard's boy." "You have got a wrong idea, my boy, Jesus will love you and save you and your father too," and I told him a story of a little boy in an Eastern city. The boy said his father would never allow the canting hypocrites of Chris- tians to come into his house, and would never allow his child to go to Sunday-school. A kind-hearted man got his little boy and brought him to Christ When Christ gets into a man's heart lie cannot help bat pray. This father had been drinking one day aad wmmg hes&e lie heard that boy praying. He went to ham andIntemperance AND ILLUSTRATIONS. *43 said: "I don't want you to pray any more. YouVe been along with some of those Christians. If I catch you praying again Fll flog you." But the boy was filled with God and he couldn't help praying. The door of communication was opened between him and Christ, and his father caught him praying again. He went to him. "Didn't I tell you never to pray again? If I catch you at it once more you leave my house." He thought he would stop him. One day the old tempter came upon the boy, and he did something wrong and got flogged When he got over his mad fit he forgot the threats of his father and went to pray. His father had been drinking more than usual, and coming in found the boy offering a prayer. He caught the boy with a push and said, "Didn't I tell you never to pray again? Leave this house. Get your things packed up and go." The little fellow hadn't many things to get together—a drunkard's boy never has, and went up to his moth- er's room. "Good-by, mother." "Where are you going?" "I don't know where Fll go, but father says I cannot stay here any longer; I've been praying again," he said. The mother knew it wouldn't do to try to keep the boy when her husband had ordered him away, so she drew him to her bosom and kissed him, and bid him good-by. He went to his brothers and sisters and kissed them good-by. When he came to the door his father was there and the little fellow reached out his hand—"Good-by, father; as long as I live I will pray for you," and left the house. He hadn't been gone many minutes when the father rushed after him. "My boy, if that is religion, if it can drive you away from father and mother and home; I want it" Yes, may be some little boy here to-night has got a drinking father and mother. Lift your voice to heaven, and the news will be carried up to heaven, "He prays." GOLD. —Hie dnmkafd, the open blasphemer, the worst sinners, are precisely the ones that need Jews most The well don't need Him aftatt. —There is many a gem m these bifcard haHs that only *eeds the way pointed out to ill their souls with the love of Christ»44 MOODYS ANECDOTES LIBERTY. Old Sambo and "Massa." A friend of mine said he was down in Natchez bemre the war, and he and a friend of his went out riding one Saturday— they were teaching school through the week—and they drew out back from Natchez. It was a beautiful day, and they saw an old slave coming up, and they thought they would have a little fun. They had just come to a place where there was a fork N the road, and there was a sign-post which read, "40 miles to f Jber- iy.w One of the young men said to the old darkey iMver, u Sambo, how old are you?" "I don't know, massa. I guess Fse about eighty." "Can you read?" "No, sah; we don't read in dis country. Ifs agin the law.* "Can you tell what is on that sign-post?" "Yes, sah; it says 40 miles to Liberty." "Well, now," said my friend, "why don't you follow that road and get your liberty. It says there, i only 40 miles to Liberty.' Now* why don't you take that road and go there?" The old man's countenance changed, and he said, "Oh, young massa, that is all a sham. If the post pointed out the road to the liberty that God gives, we might try it There could be no sham in that" My friend said he had never heard anything more eloquent from the lips of a preacher. God wants all his sons to have liberty. "Liberty Now and Forever." When Miss Smiley went down South to teach, she weni to a hotel and found everything covered with dirt The table* were dirty, &shes dirty, beds were dirty. So die called an old colored woman who was m the house, and said, "Now you know that the Nor&^fn people set you at liberty. I came from the North aad I 4oat like dirt, so I wa&*t you to clean the house." He old ooLThe Destruction of Sennacherib's Host. II Kings, xix0^ Liberty. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. US orcd woman set to work, and it seemed as if she did more work in that half day than she had done in a month before. When the lady got back the colored woman came to her and said, "Now, is I free or ben't I not? When I go to my old massa he says I ain't free, and when I go to my own people they say 1 is, and I don't know whether I'm free or not. Some people told me Abraham Lincoln signed a proclamation, but massa says he didn't; he hadn't any right to." So Christian people go along, not knowing whether they are free or not. Why, when they have the Spirit they are as free as air. Christ came for that. He didn't come to set us free and then leave u£ in servitude. He came to give us liberty now and forever. Out of Libby Prison. There was a story told me while I was in Philadelphia, by Capt Trumbull. He said when he was in Libby Prison the news came that his wife was in Washington, and his little child was dying: and the next news that came was that his child was dead, and the mother remained in Washington in hopes that her hus- band could come with her and take that child off to Ntw Eng- land and bury it; but that was the last he heard. One day the news came into the prison that there was a boat up from City Point, and there were over nine hundred men in the prison re- joicing at once. They expected to get good news. Then came the news that there was only one man in that whole number that was to be let go, and they all began to say, "Who is it?" "It was some one who had some influential friend at Washington that had persuaded the government to take an interest in him and get him out The whole prison was excited. At last an officer came and shouted at the top of his voice, "Henry Clay Trumbull JM The chaplain told me his name never sounded so sweet to him as it did that day. That was election,, but you can't find any Henry Clay Trumbull in the Bible. There is no special case in the Bible. God's proclamations are to all sinners. Everybody can get out of prison that wants to. The trouble is, they dr \ want to go. They had rather be captives to some darling soil xo146 MOODY'S ANECDOTES Liberty. An Emperor Sets Forty Million Slaves Free. Once the Emperor of Russia had a plan by which he wfti to liberate the serfs of that country. There were forty million! ©f them. Of some of them, their whole time was sold, of others, only a part The Emperor called around him his council, and wanted to have them devise some way to set the slaves at liberty. After they had conferred about it for six months, one night the council sent in their decision, sealed, that they thought it was not expedient The Emperor went down to the Greek Church that night and partook of the Lord's Supper, and he set his house in order, and the next morning you could hear the tramp of soldiers in the streets of St Petersburgh. The Emperor summoned his guard, and before noon sixty-five thousand men were surround- ing that palace. Just at midnight there came out a proclamation that every slave in Russia was forever set free. The proclama- tion had gone forth, and all the slaves of the realm believed it They have been free ever since. Suppose they had not belie zed it? They never then would have got the benefit of it If one man can liberate forty millions, has not God got the power to liber- ate every captive? Moody on "Duty"—How He Loves His Mother, I have an old mother away down in the Connecticut moun tains, and I have been in the habit of going to see her every year for twenty years. Suppose I go there and say, k Mother, you were very kind to me when I was young—you were very good to me; when father died you worked hard for us all to keep us to- gether, and so I have come to see you because it is my duty.n I went then only because it was my duty. Then she would say to - me, "Well, my son, if you only come to see me because it is your ' duty, you need not come again.n And that is the way with a great many of the servants of God. They work for Him because it is their duty—not for love. Let us abolish this word duty, and feel that it is only a privilege to work for God, and let us try to remember that what is done merely from a sense of duty is not acceptable to GodLiberty. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. *47 Moody with Gen. Grant's Army in Richmond. It was my privilege to go to Richmond with Gen. Grant's army. Now just let us picture a scene. There are a thousand poor captives, and they are lawful captives, prisoners in Libby Prison. Talk to some of them that have been there for months and hear them tell their story. I have wept for hours to hear them tell how they suffered, how they could not hear from their homes and their loved ones for long intervals, and how sometimes they would get messages that their loved ones were dying and they could not get home to be with them in their dying hours. Let us, for illustration, picture a scene. One beautiful day in the Spring they are there in the prison. All news has been kept from them. They have not heard what has been going on around Richmond, and I can imagine one says one day, "Ah, boys, listen! I hear a band of musk, and it sounds as if they were playing the old battle cry of the Republic. It sounds as if they were playing "The star spangled banner! long may it wave o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!" And the hearts of the poor fellows begin to leap for joy. "I believe Richmond is taken. I believe they are coming to deliver us," and every man in that prison is full of joy, and by and by the sound comes nearer and they see it is so. It is the Union army) Next the doors of the prison are unlocked; they fly wide open, and those thousand men are set free. Wasn't that good news to them? Could there have been any better news? They are out of prison, out of bondage, deliv- ered. Christ came to proclaim liberty to the captive. Condemned to be Shot. There was a man came from Europe to this country a year or two ago, and he became dissatisfied and went to Cuba in 1867 when they had that great civil war there. Finally he was arrested lor a spy, court-martialed, and condemned to be shot He sent for the American Consul and the English Consul, and went on to prove to them that he was no spy. These two men were thoroughly convinced that the man was no spy, and they went to140 MOODY'S ANECDOTES. Lihrt, one of the Spanish officers and said, "This man you have con- demned to be shot is an innocent man.* "Well,* the Spanish officer says, "the man has been legally tried by our laws and con- demned, and the law must take its course and the man must die/ And the next morning the man was led out; the grave was already dug for him, and the black cap was put on him, and the soldiers were there ready to receive the order, "Fire," and in a few mo- ments the man would be shot and put in that grave and covered up, when who should rise up but the American Consul, who took the American flag and wrapped it around him, and the English Consul took the English flag and wrapped it around him, and &ey said to those soldiers, "Eire on those flags if you dare !* Not a man dared; there were two great governments behind those flags. And so God says, "Come under my banner, come under the banner of love, come under the banner of heaven.* God will take care of all that will come under His banner. Snapping the Chains. —In the North there was a minister talking to a man in the inquiry-room. The man says, "My heart is so hard, it seems as if it was chained, and I cannot come." "Ah," says the minister, "come along, chain and all," and he just came to Christ hard- hearted, chain and all, and Christ snapped the fetters, and set him free right there. So come along. If you are bound hand and foot by Satan, it is the work of God to break the fetters; you cannot break them. Napoleon and the Conscript. There is a well-known story told of Napoleon the First's time. In one of the conscriptions, during one of his many wars, a man was balloted as a conscript who did not want to go, but he had a friend who offered to go in his place. His friend joined the regi- ment in his name, and was sent off to the war. By and by a battle came on, in which he was killed, and they buried him on the battle-field. Some time after the Emperor wanted more men, amiLiberty. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 149 by some mistake the first man was balloted a second time. They went to take him but he remonstrated. aYou cannot take me." "Why not?" "I am dead," was the reply. "You are not dead; you are alive and well." "But I am dead,* he said. "Why, man, you must be mad. Where did you die?" "At such a battle, and you left me buried on such a battle-field." "You talk like a mad nan," they cried ; but the man stuck to his point that he had been lead and buried some months. "You look up your books," he said, "and see if it is not so." They looked, and found that he was right They found the man's name entered as drafted, sent to the war, and marked off as killed. "Look here," they said, "you didn't die; you must have got some one to go for you; it must have been your substitute"I know that," he said; "he died in my stead. You cannot touch me: I died in that man, and I go free. The law has no claim against me." They would not recognize the doctrine of substitution, and the case was carried to the Emperor. But he said that the man was right, that he was dead and buried in the eyes of the law, and that France had no claim against him. This story may or may not be true, but one thing I know is true; Jesus Christ suffered death for the sinner, and those who accept Him are free from the law. The King's Pardon. A man was once being tried for a crime, the punishment of which was death. The witnesses came in one by one and testi- fied to his guilt; but there he stood, quite calm and unmoved. The judge and the jury were quite surprised at his indifference; they could not understand how he could take such a serious mat- ter so calmly. When the jury retired, it did not take them many minutes to decide on a verdict "Guilty;" and when the judge was passing the sentence of death upon the criminal, he told him how surprised he was that he could be so unmoved in the prospect of death. When the judge had finished, the man put his hand in his bosom, pulled out a document, and walked out of the dock a free man. Ah, that was how he could be so calm; it was a free par- don from bis king, which he had in his pocket all the time. TheMOODY'S ANECDOTES. Libert* king had instructed him to allow the trial to proceed, and to produce the pardon only when he was condemned. No wonder^ then, that he was indifferent as to the result of the trial Now tftiAt is just what will make us joyful in the great day of judgment: we hare got a pardon from the Great King, and it is scaled wiffc the blood of His Son. GOLD. —If you believe on die Lord Jesus Christ you are free —There is no sin in the whole catalogue of sins you can name but Christ will deliver you from it perfectly. —We are led on by an unseen power that we have not got strength to resist, or else we are led on by the loving Son of God. —The trouble is, people do not know that Christ is a Deliverer. They foiget that the Son of God came to keep them from sin as as well as to forgive it —You say "I am afraid I cannot hold out" Well, Christ will hold out for you. There is no mountain that He will not climb with you if you will; He will deliver you from your besetting sin. —Satan rules all men that are in his kingdom. Some he rules through lust Some he rules through covetousness. Some he rales through appetite. Some he rules by their temper, but he rales them. And none will ever seek to be delivered until they get their eyes open and see that they have been taken captive. —When Christ was on the earth there was a woman in the tem- ple who was bowed almost to the ground with sin. Satan had bound her for eighteen years; but after all these years of bondage Christ delivered her. He spoke one word and she was free. She got up and walked home. How astonished those at home must tart beau to see her walking in. j?.Joseph Making Himself Known to His Brethren. Genesis, xlv.AND ILLUSTRATIONS. iff LITTLE FOLKS. The Little Child and the Big Book. I like to think of Christ as a burden bearer. A minister m one day moving his library up stairs. As the minister was going up stairs with his load of books his little boy came in and was very anxious to help his father. So his father just told him to go and get an armful and take them up stairs. When the father came back he met the little fellow about half way up the stairs tugging away with the biggest in the library. He couldn't manage to carry it up. The book was too big. So he sat down and cried. 'His father found him, and just took him in his arms, book and all, and carried him up stairs. So Christ will carry you and all youi burdens. The Horse that was Established. There was a little boy converted and he was full of praise. When God converts boy or man his heart Is full of joy—can't help praising. His father was a professed Christian. The boy wondered why he didn't talk about Christ, and didn't go down to the special meetings. One day, as the father was reading the pa- pers, the boy came to him and put his hand on his shoulder and said: "Why don't you praise God? Why don't you sing about Christ? Why don't you go down to these meetings that are being held?" The father opened his eyes, and looked at him and said, grufHy; "I am not carried away with any of these doctrines. 1 am established." A few days after they were getting out a load of wood. They put it on the cart. The father and the boy got on top of the load, and tried to get the horse to go. They used the whip, but the horse wouldn't move. They got off and tried toifs MOODYS ANECDOTES* LittU Folks. roll the wagon along, but they could move neithei the wagon noi the horse. "I wonder what's the matter?" said the father. "He's established," replied the boy. You may laugh at that, but this Is tbc way with a good many Christians, The Scotch Lassie and Dr. Chalmers. There is a sfory of Dr. Chalmers. A lady came to him and said: "Doctor, I cannot bring my child to Christ. Tve talked, and talked, but ifs of no use." The Doctor thought she had not much skill, and said, "Now you be quiet and I will talk to her alone." When the Doctor got the Scotch lassie alone he said to her, "They are bothering you a good deal about this question; now suppose I just tell your mother you don't want to be talked to any more upon this subject for a year. How will that do?" Well, the Scotch lassie hesitated a little, and then said she "didn't thihk it would be safe to wait for a year. Something might turn up. She might die before then." "Well, that's so," replied the doctor, "but suppose we say six months." She didn't think even this would be safe. "Thafs so," was the doctor's reply; "well, let us say three months. * After a little hesitation, the girl finally said, "I [don't think it would be safe to put it off for three months—don't think it would be safe to put it off at all," and they went down on their knees and found Christ Johnny, Cling Close to the Rock. little Johnny and his sister were one day going through a long, narrow railroad tunnel The railroad company had built small clefts here and there through the tunnel, so that if any one got caught in the tunnel When the train was passing, they could save themselves. After this little boy and girl had gone some distance in the tunnel they heard a train coming. They were frightened at first, but the sister just put her little brother in one cleft and she hurried and hid in another. The train came thun- dering along, and as it passed, the sister cried out: "Johnny, cling dote to the rock! Johnny, cling close to the rockl" and theyLiitU Folks, AND ILLUSTRATIONS. were safe. The "Rock of Ages" may be beaten by the storms and waves of adversity, but "cling close to the rock, Christians, and all will be welL" The waves don't touch the Christian; he if sheltered by the Rock "that is higher than I," by the One who is the strong arm, and the Saviour who is mighty and willing to save. Obedience. Stu^pose I say to my boy, "Willie, I want you to go out and bring me a glass of water.* He says he doesn't want to go. "I didn't ask you whether you wanted to go or not, Willie; I told you to go." "But I don't want to go,* he says. "I tell you, you must go and get me a glass of water." He does not like to go. But he knows I am very fond of grapes, and he is very fond of them himself, so he goes out, and some one gives him a beautiful cluster of grapes. He comes in and says, "Here, papa, here is a beautiful cluster of grapes for you." "But what about the water?" "Won't the grapes be acceptable, papa?" "No, my boy, the grapes are not acceptable; I won't take them; I want you to get me a glass of water." The little fellow doesn't want to get the water, but he goes out, and this time some one gives him an orange. He brings it in and places it before me. "Is that acceptable?" he asks. "No, no, no!" I say; "I want nothing but water; you can- not do anything to please me until you get the water.* And so» my friends, to please God you must first obey Him. Jumping into Father's Arms, I remember, while in Mobile attending meetings, a little inci- dent occurred which I will relate. It was a beautiful evening, and just before the meeting some neighbors and myself were sitting on'the front piazza enjoying the evening. One of the neighbors put one of his children upon a ledge eight feet high, and put out his hands and told him to, jump. Without the slightest hesi- tation he sprang into his father's arms. Another child was Rfted up, and he, too, readily sprang into the arms o* his father, lie picked up another boy, larger than t>* others, vwi taM w His154 MOOD ITS ANECDOTES. Little arms, but he wouldn't jump. He cried and screamed to b* taken down. The man begged the boy to jump, but it was of no use; he couldn't be induced to jump. The incident made me curious, and I stepped up to him and asked, "How was it that those two little fellows jumped so readily into your arms and the other boy wouldn't?" "Why," said the man, "those two boys are my chil- dren and the other boy isn't, he don't know me.n How Three Sunday School Children Met Their Fate. When the Lawrence Mills were on fire a number of years ago—I don't mean on fire, but when the mill fell in—the great mill fell in, and after it had fallen in, the ruins caught fire. There was only one room left entire, and in it were three Mission Sun- day-school children imprisoned. The neighbors and all hands got their shovels and picks and crowbars, and were working to set the children free. It came on night and they had not yet reached the children. When they were near them, by some, mischance a lantern broke, and the ruins caught fire. They tried to put it out, but could not succeed. They could talk with the children, and even pass to them some coffee and some refreshments, and en- courage them to keep up. But, alas, the flames drew nearer and nearer to this prison. Superhuman were the efforts made to res- cue the children; the men bravely fought back the flames; but the fire gained fresh strength and returned to claim its victims. Then piercing shrieks arose when the spectators saw that the efforts of the firemen were hopeless. The children saw their fate. They then knelt down and commenced to sing the little hymn we have all been taught in our Sunday-school days, Oh! how sweet—: "Let others seek a home below which flames devour and waves over- flow." The flames had now reached them; the stifling smoke began to pour into their little room, and they began to sink, one by one, upon the floor. A few moments more and the fire circled around them and their souls were taken into the bosom of Christ. Yes, let others seek a home below if they will, but seek ye the Kingdom of God with all your hearts.% 01- THE UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOISThe Judgment of Solomon. I Kings, iii.AND ILLUSTRATIONS,. '55 PARENTAL A Father's Love Trampled Under Foot I once heard of a father who had a prodigal boy, and the boy had sent his mother down to the grave with a broken heart, and one evening the boy started out as usual to spend the night in drinking and gambling, and his old father, as he was leaving, said: " My son, I want to ask a favor of you to-night. You have not spent an evening with me since your mother died. Now won't you gratify your old father by staying at home with him ?" " No," said the young man, "it is lonely here, and there is noth- ing to interest me, and I am going out." And the old man prayed . and wept, and at last said: "My boy, you are just killing me as you have killed your mother. These hairs are growing white, and you are sending me, too, to the grave." Still the boy would not stay, and the old man said: " If you are determined to go to ruin, you must go over this old body to-night. I can not resist you. You are stronger than I, but if you go out you must go over this body." And he laid himself down before the door, and that son walked over the form of his father, trampled the love of his father under foot, and went out. "That is the Price of My Soul." 1 heard a story of a young lady who was deeply concerned about her soul. Her father and mother, however, were worldly people. They thought lightly of her serious wishes; they did not sympathize with her state of mind. They made up their minds ^.hat she should not become a Christian,and tried every way they oculd, to discourage her notions about religion. At last they thought they would get up a large party—thus with gayety and pleasure win her back to the world. So they made every prep-MOODYS ANECDOTES fcrentak aration for a gay time; they even sent to neighboring towns and got all her most worldly companions to come to the house; they bought her a magnificent silk dress and jewelry, and decked her out in all the finery of such an occasion. The young lady thought there would be no harm in attending the party; that it would be a trifling affair, a simple thing, and she could, after it was over, think again of the welfare of her soul. She went decked out in all her adornments, and was the belle of the balL Three weeks from that night she was on her dying bed. She asked her mother to bring her ball dress in. She pointed her finger at it, and, burst- ing into tears, said, "That is the price of my soul" She died before dawn. Oh, my friends, if you are anxious about your soul, let everything else go; let parties and festivals pass. The Two Fathers, Whenever I think about this subject, two fathers come be- fore me. One lived on the Mississippi river. He was a man of great wealth. Yet he would have freely given it all could he have brought back his eldest boy from his early grave. One day that boy had been borne home unconscious. They did everything that man could do to restore him, but in vain. "He must die," said the doctor. "But, doctor," said the agonized father, "can you do nothing to bring him to consciousness, even for a mo- ment?" "That may be," said the doctor; "but he can never live." Time passed, and after a terrible suspense, the father's wish was gratified. "My son," he whispered, "the doctor tells me you are dying." "Well," said the boy, "you never prayed for me, father; won't you pray for my lost soul now?" The father wept It was true he had never prayed. He was a stran- ger to God. And in a little while that soul, unprayed for, passed into its dark eternity. Oh, father! if your boy was dying, and he called on you to pray, could you lift your burdened heart to heaven? Have you learned this sweetest lesson of heaven on earth, to know and hold communion with your God? And be- fore this evil world has marked your dearest treasures for its prev have you learned to lead your little ones to a children's Christ?Parental. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. What a contrast is the other father? He, too, had a lovely boy, and one day he came home to find him at the gates of death. "A great change has come over our boy," said the weeping mother; "he has only been a little ill before, but it seems now as if he were dying fast." The father went into the room, and placed his hand on the forehead of the little boy. He could see the boy was dying. He could feel the cold damp of death. "My son, do you ^know you are dying?" "No; am I?" "Yes; you are dying." "And shall I die to-day?" "Yes, my boy, you can- not live till night." "Well, then, I shall be with Jesus to-night, won't I, father?" "Yes, my son, you will spend to-night with the Saviour." Mothers and fathers, the little ones may begin early; be in earnest with them now. You know not how soon you may be taken from them, or they may be taken from you. Therefore let this impression be made upon their minds—that you care for their souls a million times more than for their worldly prospects. The Stolen Boy—A Mother's Love. There was a boy a great many years ago, stolen in London, the same as Charley Ross was stolen here. Long months and years passed away, and the mother had prayed and prayed, as that mother of Charley Ross has prayed, I suppose, and all her efforts had failed and they had given up all hope; but the mother did not quite give up her hope. One day a little boy was sent up into the neighboring house to sweep the chimney, and by some mistake he got down again through the wrong chimney. When he came down, he came in by the sitting-room chimney. His memory began at once to travel back through the years that had passed. He thought that things looked strangely familiar. The scenes of the early days of youth were dawning upon him; and as he stood there surveying the place, his mother came into the room. He stood there covered with rags and soot Did she wait until she sent him to be washed before she rushed and took him in her arms? No, indeed; it was her own boy. She took him to her arms all black and smoke, and hugged him to her bo* som, and shed tears of joy upon his head.15& MOODY'S ANECDOTES. PartniaL The Repentant Father. Not long ago a young man went home late. He had been in the habit of going home late, and the father began to mistrust that he had gone astray. He told his wife to go to bed, and dis- missed the servants, and said he would sit up till his son came home. The boy came home drunk, and the father in his anger gave him a push into the street and told him never to enter his house again, 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; Fve never lifted up my heart to God for you; Fve been the means of leading you astray, and I want your forgiveness.w 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 & 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 light- house, and he was expecting his boy to come home. It was time for the whaling vessel to return. One night there came up a ter- rible gale, and this father fell asleep, and while he slept his light went out When he awoke he looked toward the shore and sawAND ILLUSTRATIONS. 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 watckiag 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 I thought, w) at an illustration of fathers and mothers to-day that have let their lights go out I You are not training your children for God and et< rnity. 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 die result is that the children tId not believe there is anything in it Perhaps the very next ste^ they take may take them into eternity: the next day they m* f die without God and without hope. A Defaulter's Confession. One week ago I preached on the text, "Christ came to he il the broken-hearted." I told you just before I came down that [ had received a letter from a broken-hearted wife. Her husband one night came in, to her surprise, and said he was a defaulter and must flee, and he went, she knew not where. He forsook her and two children. It was a pitiful letter, and the waii of that poor woman seems to ring in my ears yet That night up in that gal- lery was a man whose heart began to beat when I told the story, thinking it was him I meant, till I came to the two children. When I got through I found that he had taken money which did not belong to him, intending to replace it, but he failed to do so, rod fled. He said: "I have a beautiful wife and three children, but I had to leave her and come to Chicago, where I have been hiding. The Governor of the State has offered a reward for me.* My friends, a week ago this poor fellow found out the truth of this text He was in great agony. He felt as if he could not car- ry the burden, and he said, "Mr. Moody, I want you to pray with m. Ask God for mercy for me." And down we went on our knees. I don't know as I ever felt so bad for a man in my Hfcx6o MOODYS ANECDOTES. Parental He asked me if I thought he should go back. 1 told him to ask the Lord, and we prayed over it That was Sunday evening, and I asked him to meet me on the Monday evening. He told how hard it was to go back to that town and give himself up and dis- grace his wife and children. They would give him ten years. Monday came and he met me and said, aMr. Moody, I have prayed over this matter, and I think that Christ has forgiven me, but I don't belong to myself. I must go back and give myself up. I expect to be sent to the penitentiary; but I must go." He asked me to pray for his wife and children, and he v«mt off. He will be # there to-day in the hands of justice. Mp Mends, don't say the way of the transgressor is not hard. Divided We Fall I remember one mother who heard that her boy tr-s im- pressed at our meeting. She said her son was a good enough boy, and he didn't need to be converted. I pleaded with that mother, but all my pleading was of no account. I tried my influence with the boy; but while I was pulling one way she was pulling the other, and of course her influence prevailed Natu- rally it would. Well, to make a long story short, some tfa»e after I happened to be in the County Jail, and I saw him ther& aHow did you come here?" I asked; "does your mother know where you are?" "No, don't tell her; I came in under an assumed name, and I am going to Joliet for four years. Do not let my mother know of this," he pleaded; "she thinks I am in the army." I used to call on that mother, but I had promised her boy f would not tell her, and for four years she mourned over that boy. She thought he had died on the battle-field or in a Southern hospital. What a blessing he might have been to that mother, if she had only helped us to bring him to Christ But that mother is only a specimen of hundreds and thousands of parents. If we would have more family altars in our homes, and train them to follow Christ, the Son of God would lead them into "green pastures," and instead of having sons who curse the mothers who gave then birth, they would bless their fathers and mother*.ParenkU. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. iti The Faithful London Lady. When I was in London, there was one lady dressed in black up in the gailery. All the rest were ministers. I wondered who that lady could be. At the close of the meeting I stepped up te her, and she asked me if I did not remember her. I did not, but she told me who she was, and her story came to my mind. When we were preaching in Dundee, Scotland, a mother came up with her two sons, 16 and 17 years old. She said to me, 'Will you talk to my boys?" I asked her if she would talk to the in- quirers, as there were more inquirers than workers. She said she was not a good enough Christian—was not prepared enough. I told her I could not not talk to her then. Next night she came to me and asked me again, and the following night she repeated her request Five hundred miles she journeyed to get God** blessing for her boys. Would to God we had more mothers like her. She came to London, and the first night I was there I saw her in the Agricultural Hall She was accompanied by only one of her boys—the other had died. Toward the close of the meet- ing I received this letter from her: "Dear Mr. Moody: For months I have never considered the day's work ended unless you and your work had been specially prayed for. Now it appears before us more and more. What in our little measure we have found has no doubt been the hap- py experience of many others in London. My husband and I have sought as our greatest privilege to take unconverted friends one by one to the Agricultural hall, and I thank God that, with a single exception, those brought under the preaching from your lips have accepted Christ as their Savior, and are rejoicing in his love." That lady was a lady of wealth and position. She lived a little way out of London; gave up her beautiful home and took lodgings near Agricultural Hall, so as to be useful in the inquiry room. When we went down to the Opera House she was there; when we went down to the east end, there she was again, and when I left London she had the names of 150 who had accepted Christ from her. Some have said that our work in London was a failure. Atk xiMOODY'S ANECDOTES. PmrtntmL her if the work was a failure, and she will tell you. If we had a thousand such mothers in Chicago we would lift it Go and bring your friends here to the meetings. Think of the privilege, my friends, of saving a soul. If we are going to work for good, we must be up and about it Arthur P. Oxleyl Your Mother Wishes to See Yon. There was a lady that came down to Liverpool to see us pri- vately; it was just before we were about to leave that city to go to London to preach. With tears and sobs she told a very pitiful story. It was this: She said she had a boy nineteen years of age who had left her. She showed me his photograph, and asked me to put it in my pocket "You stand before many and large assemblies, Mr. Moody. My boy may be in London, now. Oh, look at the audience to whom you will preach; look earnestly. You may see my dear boy before you. If you see him, tell him to come back to me. Oh, implore him to come to his sorrow- ing mother, to his deserted home. He may be in trouble; he may be suffering; tell him for his loving mother that all is for- given and forgotten, and he will find comfort and peace at home. * On the back of this photograph she had written his full name and address; she had noted his complexion, the color of his eyes and hair; why he had left home, and the cause of his so doing. "When you preach, Mr. Moody, look for my poor boy," were the part- ing words of that mother. That young man may be in this hall to-night If he is, I want to tell him that his mother loves him »tilL I will read out his name, and if any of you ever hear of that young man, just tell him that his mother is waiting with a loving heart and a tender embrace for him. His name is Arthur P. Oxley, of Manchester, England. The Cruel Mother—Hypothetical* Suppose a mother should come in here with a little child, and after she has been here awhile the child begins to cry, and she mj% "Keep still,* but the child keeps on crying, and so she turns Mm over to the police and says, "Take that child, I doaftParental AND ILLUSTRATIONS. want him." What would you. say of such a mother as that? Teach achild that God loves him only so long as he is good, and that when he is bad the Lord does not love him, and you will find that when he grows up, if he has a bad temper he will have the idea that God hates him because he thinks God don't love htm when he has got a bad temper, and as he has a bad temper all the time, of course God does not love him at all, but hates him all the time. Now God hates sin, but He loves the sinner, and there is a great difference between the love of God and our love. The Loving Father. I remember my little girl had a habit of getting up in the morn- ing very cross. I don't know whether your children are like that She used to get up in the morning speaking cross, and made the family very uncomfortable. So I took her aside one morning and said to her, "Emma, if you go on that way I shall have to cor- rect you; I don't want to do it, but I will have to." She looked at me for a few moments—I had never spoken to her that way before—and she went away. She behaved herself for a few weeks all right, but one morning she was as cross as ever, and when she came to me to be kissed before going to school, I wouldn't do it Off she went to her mother, and said: uMamma, Papa refused to kiss me: I cannot go to school because he won't kiss me." Her mother came in, but she didn't say much. She knew the child had been doing wrong. The little one went off, and as she was going down stairs I heard her weeping, and it seemed to me as if that child was dearer to me than ever she had been before. I went to the window and saw her going down the street crying, and as I looked on her I couldn't repress my tears. That seemed to be the longest day I eve / spent in Chicago. Before the closing of the school I was at home, and when she came hi her first words were: "Papa, won't you forgive me?" and I kissed her and she went away singing. It was because I loved her that I punished her. My friends, don't let Satan make you believe when you hare any trouble, that God does not love jmlMOODY'S ANECDOTES. PRAISE. M Three Cheers.*9 Once, when a great fire broke out at midnight and people thought that all the inmates had been taken out, way up there in the fifth story, was seen a little child, crying for help. Up went a ladder, and soon a fireman was seen ascending to the spot As he neared the second story the flames burst in fury from the win- dows, and the multitude almost despaired of the rescue of the child. The brave man faltered, and a comrade at the bottom cried out, "Cheer him!" and cheer upon cheer arose from the crowd. Up the ladder he went and saved the child, because they cheered him. If you cannot go into the heat of the battle your- self if you cannot go into the harvest field and work day after day, you can cheer those that are working for the Master. I see many old people in their old days, get crusty and sour, and they discourage every one they meet by their fault finding. That is not what we want If we make a mistake, come and tell us of it, and we will thank you. You don't know how much you may do by just speaking kindly to those that are willing to work. Always Happy. There was a man converted here some years ago, and he was fust full of praise. He was living in the light all the time. We might be in the darkness, but he was always in the light. He used to preface everything he said in the meeting with "praise God." One night he came to the meeting with his finger all bound sp. He had cut it, and cut it pretty bad, too. Well, I wondered how he would praise God for this; but he got up and Mid, 411 have cut my finger, but, praise God, I didn't cut it oft" And so, if things go against you, just think they might be a goodThe Sermon on the Mount. Matthew, v, 1,2. PrmUi. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. Ten Years in a Sick Bed9 yet Praising God. I have found people who were poor in this world's goods, in bad health, and yet continually praising God I can take you te a poor, burdened one who has not been off her bed for ten years, and yet she praises Him more than hundreds of thousands of Christians. Her chamber seems to be just the ante-room of heaven. It seems as if that woman had just all the secrets of heaven. Her soul is lull of the love of God, full of gladness, and she is poor. Like Elijah at the brook of Cherith, she is just fed by the Almighty; God provides for all her wants. Any man that knows God can trust Him and praise Him. He knows that the word of God is true, and he knows that He will care for him. He who cares for the lilies of the field, He, without whose knowl- edge not a sparrow can fall to the ground, He who knows every hair of our heads, any man that knows this, cannot he rejoice? Is there any one here, who, although he is poor, can find no reason to praise God? Some of those Christians who are so poor, but who have the love of God, would not give up their place for that of princes* GOLD. ~ —Praise is not only speaking to the Lord cm ear own account, but it is praising Him for what He has done for others. —If we have a praise church we will have people converted. I don't care where it is, what part of the world if s in, if we have a praise church well have successful Christianity. —Every good gift that we have had from the cradle up has come from God. If a man just stops to think what he has te praise God for, he will find there is enough to keep htm singing praises for a week. —We have in our churches a great deal of prayer, but I think k would be a good thing if we had a praise meeting occasionally. If we could, only get people to praise God for what He has done, fc would be a good deal better than asking Him continually to(66 MOODY'S ANECDOTES PRAYER. A Voice from the Tomb. The other day I read of a mother who died, leaving her child Alone and very poor. She used to pray earnestly for her boy, and left an impression upon his mind that she cared more for his soul than she cared for anything else in the world. He grew up to be a successful man in business, and became very well off. One day not long ago, after his mother had been dead for twenty years, he thought he would remove her remains and put her into his own lot in the cemetery, and put up a little monument to her memory. As he came to remove them and to lay her away the thought came to him, that while his mother was alive she had prayed for him, and he wondered why her prayers were not answered. That very night that man was saved. After his mother had been buried so long a time, the act of removing her body to another resting place, brought up all the recollections of his childhood, and he became a Christian. O, you mothers! Prayer Answered. Only a few years ago in the City of Philadelphia there was a mother that had two sons. They were just going as fast as they could to ruin. They were breaking her heart, and she went into a little prayer-meeting and got up and presented them for prayer. They had been on a drunken spree or had just got start- ed in that way, and she knew that their end would be a drunk- ard's grave, and she went among these Christians and said, "Won't you just cry to God for my two boys?" The next morn- ing those two boys had made an appointment to mee£ each other on the corner of Market and Thirteenth streets—though not that they knew anything about our meeting—-and while one of them Prayer of Jesus in the Garden of Olives. Matthew, xxvi, 36-45.UBRMW OF THE UNIVERSITY Of WINDSPrmytr. 167 was there at the corner, waiting for his brother to come, he fol- lowed the people who were flooding into the depot building, and the spirit of the Lord met him, and he was wounded and found his way to Christ After his brother came he found the place too crowded to enter, so he too went curiously into another meeting and found Christ, and went home happy; and when he got home he told his mother what the Lord had done for him, and the sec- ond son came with the same tidings. I heard one of them get Uup afterwards to tell his experience in the young converts' meet- ing, and he had no sooner told the story than thre other got up and said: "I am that brother, and there is not a happier home in Philadelphia than we have got" The Praying Mother. I remember being in the camp and a man came to me and said, "Mr. Moody, when the Mexican war began I wanted to en- list My mother, seeing I was resolved, said if I became a Chris- tian I might go. She pleaded and prayed that I might become a Christian, but I wouldn't I said when the war was over I would become a Christian, but not till then. All her pleading was in vain, and at last, when I was going away, she took out a watch and said: My son, your father left this to me when he died. Take it, and I want you to remember that every day at ia o'clock your mother will be praying for you. Then she gave me her Bible, and marked out passages, and put a few different references in the fly-leaf. I took the watch and the Bible just because my mother gave them. I never intended to read the Bible. I went off to Mexico, and one day while on a long, weary march, I took out my watch, and it was 12 o'clock. I had been gone four " months, but I remembered that my mother at that hour was pray- ing for me. Something prompted me to ask the officer to relieve me for a littler while, and I stepped behind a tree away out on, those plains of Mexico, and cried to the God of my mother to save me." My friends, God saved him, and he went through die Mexican war, "and now," he said, "I have enlisted again to tee if 7 «an do any good for my Master's cause.*58 MOODYS ANECDOTES Praytr. The Sinner's Prayer Heard. . There was a man at one of our meetings in New York City who was moved by the Spirit of God. He said, WI am going home, and I am not going to sleep to-night till Christ takes away my sins, if I have to stay up all night and pray. Ill do it" He had a good distance to walk, and as he went along he thought, "Why can't I pray now as I go along, instead of waiting to go home?" But he did not know a prayer. His mother had taught him to pray, but it was so long since he had uttered a prayer that he had forgotten. However, the publican's prayer came to his mind. Everybody can say this prayer. That man in the gallery yonder, that young lady over there: "God be merciful to me a sinner." May God write it on your hearts to-night. If you for- get the sermon, don't forget that prayer. It is a very short prayer, and it has brought joy—salvation—to many a soul. Well, this prayer came to the man, and he began, "God be merciful to me a-,w but before he got to "sinner" God blessed him. Black-balled by Man, Saved by Christ. At the Fulton street prayer-meeting a man came in, and this was his story. He said he had a mother who prayed for him; he was a wild, reckless prodigal. Some time after his mother's death he began to be troubled. He thought he ought to get into new company, and leave his old companions. So he said he would go and [join a secret society; he thought he would join the Odd Fellows. They went and made inquiry about him, and they found he was a drunken sailor, so they black-balled him. They would not have him. He then went to the Freemasons; he had nobody to recommend him, so they inquired and found there was no good in his character, and they, too, black-balled him. They didn't want him. One day, some one handed him a little notice in the street about the prayer-meeting, and he went in. • He heard that Christ had come to save sinners. He believed Him; He took Him at his word; and, in reporting the matter, he said he *emtru to Christ wiihoui a character, and Christ hadrit black-balled him," My friends, that is Christ's way.Prayer. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 169 The Praying Cripple. I once knew a little cripple who lay upon her death-bed. She had given herself to God, and was distressed only because she could not labor for Him actively among the lost Her clergy- man visited her, and hearing her complaint, told her that there from her sick-bed she could offer prayers for those whom she wished to see turning to God. He advised her to write the names down, and then to pray earnestly; and then he went away and thought of the subject no more. Soon a feeling of great religious interest sprang up in the village, and the churches were crowded nightly. Th§ little cripple heard of the progress of the revival, and inquired anxiously for the names of the saved. A few weeks later she died, and among a roll of papers that was found under her little pillow, was one bearing the names of fifty- six persons, every one of whom had in the revival been con- verted. By each name was a little cross, by which the poor crip- pled saint had checked off the names of the converts as they had been reported to her. A Child's Prayer Answered, I remember a child that lived with her parents in a small village. One day the news came that her father had joined the army (it was at the beginning of our war), and a few days after the landlord came to demand the rent. The mother told him she hadn't got it, and that her husband had gone into the army. He was a hard hearted wretch, and he stormed and said that they must leave the house; he wasn't going to have people who couldn't pay the rent. After he was gone, the mother threw herself into the arm-chair, and began to weep bitterly. . Her little girl whom she had taught to pray in faith (but it is more difficult to practice than to preach), came up to her, and said, "What makes yoa cry, mamma? I will pray to God to give us a little house, and won't He?" What could the mother say? So the little child went into the next room and began to pray. The door was open, and the mother could hear every word. "O God, you have coiae fatlrfrn away father, and mamma has got 110 money, and theMOODY'S ANECDOTES. landlord wffl turn us out because we can't pay, and we will have to sit on the doorstep, and mamma will catch cold. Give us a little home." Then she waited, as if for an answer, and then added* •Won't you, please, God?" She came out of that room quite happy, expecting a house to be given them. The mother felt reproved. I can tell you, however, she has never paid any rent since, for God heard the prayer of that little one, and touched the heart of the cruel landlord. God give us the faith of that little child, that we may likewise expect an answer, "nothing wavering." The Orphan's Prayer. A Httle child whose father and mother had died, was taker into another family. The first night she asked if she could pray, as she used to do. They said "Oh yes." So she knelt down, and prayed as her mother taught her; and when that was ended she added a little prayer of her own: "Oh God, make these people as kind to me as father and mother were." Then she paused and looked up, as if expecting the answer, and added: "Of course H> will" How sweetly simple was that little one's faith; she expect ed God to "do," and, of course, she got her request GOLD. —All should work and ask God's guidance. —The world knows little of the works wrought by prayer. —Let us pray, and as we pray, let us make room for Jesus in our hearts. —Unless the Spirit of God is with us, we cannot expect that our prayers will be answered. —David was the last one we would have chosen to fight the giant, but he was chosen of God. —Every one of our children will be brought into the ark, if we pray and work earnestly for them. —The impression that a praying mother leaves upon her chil- dren is life-long. Perhaps when you are dead and gone your prayer will be answered.ItBKARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOISRuth and Boaz. Ruth, ii.AND ILLUSTRATIONS. m REAPING. Sad Ending of a Life that Might have been Otherwise. I remember a few years ago I felt very anxious for a man who was present at a meeting like this. At the close of the meet- ing I asked all to rise, and he rose among the others. I took him aside and said, "Now you are going to become a Christian —you will come out for the Lord now?" He said he was want- ing to very much. The man was trembling from head to foot, and I thought surely he was going to accept Him. I spoke to him in his hesitating condition, and found out what was standing between him and Christ He was afraid of his companions. Nearly every day and night news came to me that some of these employers and clerks*make light of these meetings, and make fun of all who attend them, and so many give the same reason that this man did. I said to him: " If heaven is what we are led to believe it is, I would be willing to accept it and bear their fun." I talked with him, but he wouldn't accept it He went off, but for weeks he came every night, and went away as he came, without accepting it. One day I received a message to come and see him. He was sick, and I went to his chamber. He wanted to know if there was hope for him in the eleventh hour? I spoke to him, and gave him every hope I could. Day after day I vis- ited him, and, contrary to all expectation, I saw him gradually re- covering. When he got pretty well he was sitting on the front porch, and I sat down by him and said: '"You will be going now to confess Christ; youll be going to take your stand for him now?" "Well," said he, "Mr. Moody, I promised God on my sick bed that I would; but I will wait a little. I am going over to Mich?-ran, where I am going to buy a farm and settle down, and then I'll become a Christian." "If God cannot make you a Christian her* he cannot do it there," I replied. I tried to geti7i MOODYS ANECDOTES Rh^M* him to make an unconditional surrender, but he wouldn't; he would put it off till the next spring. "Why," I said, "you may not live till next spring." " Don't you see I am getting quite well?" "But are you willing to take the risk till next spring?" "Oh, yes, I'll take it; Mr. Moody, you needn't trouble yourself any more about my soul; Ml risk it; you can just attend to your business, and I will to mine, and if I lose my soul, no one wOl be to blame but myself—certainly not you, for you've done all you could." I went away from that house then with a heavy heart. I well remember the day of the week, Thursday, about noon, just one week from that very day, when his wife sent for me. When I went to their home I found her in great trouble, and learned that he had had a relapse. I asked if he had expressed a desire to see me. She said "No; he is always saying 4 there is no hope,' and I cannot bear to have him die in that condition." I went into the room. He did not speak to me, but I went around to the foot of the bed and looked in his fa£e and said, "Won't you speak to me?" and at last he fixed that terrible deathly look upon me and said, "Mr. Moody, you need not talk to me any more. It is too late; there is no hope for me now. Go talk to my wife and children; pray for them; but my heart is as hard as the iron in that stove there. When I was sick He came to the door of my heart, and I promised to serve Him, but I broke that promise, and now I must die without Him." I got down to pray. "You needn't pray for me," he said. I prayed, but it seemed as if my prayer went no higher than my head. He lingered till that night, repeating, "The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and I am not saved." There he lay in agony, every few minutes this lamentation breaking from him. Just as the sun was going down behind those Western prairies, his wife leaned over him, and in an almost inaudible voice, he whispered, "The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and I am not saved," and he died. He had lived a Christless life, he died a Christless death, he was wrapped in a Christless shroud, and he was buried in a Christless grave. Oh, how dark and sadl Dear friends, the harvest is passing; the mmmrr will sooa be ended; won't you let Him redeem you?Acafkig. AN3 ILLUSTRATIONS. 173 By the Wayside. I went down past the corner of Clark and Lake streets one day, and, fulfilling my vow, on seeing a man leaning up against a lamp-post, I went up to him and said: * Are you a Christian ? " He damned me and cursed me, and told me to mind my own business. He knew me, but I didn't know him. He said to a friend of his that afternoon that he had never been so insulted in his life, and told him to say to me that I was damning the cause I pretended to represent Well, the friend came and delivered his message. "May be I am doing more hurt than good," I said; "maybe Fm mistaken, and God hasn't shown me the right way. * That was the time I was sleeping and living in the Young Men's Christian Association rooms, where I was then President, Secretary, jani- tor, and everything else. Well one night, after midnight I heard a knock at the door. And there on the step leading into the street stood this stranger I had made so mad at the lamp-post, and said he wanted to talk to me about his soul's salvation. He said: "Do you remember die man you met about three months ago at the lamp-post, and how he cursed you? I have had no peace since that night; I couldn't sleep. Oh, tell me what to do to be saved." And we just fell down on our knees, and prayed, and that day he went to the noon prayer meeting and openly confessed the Saviour, and soon after went to the war a Christian man. I do not know but he died on some Southern battle-field or in a hospital, but I expect to see him in the kingdom of God. Sowing the Tares. I was at the Paris Exhibition in 1867, and I noticed there a tittle oil painting, only about a foot square, and the face was the most hideous I have ever seen. On the paper attached to the painting were the words "Sowing the tares," and the face looked more like a demon's than a man's. As he sowed these tares, up came serpents and reptiles, and they were crawling up his body, and all around were woods with wolves and animals prowling in them. I hare seen that picture many times since. Ahl the reap- ing time it coming. If yon sow to the flesh you must reap the AaalL174 MOODY'S ANECDOTES What Moody Saw in the Chamber of Horror. When I was in London I went into a wax work ther*^ Tassands—and I went into the chamber of Horror. There were wax figures of all kinds of murderers in that room. There was Booth who killed Lincoln, and many of that class: but there was one figure I got interested in, who killed his wife because he loved another woman, and the law didn't find him out. He married this woman and had a family of seven children. And twenty years passed away. Then his conscience began to trouble him. He had no rest; he would hear his murdered wife pleading continually for her life. His friends began to think that that he was going out of his mind: he became haggard and his conscience haunted him till, at last he went to the officers of the law and told them that he was guilty of murder. He wanted to die, life was so much of an agony to him. His conscience turn- ed against him. My friends if you have done wrong, may youi conscience be woke up, and may you testify against yourself. It is a great deal better to judge our own acts and confess them, than go through this world with the curse upon you. Reaping the Whirlwind. I remember in the north of England a prominent citizen told a sad case that happened there in the city of Newcastle-on-Tyne* It was about a young boy. He was very young. He was an only child. The father and mother thought everything of him and did all they could for him. But he fell into bad ways. He took up with evil characters, and finally got to running with thieves. He didn't let his parents know about it By and by the gang he was with broke into the house, and he with them. Yes, he had to do it all They stopped outside of the building, while he crept in and started to rob the tilL He was caught in the act, taken into court, tried, convicted, and sent to the penitentiary for ten years. He worked on and on in the con- vict's cell, till at last his term was out. And at once he started for home. And when he came back to the town he started down the street where his father and mother used to lire. HeReaping. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 175 went to the house and rapped. A stranger came to the dooi and stared him in the face. u No, there's no such person liveu nere, and where your parents are I don't know," was the onbi welcome he received. Then he turned through the gate, and went down the street, asking even the children that he met about his folks, where they were living, and if they were well. But everybody looked blank. Ten years rolled by and though that seemed perhaps a short time, how many changes had taken place! There where he was born and brought up he was now an alien, and unknown even in the old haunts. But at last he found u couple of townsmen that remembered his father and mother, but they told him the old house had been deserted long years ago, that he had been gone but a few months before his father was confined to his house, and very soon after died broken-hearted, and that his mother had gone out of her mind. He went to th.u mad-house where his mother was, and went*up to her and said, "Mother, mother, don't you know me? I am your son." Bui she raved and slapped him on the face and shrieked, "You,re no I my son," and then raved again and tore her hair. He left thu asylum more dead than alive, so completely broken-hearted thai he died in a few months. Yes the fruit was long growing, but at the last it ripened to the harvest like a whirlwind. Madness and Death. I was coming along north Clark street one evening when a /nan shot past me like an arrow. But he had seen me, and turned End seized me by the arm. Saying eagerly, "Can I be savea to-night. The devil is coming to take me to hell at 1 o'clock to night." "My friend, you are mistaken." I thought the man \va< sick. But he persisted that the devil had come and laid his hanc upon him, and told him he might have till 1 o'clock, and said he "Won't you go up to my room and sit with me." I got some mer up to his room to see to him. At 1 o'clock the devils came inrr that room, and all the men in that room could not hold him. H< was reaping what he had sown. When the Angel of Death cam* and laid his cold hand on him, oh how he cried for mercy.MOODYS ANECDOTES SAVED. A London Doctor Saved after Fifty Years of Prayer. When I was in London there was a leading doctor in that city, upwards of seventy years of age, wrote me a note to come and see him privately about his souL He was living at a country seat a little way out of London, and he came into town only two or three times a week. He was wealthy and was nearly retired. I received the note right in the midst of the London work, and told him*I could not see him. I received a note a day or two after from a member of his family, urging me to come. The letter said his wife had been praying for him for fifty years, and all the children had become Christians by her prayers. She had prayed for him all those years, but no impression had been made upon him. Upon his desk they had found the letter from me, and they came up to London to see what it meant, and I said I would see him. When we met I asked him if he wanted to become a Christian, and he seemed every way willing, but when it came to confession to his family, he halted. "I tell you," said he, *1 can- not do that; my life has been such that I would not like to con- fess before my family.99 "Now there is the point; if you are not willing to confess Christ, He will not confess you; you cannot be His disciple." We talked for some time, and he accepted. I found while I had been in one room his daughter and some friends, anxious for the salvation of that aged father, were in the other room praying to God, and when he started out willing to go home and confess Christ, I opened the door of the other room, not knowing the daughter was there, and the first words she said were: "Is my father saved?" "Yes, I think he is," I answered, acd ran down to the front door and called him back. "YourThe Pharisee and the Publican. Luke, xviii, 9-7.tttrarr university ofS*pbL AND ILLUSTRATIONS. W daughter is here,* I said; "this is the time to commence your confession." The father, with tears trickling down his cheeks, embraced his child, "My dear daughter, I have accepted Christ," and a great flood of light broke upon him at that confession. Angry at Pirst, Saved at Last. In Dublin I was speaking to a lady in the inquiry-room, when I noticed a gentlemen walking up and down before the door. I went forward, and said: "Are you a Christian?" He was very angry, and turned on his heel and Jeft me. The following Sunday night I was preaching about "receiving," and I put the question: "Who'll receive Him now?" That young man was present, and the question sank into his heart The next day he called upon me—he was a merchant in that city—and said: "Do you remember me?" "No, I don't" "Do you remember the young man who answered you so roughly the other night?" "Yes, I da" "Well, Tve come to tell you that 1 am saved." "How did it happen?" "Why, I was listening to your sermon last night, and when you asked, "Who'll receive Him now?" God put it into my heart to say: "I will;" and He has opened my eyes to see His Son now." Removing the Difficulties. I was speaking to a young lady in the inquiry-room some time ago, and she was in great distress of mind. She seemed . really anxious to be saved, and I could not find out what was the trouble between God and her. I saw there was something that was keeping her back. I quoted promise after promise, but she didn't seem to take hold on any of them. Then we got down on our knees, but still there was no light Finally I said: "Is there any one against whom you have bitter feelings?" "Yes; there's a young lady on the other side of the room, talking to your wife, whom I can't forgive." "Ah Pve got it now; that's why the blessing wont come to you." "Do you mean to tell me," said the pong lady, looking up in my face, "that I cant be saved until I 1217S MOOD TS ANECDOTES SavU forgive her?1* "No you can't! and, if there are any others whom you hate, you must forgive them also." She paused a moment, and then she said : "I will go.w„ It seems that my wife and the other young lady had been going over the same ground, and just at that time the other young lady had resolved to come to ask this one's forgiveness. So they met in the middle of the room, both saying at once: "Will you forgive me?" Oh, what a meet- ing it was! They knelt together, and joy beamed on their souls, and their difficulties vanished. In a little while they went out of the room with their arms around each other, and their faces lit up with a heavenly glow. - "Saved." I remember while in a town East at the time of the loss of the Atlantic on the banks of Newfoundland, there was a business man in the town who was reported lost. His store was closed, and all his friends mourned him as among those who went down on that vessel. But a telegram was received from him by his part- ner with the word "saved," and that partner was filled with joy. The store was opened and the telegram was framed, and if you go into that store to-day you will see that little bit of paper hanging on the wall, with the word "saved" upon it. Let the news go over the wires to heaven to-night from you. Let the word "Saved" go from every one of you, and there will be joy in heaven. You can be saved—the Son of man wants to save you. Terribly in Earnest. I read a number of years ago of a vessel that was wrecked. * The life-boats were not enough to take all the passengers. A man who was swimming in the water swam up to one of the life-boats that was full and seized it with his hand. They tried to prevent him, but the man was terribly in earnest about saving his life, and one of the men in the boat just drew a sword and cut off his hand But the man dicfn't give up: he reached out the other hand. He was terribly in earnest. He wanted to save his life. But the man in the boat took the sword and cut off his other hand. But the man did not give up. He swam up to the boat aad seteed ItSmved. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. *79 with his 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 Kttle 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 sensa- tional 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 ccncerning him, we found that he had been several times in jail and on drunken brawls, although he originally a man of culture and po- sition. Time passed, and on our last day at Brooklyn the same man, conspicuous by his commanding figure, sat in a back seat at the Simpson Church. My friend accosted him once more, and tkis was the answer : "I am waiting to thank Mr. Moody, who, under God, has been the greatest blessing of my life to me. I haveMOODY'S ANECDOTES 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 ' Love and Sympathy/ ten days ago, and I would not have believed there could be so much sweetness in a lifetime as has been condensed into those ten days. My. children knew the change; my wife knew it; I have set up the family altar, and the appetite for liquor has been utterly taken away, that I only loathe what I used to love." "Let him that standeth take heed lest he fall,* suggested my friend. "No, not while I stand so close to the cross as I do to-day f and he opened a small hymn-book, on the fly-leaf of which was writ- ten: "I have set my face like a flint, and I know that I shall not be ashamed/ The Skeptical Lady. When Mr. Sankey and I were in the north of England, I wa.s preaching one evening, and before me sat a lady who was a skeptic. When I had finished, I asked all who were anxious, to remain. Nearly all remained, herself among the number. I asked her if she was a Christian, and she said she was not, nor did she care to be. I prayed for her there. On inquiry, I learned that she was a lady of good social position, but very worldly. She continued to attend the meetings, and in a week after I saw her in tears. After the sermon, I went to her and asked if she was of the same mind as before. She replied that Christ had come to her and she was happy. Last Autumn I had a note from her husband saying she wa.s dead, that her love for the Master had continually increased. When I read that note, I felt paid for crossing the Atlantic. She worked sweetly after her conversion, and was the means of winning many of her fashionable friends to Christ. O, may you seek the Lord while He may be found, and may you call upon Him while He is ne&r.AND ILLUSTRATIONS. GOLD. —I would rather go into the kingdom of heaven through the poor house than go down to hell in a golden chariot —I believe there are more young men who come to Boston who are lost because they cannot say no, than for any other reason. —It ain't necessary to leave the things of this life when you follow Him. It is not necessary to give up your business, if it's a legitimate one, in order to accept Christ But you musn't set your heart on the old nets by a good deal. —A great many people want to bring their faith, their works, their good deeds to Him for salvation. Bring your sins, and He will bear them away into the wilderness of forgetfulness, and you will never see them again. • —Do you believe that He would send those men out to preach the gospel to every creature unless he wanted every creature to be saved? Do you believe He would tell them to preach it to people without giving people the power to accept it? Do you be- lieve the God of heaven is mocking men by offering them his gospel and not giving them the power to take hold of it? Do you believe He will not give men power to accept this salvation as a gift? Man might do that, but God never mocks men. And when he says m Preach the gospel to every creature," every creaturs can be saved if he wilL —Lift your eyes from off these puny Christians—from off these human ministers, and look to Christ He is the Saviour of the world. He came from the throne to this earth; He came from the very bosom of the Father. God gave Him up freely for us, and all we have to do is to accept him as our Saviour. Look at Him at Gethsemane, sweating as it were great drops of blood; look at Him on the cross, crucified between two thieves; hear that piercing cry, "Father, Father, forgive them, they know not what they do." And as you look into that face, as you look mto those wounds on His feet or His hands, will you say He has not the power to save you? Will you say He has not the power to i cdecaaMOODY'S ANECDOTES SONG STORIES. "Hold the fort, For I am Coming/ I am told that when General Sherman went through Atlanta towards the sea—through the Southern States—he left in the fort in the Kennesaw Mountains a little handful of men to guard some rations that he brought there. And General Hood got into the outer rear and attacked the fort, drove the men in from the outer works into the inner works, and for a long time the battle raged fearfully. Half of the men were either killed or wound- ed ; the general who was in command was wounded seven differ- ent times; and when they were about ready to run up the white flag and surrender the fort, Sherman got within fifteen miles, and through the signal corps on the mountain he sent the message: "Hold the fort; I am coming. W. T. Sherman/ That message fired up their hearts, and they held the fort till reinforcements came, and the fort did not go into the hands of their enemies. Our friend, Mr. Bliss, has written a hymn entitled "Hold the fort for I am coming," and I'm going to ask Mr. Sankey to sing that hymn. I hope there will be a thousand young converts coming into our ranks to help hold the fort Our Saviour is in command, and He is coming. Let us take up the chorus. Ho! my comrades, see the signal Waving in the sky 1 Reinforcements now appearing, Victory is nigh! ' Cho.—" Hold the fort, for I am coming,* Jesus signals still, Wave the answer back to heave% 44 By Thy grace we wilL* See the mighty hosts advancing, Satan leading on; Mighty men around us falling, Courage almost gone.— Ckp. See the glorious banner waviaA Hmm tkf bogle Uow. Deborah's Song of Triumph. Judges.UBMRy OF THE UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOISS*xj ^Urus. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. In our Leader's name we'll triumph Over every foe.—Cho. fierce and long the battle rages, But our Help is near; Onward comes our Great Commander, Cheer, my comrades, cheer I— Cho. P. P. Bliss. "Let the Lower Lights be Burning/* A few years ago at the mouth of Cleveland harbor there vere two lights, one at each side of the bay, called the upper and lower lights; and to enter the harbor safely by night, vessels must sight both of the lights. These western lakes are more dangerous sometimes than the great ocean. One wild, stormy night, a steamer was trying to make her way into the harbor. The Captain and pilot were anxiously watching for the lights. By"and by the pilot was heard to say, "Do you see the lower lights?" "No," was the reply; "I fear we have passed them." "Ah, there are the lights," said the pilot; "and they must be from the bluff on which they stand, the upper lights. We have passed the lower lights, and have lost our chance of getting into the harbor." What was to be done? They looked back, and saw" the dim outline of the lower lighthouse against the sky. The lights had gone out "Can't you turn your head around?" "No; the night is too wild for that. She won't answer to her helm." The storm was so fearful that they could do nothing. They tried again to make for the harbor, but they went crash against the rocks, and sank to the bottom. Very few escaped; the great majority found a watery grave. Why? Simply because the lower lights had gone out Now with us the upper lights are all right Christ himself is the upper light, and we are the lower lights, and the cry to us is, Keep the lower lights burning; that is what we have to do. He will lead us safe to the sunlit shore of Canaan, where there is no more night. Brightly beams our Father's mercy From His lighthouse ever more, tat to us He gives the keeping Of lights along the «hw1*4 MOOD YS ANECDOTES Song Stories, Cko.—Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave! Some poor fainting struggling seamaa You may rescue, you may save. Dark the night of sin has settled, Loud and angry billows roar; Eager eyes are watching, longing, For the lights along die shore.—Cik Trim your feeble lamp, my brother; Some poor seaman tempest-tost, Tiring now to make the harbor, la the darkness may be lost,—Cko. _P. P. Bliss. "More to Follow." Rowland Hill tells a good story of a rich man and a poor 4 man in his congregation. The rich man desired to do an act of benevolence, and so he sent a sum of money to a friend to be given to this poor man as he thought best. The friend just sent him five pounds, and said in the note: "This is thine; use it wisely; there is more to follow." After a while he sent another five pounds and said, "more to follow." Again and again he sent the money to the poor man, always with the cheering words, "more to follow." So it is with the wonderful grace of God. There is always ''more to follow." Have you cm the Lord believed? Still there's more to follow; Of His grace have you received? Still there's more to follow; Oh, the grace the Father shows I Still there's more to follow, Freehr He His grace bestows, Still there's more to follow. Oio.—More and more, more and more, Always more to follow, Oh, his boundless matchless love I Still there's more to follow. Have you felt the Saviour near? StiH there's more to follow; Does Hts blessed presence cheer? Still there's more to follow; Ob, &e love that Jesus shows! Still there's more to follow, ffceely He His love bestows, StiH there's more to follow.—ClaS*ng Stories. AND ILLUSTRATIONS. Have you felt the spirit** power! Still there's more to follow; Falling like the gentle shower? Still there's more to follow; Oh, the power the spirit shows I Still there's more to follow, Freely He His power bestows, Still there's more to follow.—C3U. P. P. Bum ••Pull for the Shore, Sailor." A vessel was wrecked off the shore. Eager eyes were watching and strong arms manned the life-boat ' For] hours they tried to reach that vessel through the great breakers that raged And foamed on the sand-bank but it seemed impossible. The boat appeared to be leaving the crew to perish. But after a while the Captain and sixteen men were taken off, and the vessel went down. aWhen the life-boat came to you," said a friend, "did you expect it had brought some tools to repair your old ship?" "Oh, no," was the response; "she was a total wreck. Two of her masts were gone, and if we had stayed mending her, only a few minutes, we must have gone down, sir." "When once off the old wreck and safe in the life-boat, what remained foi you to do?" "Nothing, sir, but just to pull for the shore/ Light in the darkness, sailor, day is at hand! See o'er the foaming billows fair Haven's land, Drear was the voyage, sailor, now almost o'er Safe within the life-boat, sailor, poll for the shore, Gho.—Pull for the shore, sailor, poll for the shore! Heed not the rolling waves, but bend to the oer; Safe in the life-boat, sailor, cling to self no more! Leave the poor old stranded wreck, and pull for the ihflWL Trust in the life-boat, sailor, all *ilse will fail, Stronger the surges dash and fiercer the gale, Heed not the stormy winds, though loudly they roar; Watch the "bright morning star," and pull for the shore*—CI* Bright gleams the morning, sailor, lift up thy eye; Clouds and darkness disappearing, glory is nigh! Safe in the life-boat, sailor, sing evermore; "Gkcj, flaxy, hallelujah!" pull fer the shore.—GIa<64 MOODY'S ANECDOTES TRUST, WI Am Trusting Jesus"—A Young Lady's Trust. The other Sunday, when I was speaking on "Trust," a person came to me next day and said, "I want to tell you how I was saved. You remember you told about that lady who sought Christ three years and could not find Him, and when you told that, it was I. I was in that same condition and through your story I got light. * I don't think I have ever told it but what somebody got light and life. I will tell it again, for I would go up and down the world telling it if I could get a convert. One night I was preaching, and happening to cast my eyes down dur- ing the sermon, I saw two eyes just riveted upon me. Every word that fell from my lips she just seemed to catch with her own lips, and I was very anxious to go down where she was. After the sermon I went to the pew and said, "My friend, are you t Christian?" "Oh, no," said she, "I wish I was. I have been seeking Christ three years and Tcannot find Him." Said I, "Oh, there is a great mistake about that.* Says she, "Do you think I am not in earnest? Do you think, sir, I have not been seek- ing Christ?" Said -I, "I suppose you think you have, but Christ has been seeking you these twenty years, and it would not take an anxious sinner and an anxious Saviour three years to meet, and if you had been really seeking Him you would have found Him long before this." "What would you do, then?" Said I, "Do nothing, only believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved." "Oh," said she, "I have heard that till my head swims. Everybody says, believe! believe! believe! and I am none the wiser. I don't know what you mean by it." "Very well," said I, "I will drop the word; but just trust the Lord Jesus Christ to save." "If I say I trust Him, will He save me?" "No,Daniel. Daniel, x. ifBRAPY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF ILIINOISJbmt AND ILLUSTRATIONS. you may do a thousand things; but if you really trust Him, He will tare you." "Well," said she, "I trust Hinvbut I don't feel any different" "Ah," said I, "I have found your difficulty. You hare been hunting for feeling all these three years. You have not been looking for Christ9 Says she, "Christians telKhon much joy they have got0 "But," said I, "you want Christian ex- perience before you get one. Instead of trusting God, you art looking for Christian experience." Then I said: "Right here in this pew, just commit yourself to the Lord Jesus Christ, and trust Him, and you will be saved," and I held her right to that word " trust," which is the same as the word "believe" in the Old Tes- tament "You know what it is to trust a friend. Cannot you trust God as a friend?" She looked at me for five minutes, it seemed, and then said slowly: "Mr. Moody, I trust the Lord Jesus Christ this night to save my souL" Turning to the pastor of the church she took him by die hand and repeated the decla- ration. Turning to an elder in the church she said again the solemn words, and near die door, meeting another officer of the church, she repeated for the fourth time, "I am trusting Jesus," and went off home. Hie next night when I was preaching I saw her right in front of me, "Eternity" written in her eyes, her (ace lighted up, and when I asked inquirers to go into die other room she was die first to go in. I wondered at it, for I could see by her face that she was in the joy of the Lord. But when I got in I found her with her arms around a young lady's neck, and I heard her say, "It is only just trusting. I stumbled over it three years and found it all m trusting;" and the three weeks I was there she led more souls to Christ than anybody else. If I got a dif- ficult case I would send it to her. Oh, my friends, won't yon trust Him? Let us put our trust in Him. Mrs. Moody Teaching her Child. Those was a time when our little boy did not Kke to g* to church, and would get up in the morning and say to Ms mother "What day is to-morrow?" "Tuesday." "Next day?" "Wedaos dap." "Meat day?" "Thursday;" and so on, till he ohm to iiMOODY'S ANECDOTES. IHut. answer, "Sunday." "Dear me," he said. I said to the mother, "We cannot haVe our boy grow up to hate Sunday in this way; that wOl never do. That is the way I used to feel when I was a boy. I used to look upon Sunday with a certain amount of dread. Very few kind words were associated with the day. I don't know that the minister ever put his hand on my head. I don't know that the minister even noticed me, unless it was when I was asleep in the gallery, and he woke me up. This kind of thing wont do; we must make the Sunday the most attractive day of the week; not a day to be dreaded; but a day of pleasure. * Well die moth- er took the work up with this boy. Bless those mothers in their work with the children. Sometimes I feel as if I would rather be the mother of John Wesley or Martin Luther or John Knox than than have all the glories in the world. Those mothers who are faithful with the children God has given them will not go unre- warded. My wife went to work and took those Bible stories and put those blessed truths in a light that the child could compre- hend, and soon the feeling of dread for the Sabbath with the boy was the other way, "What day's to-morrow?" he would ask, "Sun- day." "I am glad." And if we make those Bible truths interesting —break them up in some shape so that these children can get at them, then they will begin to enjoy them.Of THE DIVERSITY OF IUJNO®i ':^.;r/fr^ Solomon,AND ILLUSTRATIONS. WISDOM. —I remember a gentleman of Boston, a man high in life, a Congressman, who was accustomed to carry with him little cards and distribute them wherever he went, and on some of these cards were words like these: u I expect to pass through this world but once, and therefore if there be any kindness I can show, if there is anything I can do to make men happy, I shall do it, for I may not pass this way again. —A man was asked what his persuasion was. He said it was the same as Paul's. I don't know what Paul's persuasion was. All persuasions claim him. Sankey says he is a Methodist. Listen: u I am not ashamed, for I know whom I believe, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed to Him." That is Paul's persuasion. You may call it what you have a mind to, it is a good persuasion. —If we are going to be successful, we have got to take our stand for God, and let the world and every one know we are on the Lord's side. I have great respect for the woman that staited out during the war with a poker. She heard the enemy were com- ing and went to resist them. When some one asked her what she could do with the poker, she said she would at least let them know what side she was on. And that is what we want —Let us do all the work we can. If we can't be a lighthouse, let us be a tallow candle. There used to be a period when people came to meeting bringing their candles with them. The first one, perhaps, wouldn't make a great illumination, but when two or three got there, there would be more light. If the people of Boston should do that now, if each one should come here in this Tabernacle, with a candle, don't you think there would be a little light —When I was a little boy I used to try and catch my own shadow. I don't know whether any of you have ever been as foolish as that or not I could not see why the shadow always kept190 MOOD rs ANECDOTES Wisdom. ahead of me. Once I happened to be racing with my face to the sun and I looked over my head and saw my shadow coming back of me, and it kept behind me all the way. It is the same with the Sun of Righteousness. Peace and joy will go with you while you go with your face toward Him. —There are nine different qualities—peace, gentleness, long- suffering, hope, patience, charity, ete., but you can sum them all into one, and you have love. I saw something in writing the other day bearing upon the subject which I just took a copy of: "The fruit of the Spirit is in just one word—love. Joy is love exalted; peace is love in repose, long-suffering is love-endur- ing, gentleness is love in society, goodness is love in action, faith is love on the battle field, meekness is love in school, and tem- perance is love in training. And so you can say that the fruit i? all expressed by one word—love.19 —I believe there is a great deal more hope for a drunkard or a murderer or a gambler than there is for a lazy man. I never heard of a lazy man being converted yet, though I remember talking once with a minister in the back woods of Iowa about lazy men. He was ail discouraged in his efforts to convert lazy men, and I said to him, " Did you ever know of a lazy man being converted? "Yes," said he; I knew of one, but he was so lazy that he didn't stay converted but about six weeks. And that is as near as I ever heard of a lazy man being converted. —I remember, I was talking with a man one day and an acquaintance of his came in, and he jumped up at once and shook him by the hand—why I thought he was going to shake his hand out of joint, he shook so hard—and he seemed to be so glad to see him and wanted him to stay, but the man was in a great hurry and could not stay, and he coaxed and urged him to stay, but the man said no, he would come another time; and after that man went out my companion turned to me and said, * Well, he is an awful bore, and I am glad he's gone." Well I began to feel that I was a bore too, and I got out as quickly as 1 could That is not real love.library OF THE WWIRSITY OF ILLINOISAND ILLUSTRATIONS. *•» WORD PICTURES. The Prodigal Son. The boy got his money, and away he went He feels very independent; he can take care of himself; he can work his own way. I don't know where he went to. Perhaps he went away down to Memphis, and perhaps he went to Egypt—got as far away from home as he could. When he went away he soon commenced to go down to ruin. When he gets down to that part of the country he suddenly becomes very popular with a certain class of men. Perhaps he was very popular with the men who hung around the opera house, or the theatre, or the billiard halls. A great many courted his company. Perhaps he was a good talker, perhaps he was a good singer and could sing a comic song; perhaps he was a literary man, and entertained them with his wit, and all were delighted with him. But as we would say, he got to the end of his rope, and when his money went his friends disappeared. The poor fellow was in a blaze of glory while his money lasted, but when it had gone he woke up to find himself without friends. A man in New England said while his money lasted he had friends, but when he was ruined and in prison he found out who his real friends were. Not one of his old friends came near him, but the Christian people came and spoke to him words of kindness and comfort, and it was then he made the discovery who his true friends were. So this young prodigal didn't get his eyes open till his money was all gone. No one in that foreign country loved him then, no one in that land cared for him; but away off over those green hills there was one who loved him stilL It was his father, and that father received him back.192 MOOD YS ANECDOTES. Word Pictures. The Cross and Crown. At last He cried, with a loud voice: "It is finished I" Per- haps not many on earth heard it, or cared about it when they did hear it; but I can imagine there were not many in heaven who did not hear it, and if they have bells in heaven how they must have rung out that day; " It is finished ! It is finished"! The Son of God had died that poor sinful man might have life eternal. I can imagine the angels walking through the streets of heaven crying: 11 It is finished I" and the mansions of that world ringing with the glad tidings: " It is finished ! " It was the shout of victory. All you have got to do is to look and be saved. You have seen the waves of the sea come dashing up against a rocky shore. They come up and beat against the rock, and, breaking into pieces, go back to gather fresh strength, and again they come up and beat against the rock only to be again broken into pieces. And so it would seem as if the dark waves of hell had gathered all their strength together and had come beating up against the bosom of the Son of God; but he drives them all back again with that shout of a conqueror: " It is finished." And with that shout He snapped the fetters of sin, and broke the power of Satan. While I was at a convention in Illinois an old man past 70 years, got up, and said he remembered but one thing about his father, and that one thing followed him all through life. He could not remember his death, he had no recollection of his funeral, but he recollected his father one winter night, taking a little chip, and with his pocket knife whittling out a little cross, and with the tears in his eyes he held up that cross telling how God in His infinite love sent his Son down here to redeem us, how He had died on the cross for us. The story of the cross followed him through life.LIBRARYChrist Stilling the Tempest. Matthew, viii, 23-72.AFFECTING INCIDENT AT SEA. Moody's Love and Prayer for 700 "Quaking Souls.99 "I remember clearly lying in my berth early that Saturday morning (Nov. 26th, 1892, on the steamer Spree when she was one thousand miles out from Southampton on her way to New York), congratulating myself that I had gotten passage in so swift a ship, when my thoughts were stopped by a great crash that shook the vessel from stem to stern. "My son, William Revell Moody, jumped from his berth and rushed on deck. He was back- again in an instant, crying that the shaft was broken and the ship sinking. Then ensued a scene the like of which I hope never to witness again. There was no panic, but the passengers, who had scrambled on deck at the lirst warning, looked at each other in an appealing way that was, if anything, more terrible than demonstrative fear. The captain told us there was no danger, and some of the second cabin passengers returned to their berths only to tumble back pellmell a moment later. The ris- ing water had driven them out. Some of them lost all their clothes and valuables. "At this point the officers buckled on their revolvers, but there was no need to use them. The people, though terribly frightened, did not seem to realize what had happened. The women didn't scream, but stood around trembling and with blanched faces. No-2 MOODY'S ANECDOTES body said a word, but each waited for his neighbor to speak. We felt that we might be looking on our graves. "The captain told us at noon that he thought he had the water under control and was in hopes of drifting in the way of some pas- sing vessel. The ship's bow was now high in the air, while the stern seemed to settle more and more. There was no storm, but the sea was very rough, and the ship rolled from side to side with fearful lurches. I think that if she had pitched at all the over- strained bulkheads would have burst and we should have gone to the bottom. The captain cheered us by telling us that he thought we should run in with a ship by 3 o'clock that Saturday afternoon, but the night drew on and no sail appeared to lighten our gloom. "We knew the ship was sinking when^we came on deck, but there was no panic. The big engines of the ship were all working at the pumps, but the water was steadily gaining in spite of them. With each roll of the ship it could be heard like the roar of the surf. All the day was passed in anxiously watching for a sail. We could not talk of religion, for the first word brought forth a hundred ex- clamations, 'Are we sinking?' Then in that first night one woman went insane. It seemed an age until the Sabbath morning came, When the vigil on the deck was resumed. "I think that was the darkest night in all our lives. None of us thought to live to see the light of another day. Nobody slept. We were all huddled in the saloon of the first cabin—Americans and Germans, Jews, Protestants, Catholics and skeptics—although at that time I doubt if there were many skeptics among us. For forty-eight hours we were in this mortal fear. 41 Sabbath morning dawned upon as wretched a ship's company as ever sailed the sea. There was at that time no talk of religious services. I think that if this had been suggested then there would have been a panic. To talk of religion to those poor people would have been to suggest the most terrible things to them. Everybody was waiting for his neighbor to say: 'Are we, then, doomed to die?' "But as night approached I gathered those 700 quaking souls together and we held a prayer meeting. I think everybody prayed. There were no skeptics present. I have been under fire in the war, I have stood by deathbeds during the cholera epidemic in Chicago,AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 3 but I never was so sorely tried. 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