erywhere? Yet
modest things are apt to be overlooked. Are we not dazzled by
pomp and show? Did we not all cry out, "Oh, what a wonderful
cup--a king, a king with a crown?" We must not allow our
morals to thus easily hang like conventional cowards. This cup
of the king's is full of strife. Numerous virtues are not observed.

See the little tables and the tender vines so choked by grasses,
even modest flowers by the fallen walls! Let us note these, yet
glory and pomp are man's highest aim in life. I say we should
all become a freer people, but we are flattered by show and even
despotism. I behold wonderful promises.

This strong trail is for a long time. See the cutting instruments
again. The rasp and the little scissors shadowed beneath the
larger symbols. Behold the bed-rock, with crevices to catch the
feet, and here, a small road comes near a tunnel, looking
ambitiously towards the large avenue where splendor, prestige
and power are seen. See modern fashion so careless of the rights
of others--these poor little people. Yes, I will describe some of
these figures, to teach, if so we may, a bit of entertaining,
benevolent sense.

Again, look at this upper row of soldiers, machine-made men.
See the trumpets, I can almost hear their blast, and see the dust
and life-blood of degrading, cruel wars, which impoverish and
grind into filth the entire afflicted human race, though there
are very excellent people of wealth, were there to wisely
co-operate. There is some promise in this reading. If rich men
could become active benefactors--see the little banners--wars
would at once end, and the Christ would live with mankind.

MINISTER'S SPEECH.

I cannot believe that a loving, merciful God bids man to further
wars, strife and blood-shed for mere aggrandizement. It is really
a libel on all progress, grace and moral justice. The God and
dear Saviors whom I love and honor are not monsters of cruel
vengeance. There exist so many excellent signs of the good time
to dawn on the human race, when the tidal wave once really sets
into combined, perpetual motion. Let us all desire to thus aid the
race along these lines, or in whatsoever ways we can.

I am forever indebted to a dear, high-souled lady, who loved
young folks, for my first deep moral thought-lessons in
cupology, and in character readings. Life-long impressions and
aids have these brought to many others, in this high-art sensing
of human needs, therefore let us supply an