in Infantry Hall on a
certain evening, and that there would be no charge for admittance,
South Main street would be black with people hours before the doors
were opened. If the church really believed that God would let them into
an experience where sonatas and minuets and bridal marches and
"Mondnacht" and the "Etude in C sharp minor" would be heard all the
time, and free of charge, all the bishops and the big preachers and
little evangelists and exhorters and ministers would be besieged by a
grand eager throng of people, crying with one accord, "What must I do
to be sanctified?" Lord, hasten the day!

THE DEVIL STIRRED.

When a man is awakened and says, "What is sanctification anyway?" then
the devil bestirs himself to silence the soul's questionings. Blessed
is the man who will not be satisfied with anything short of "Thus saith
the Lord." Hound the lies of hell to their covert; run down the false
reports, and determine the truth.

A CHIMERA.

One of the lies which Satan is fond of circulating is that
sanctification is a life free from temptation. When this is announced
among those who are awakened on the subject, immediately there is a
great cry, "I don't want to hear any more about sanctification." One
would think by the excitement aroused that people are actually afraid
lest they should by some manner of means be deprived of the privilege
of being tempted. Let all such allay their fears. Jesus was tempted
even on the pinnacle of the temple, and we will never be above our
Lord, and may well expect temptation until we pass from this
world-stage to the other land. No responsible Christian student teaches
any such chimera as a life without temptation obtainable now.

A DIFFERENCE.

Personally, we have never heard anyone make such a claim. What we do
teach, and, better still, far better, WHAT GOD PROMISES, is an
experience where we need not YIELD to temptation. There is a
difference, vast and important, between being tempted and yielding to
temptation.

A TEMPTED PREACHER.

A man is en route from New York to the West via the Pennsylvania
Railroad. The express stops at a junction in the mountains. He leaves
the car and walks up and down on the platform enjoying the view. Near
the station is a park. Beautiful flowering shrubbery, shell walks,
ivy-clad piles of rocks, splashing fountains, majestic shade trees and
well-kept turf make the place attractive. Beyond the pretty village a
wooded mountain rises toward