." For what are you taking it? For God's sake do not
take it long. The wealthiest, the grandest families going down under
its power. Twenty-five thousand victims of opium in Chicago.
Twenty-five thousand victims of opium in St. Louis, and, according to
that average, seventy-five thousand victims of opium in New York and
Brooklyn.

The clerk of a drug store says: "I can tell them when they come in;
there is something about their complexion, something about their
manner, something about the look of their eyes that shows they are
victims." Some in the struggle to get away from it try chloral. Whole
tons of chloral manufactured in Germany every year. Baron Liebig says
he knows one chemist in Germany who manufactures a half ton of chloral
every week. Beware of hydrate of chloral. It is coming on with mighty
tread to curse these cities. But I am chiefly under this head speaking
of the morphine. The devil of morphia is going to be in this country,
in my opinion, mightier than the devil of alcohol. By the power of the
Christian pulpit, by the power of the Christianized printing-press, by
the power of the Lord God Almighty, all these evils are going to be
extirpated--all, all, and you have a work in regard to that, and I
have a work. But what we do we had better do right away. The clock
ticks now, and we hear it; after awhile the clock will tick and we
will not hear it.

I sat at a country fireside, and I saw the fire kindle and blaze, and
go out. I sat long enough at that fireside to get a good many
practical reflections, and I said: "That is like human life, that fire
on the hearth." We put on the fagots and they blaze up, and out, and
on, and the whole room is filled with the light, gay of sparkle, gay
of flash, gay of crackle. Emblem of boyhood. Now the fire intensifies.
Now the flame reddens into coals. Now the heat is becoming more and
more intense, and the more it is stirred the redder is the coal. Now
with one sweep of flame it cleaves the way, and all the hearth glows
with the intensity. Emblem of full manhood. Now the coals begin to
whiten. Now the heat lessens. Now the flickering shadows die along the
wall. Now the fagots fall apart. Now the household hover over the
expiring embers. Now the last breath of smoke is lost in the chimney.
The fire is out. Shovel up the white remains. Ashes! Ashes!

WHY ARE SATAN AND SIN PERMITTED?

"Wherefore do the wicked live?"--JOB xxi: 7,

Poor Job! With tusks and ho