a
criminal." Still no one moved.

The real Reuben Johnson was looking all the time behind him, and around
him to see where Reuben was. The Chaplain saw him standing right in
front of the Commissioner, and beckoned to him; but he only turned and
looked around him, thinking that the Chaplain might mean some other
Reuben. A second time he beckoned to Reuben and called to him, and a
second time the man looked around. At last the Chaplain said to him:
"You are the Reuben." He had been there for nineteen years, having been
placed there for life, and he could not conceive it would be for him. At
last it began to dawn upon him, and he took the pardon from the
Commissioner's hand, saw his name attached to it, and wept like a child.
This is the way that men make out pardons for men; but, thank God, we
have not to come to-night and say we have pardons for only five men--for
those who have behaved themselves. We have assurance of pardon for every
man. "Whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely."

GOLD.

-- All you have got to do is to prove that you are a sinner, and I will
prove that you have got a Saviour.

-- Do you believe the Lord will call a poor sinner, and then cast him
out? No! his word stands forever, "Him that cometh unto Me I will in
no wise cast out."

-- If God put Adam out of this earthly Eden on account of one sin, do
you think He will let us into the Paradise above with our tens of
thousands sins upon us.

-- The only charge they could bring against Christ down here was, that
He was receiving bad men. They are the very kind of men He is
willing to receive.

-- "Lord, you don't really mean that we shall preach the Gospel to those
men that murdered you, to those men that took your life?" "Yes," says
the Lord, "go and preach the Gospel to those Jerusalem sinners." I
can imagine Him saying: "Go and hunt up that man that put the cruel
crown of thorns upon My brow, and preach the Gospel to him. Tell him
he shall have a crown in My kingdom without a thorn in it."

GRACE.

Moody's First Sermon on Grace.

I remember preaching one night in winter--one of the coldest winters we
had--the winter after the Chicago fire. I had been studying up grace,
and it was the first time I had spoken of it, and I was just full of it.
I started out of the house, I remember, and the first man I met I asked
him if he knew anything about the grace of God, and I tried to preac