d, but he worshiped that boy. He didn't
remember that whatsoever a man soweth so shall he reap. My friends, they
generally reap what they sow. It may not come soon, but the retribution
will come. If you ruin other men's sons some other man will ruin yours.
Bear in mind God is a God of equity; God is a God of justice. He is not
going to allow you to ruin men and then escape yourself. If we go
against his laws we suffer. Time rolled on and that young man became a
slave to drink, and his life became such a burden to him that he put a
revolver to his head and blew his brains out. The father lived a few
years, but his life was as bitter as gall, and then went down to his
grave in sorrow. Ah, my friends, it is hard to kick against the pricks.

A Distiller Interrogates Moody.

In Europe in a place where there was a good deal of whisky distilled,
one of the men in the business was a church member, and got a little
anxious in his conscience about his business. He came and asked me if I
thought that a man could not be an honest distiller. I said, You should
do whatever you do for the glory of God. If you can get down and pray
about a barrel of whisky, and say, for instance, when you sell it, "O
Lord God, let this whisky be blessed to the world," it is probably
honest.

The Most Hopeless Man in New York now a Sunday-School Superintendent.

A young man in one of our meetings in New York got up and thrilled the
audience with his experience. "I want to tell you," he said, "that nine
months ago a Christian came to my house and said he wanted me to become
a Christian. He talked to me kindly and encouragingly, pointing out the
error of my ways, and I become converted. I had been a hard drinker, but
since that time I have not touched a drop of liquor. If anyone had asked
who the most hopeless man in town was they would have pointed to me."
To-day this man is the superintendent of a Sabbath-school. Eleven years
ago, when I went to Boston, I had a cousin who wanted a little of my
experience. I gave him all the help I could, and he became a Christian.
He did not know how near death was to him: He wrote to his brother and
said: "I am very anxious to get your soul to Jesus." The letter somehow
went to another city, and lay from the 28th of February till the 28th of
March--just one month. He saw it was in his brother's handwriting, and
tore it open and read the above words. It struck a chord in his heart,
and was the means of converti