e of the car,
so they can have a full view of whoever may conduct the services;
instead of spittoons they will have a carpet, and instead of cards
they want Bibles and Gospel song books.--_Chicago News_.

There is an idea for you. Let some railroad company; fit up a Gospel car
according to the above prescription, and run it, and the porter on that
car would be the most lonesome individual on the train. The Gospel hymn
books would in a year appear as new as do now the Bibles that are put up
in all cars. Of the millions of people who ride in the trains, many of
them pious Christians, who has ever seen a man or woman take a Bible off
the iron rack and read it a single minute? And yet you can often see
ministers and other professing Christians in the smoking car, puffing a
cigar and reading a daily paper.

Why, it is all they can do to get a congregation in a church on Sunday;
and does any one suppose that when men and women are traveling for
business or pleasure--and they do not travel for anything else--that they
are going into a "Gospel car" to listen to some sky pirate who has been
picked up for the purpose, talk about the prospects of landing the cargo
in heaven?

Not much!

The women are too much engaged looking after their baggage, and keeping
the cinders out of their eyes, and keeping the children's heads out of the
window, and keeping their fingers from being jammed, to look out for their
immortal souls. And the men are too much absorbed in the object of their
trip to listen to gospel truths. They are thinking about whether they will
be able to get a room at the hotel, or whether they will have to sleep on
a cot.

Nobody can sing gospel songs on a car, with their throats full of
cinders, and their eyes full of dust, and the chances are if anybody
should strike up, "A charge to keep I have," some pious sinner who was
trying to take a nap in the corner of the gospel car would say:

"O, go and hire a hall!"

It would be necessary to make an extra charge of half a dollar to those
who occupied the gospel car, the same as is charged on the parlor car, and
you wouldn't get two persons on an average train full that would put up a
nickel.

Why, we know a Wisconsin Christian, worth a million dollars, who, when he
comes up from Chicago to the place where he lives, hangs up his overcoat
in the parlor car, and then goes into the forward car and rides till the
whistle blows for his town, when he goes in and