y who have maintained their integrity, not because
they were any better naturally than some other people, but because
there were home influences praying for them all the time. They got a
good start. They were launched on the world with the benedictions of a
Christian mother. They may track Siberian snows, they may plunge into
African jungles, they may fly to the earth's end, they cannot go so
far and so fast but the prayers will keep up with them.

I stand before women this morning who have the eternal salvation of
their husbands in their right hand. On the marriage-day you took an
oath before men and angels that you would be faithful and kind until
death did you part, and I believe you are going to keep that oath; but
after that parting at the door of the grave, will it be an eternal
separation? Is there any such thing as

AN IMMORTAL MARRIAGE,

making the flowers that grow on the top of the sepulchre brighter than
the garlands which at the marriage banquet flooded the air with aroma?
Yes; I stand here as a priest of the most high God to proclaim the
banns of an immortal union for all those who join hands in the grace
of Christ. O woman, is your husband, your father, your son away from
God? The Lord demands their redemption at your hands. There are
prayers for you to offer, there are exhortations for you to give,
there are examples for you to make; and I say now, this morning, as
Paul said to the Corinthian woman: "What knowest thou, O woman, but
thou canst save thy husband?"

A man was dying, and he said to his wife: "Rebecca, you wouldn't let
me have family prayers, and you laughed about all that, and you got me
away into worldliness; and now I am going to die, and my fate is
sealed, and you are

THE CAUSE OF MY RUIN."

O woman, what knowest thou but thou canst destroy thy husband? Are
there not some here who have kindly influences at home--are there not
some here who have wandered far away from God, who can remember the
Christian influences in their early home? Do not despise those
influences, my brother. If you die without Christ, what will you do
with your mother's prayers, with your wife's importunities, with your
sister's entreaties? What will you do with the letters they used to
write to you, with the memory of those days when they attended you so
kindly in times of sickness? Oh, if there be but just one strand
holding you from floating off on that dark sea, I would just like,
this morning, to take