s volume of infamy were complete? Does it not seem as if the last
fifty years would make an appropriate peroration? No; God will let him
go on to the top of all bad endeavor, and then when all the earth and
all constellations and galaxies and all the universe are watching, God
will hurl him down with a violence and ghastliness enough to persuade
five hundred eternities that a rebellion against God must perish. God
will not do it by piecemeal, God will not do it by small skirmish. He
will wait until all the troops are massed, and then some day when in
defiant and confident mood, at the head of his army, this Goliath of
hell stalks forth, our champion, the son of David, will strike him
down, not with smooth stones from the brook, but with fragments from
the Rock of Ages. But it will not be done until this giant of evil and
his holy antagonist come out within full sight of the two great
armies. The tragedy is only postponed to make the overthrow more
impressive and climacteric. Do not fret. If God can afford to wait you
can afford to wait. God's clock of destiny strikes only once in a
thousand years. Do not try to measure events by the second-hand on
your little time-piece. Sin and Satan go on only that their overthrow
may at last be the more terrific, the more impressive, the more
resounding, the more climacteric.

Why do the wicked live? In order that they may build up fortresses for
righteousness to capture. Have you not noticed that God harnesses men,
bad men, and accomplishes good through them? Witness Cyrus, witness
Nebuchadnezzar, witness the fact that the Bastile of oppression was
pried open by the bayonets of a bad man. Recently there came to me the
fact that a college had been built at the Far West for infidel
purposes. There was to be no nonsense of chapel prayers, no Bible
reading there. All the professors there were pronounced infidels. The
college was opened, and the work went on, but, of course, failed. Not
long ago a Presbyterian minister was in a bank in that village on
purposes of business, and he heard in an adjoining room the board of
trustees of that college discussing what they had better do with the
institution, as it did not get on successfully, and one of the
trustees proposed that it be handed over to the Presbyterians,
prefacing the word Presbyterians with a very unhappy expletive. The
resolutions were passed, and that fortress of infidelity has become a
fortress of old-fashioned, orthodox religi