nian and an Armenian, and some good
old sister thinks we are preaching on the cruelty of the Turks. Here I
am discussing "The Dangers of Imperialism" and "The Anglo-American
Friendship," while men are starving for the Bread of Life! Brethren in
the ministry, let us be less anxious about the syllogistic accuracy of
our sermons and be more eager to help men live right and quit sin and
go to heaven.

THE PULPIT CANNON.

There are many sins which few men have the courage to antagonize in
public. Theoretically the pulpit is supposed to cannonade all sin of
every variety and species, but, alas, it is usually too cowardly. The
Spirit-filled man fears no one from Sandow down to Tom Thumb, from a
plug-hat Bishop to a little pusilanimous dude preacher.

GHASTLY CRIMES.

It is not that ministers are unawares of the prevalence of black and
ghastly crimes, but that they dare not speak openly against them. Too
many are contaminated with evil and involved in guilt for the preacher
to voice with impunity the truths which burn in his soul. He knows only
too well that if he dares assert his manhood and exercises the
prerogative of Christ's minister, the retribution will be swift and
terrible, viz: ejectment from his pastorate!

MURDER

How ominous is the silence concerning murder. And yet the land is
swarming with crimson-handed murderers and murderesses. Many of them
are members of our "best churches" and move in the most select society.
Some of them read with animation the responses in church service and
repeat the Lord's Prayer with the greatest gusto. A few--not many, we
devoutly trust--talk about "sanctification." Poor, deluded, hoodwinked
souls! they are blinded by Satan. Their hands are red with blood, and
their hearts are black as hell. Were they to ever approach the heaven
of which they sanctimoniously prate, they would be met at the gate with
the curse of murdered infants who never saw the light.

INFANTICIDE

If there is a pitiable sight in all God's great universe, if there is a
scene over which angels shed tears and demons shriek laughter, it is an
old cruel-eyed mother, who has seared her conscience and sinned away
all noble womanliness and blasted her own soul, whispering into the
unsoiled ears of her daughter the way in which to murder her own
offspring; and if there is a hot hell, such a mother will make her bed
in it.

POODLE-DOGS.

The duties and cares of maternity are too irksome, and so the women who
m