before, he opened a
saloon and a grand billiard hall. It was one of the most magnificent
billiard halls in Chicago, all elegantly gilded and frescoed. For the
opening he sent me an invitation to be present, which I accepted, and
went around before he opened it. I saw the partners and asked them if
they would allow me to bring a friend. They said certainly, but asked me
who it was. Well, I said it wasn't necessary to tell who it was, but
said I, "I never go without him." They began to mistrust me. "Who is
it?" they again inquired. "Well, I'll come with him and if I see
anything wrong I'll ask him to forgive you." "Come," said they, "we
don't want any praying." "You've given me an invitation, and I am going
to come." "But if you do come you needn't pray." "Well," said I, "I'll
tell you what we'll do, we'll compromise the matter, and if you don't
want me to come and pray for you when you open, let me pray for both of
you now," which they agreed to. It turned out that one of them had a
praying mother, and the prayer touched his heart, and the other had a
sister in heaven. I asked God to bless their souls, and just to break
their business to pieces. In a few months their business did go all to
pieces. The man who got up in the prayer meeting told me a story that
touched my soul. He said with his business he hadn't prospered--he
failed, and went away to the Rocky Mountains. Life became a burden to
him and he made up his mind that he would go to some part of the
mountains and put an end to his days. He took a sharp knife with him
which he proposed driving into his heart. He sought a part of the
mountains to kill himself. He had the knife ready to plunge into his
heart, when he heard a voice--it was the voice of his mother. He
remembered her words when she was dying, even though he was a boy. He
heard her say, "Johnny, if you get into trouble, pray." That knife
dropped from his hand, and he asked God to be merciful to him. He was
accepted, and he came back to Chicago and lifted up his voice for Him.
He may be in this Tabernacle to-night. Just the moment he cried for
mercy he got it. If you only cry, "God, be merciful to me a sinner," He
will hear you.

Moody and the Judge.

A number of years ago as I was coming out of a daily prayer meeting in
one of our Western cities, a lady came up to me and said: "I want to
have you see my husband and ask him to come to Christ." She says, "I
want to have you go and see him." She told