nto the chamber of Horror. There were wax figures of all kinds of
murderers in that room. There was Booth who killed Lincoln, and many of
that class: but there was one figure I got interested in, who killed
his wife because he loved another woman, and the law didn't find him
out. He married this woman and had a family of seven children. And
twenty years passed away. Then his conscience began to trouble him. He
had no rest; he would hear his murdered wife pleading continually for
her life. His friends began to think that that he was going out of his
mind; he became haggard and his conscience haunted him till, at last he
went to the officers of the law and told them that he was guilty of
murder. He wanted to die, life was so much of an agony to him. His
conscience turned against him. My friends if you have done wrong, may
your conscience be woke up, and may you testify against yourself. It is
a great deal better to judge our own acts and confess them, than go
through this world with the curse upon you.

Reaping the Whirlwind.

I remember in the north of England a prominent citizen told a sad case
that happened there in the city of Newcastle-on-Tyne. It was about a
young boy. He was very young. He was an only child. The father and
mother thought everything of him and did all they could for him. But he
fell into bad ways. He took up with evil characters, and finally got to
running with thieves. He didn't let his parents know about it. By and by
the gang he was with broke into the house, and he with them. Yes, he had
to do it all. They stopped outside of the building, while he crept in
and started to rob the till. He was caught in the act, taken into court,
tried, convicted, and sent to the penitentiary for ten years. He worked
on and on in the convict's cell, till at last his term was out. And at
once he started for home. And when he came back to the town he started
down the street where his father and mother used to live. He went to the
house and rapped. A stranger came to the door and stared him in the
face. "No, there's no such person lives here, and where your parents are
I don't know," was the only welcome he received. Then he turned through
the gate, and went down the street, asking even the children that he met
about his folks, where they were living, and if they were well. But
everybody looked blank. Ten years rolled by and though that seemed
perhaps a short time, how many changes had taken place!