f, "Never tell another man to do what you are afraid to do
yourself."

To the Chocolate Christian the very thought of war brings a violent
attack of ague, while the call to battle always finds him with the
palsy. "I really cannot move," he says. "I only wish I could, but I
can sing, and here are some of my favorite lines:

"I must be carried to the skies
On a flowery bed of ease,
Let others fight to win the prize,
Or sail thro' bloody seas.

Mark time, Christian heroes,
Never go to war;
Stop and mind the babies
Playing on the floor.

Wash and dress and feed them
Forty times a week.
Till they're roly poly--
Puddings so to speak.

Chorus:
Round and round the nursery
Let us ambulate
Sugar and spice and all that's nice
Must be on our slate."

"Thank the good Lord," said a very fragile, white-haired lady, "God
never meant me to be a jelly-fish!" She wasn't!

GOD NEVER WAS A CHOCOLATE MANUFACTURER, AND NEVER WILL BE. God's men
are always heroes. In Scripture you can trace their giant foot-tracks
down the sands of time.

NOAH walked with God, he didn't only preach righteousness, he acted
it. He went through water and didn't melt. He breasted the current of
the popular opinion of his day, scorning alike the hatred and
ridicule of the scoffers who mocked at the thought of there being but
one way of salvation. He warned the unbelieving and, entering the ark
himself, didn't open the door an inch when once God had shut it. A
real hero untained by the fear of man.

Learn to scorn the praise of men.
Learn to lose with God;
Jesus won the world thro' shame!
And beckons us His road.

ABRAHAM, a simple farmer, at a word from the Invisible God, marched,
with family and stock, through the terrible desert to a distant land
to live among a people whose language he could neither speak nor
understand! Not bad that! But later he did even better, marching hot
foot against the combined armies of five kings, flushed with recent
victory, to rescue one man! His army? Just 318 odd fellows, armed
like a circus crowd. And he won too. "He always wins who sides with
God." What pluck! Only a farmer! No war training! Yet what hero has
eclipsed his feat? His open secret? He was THE FRIEND OF GOD.

MOSES--the man of God--was a species of human chameleon--scholar,
general, law-giver, leader, etc. Brought up as the Emperor's grandson
with more than a good chance of coming to the throne, one thing only
between him an