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must have proper food for my sick men.” “Just ask for them, Colonel,” said the sur geon in charge of the Red Cross headquar ters. “Oh,” said Roosevelt, his face break ing into a smile, “then I do ask for them.” And he got them at once; but you notice that he got them through grace, and not through purchase. If men could buy the grace of a quiet conscience and a restful heart, how the millionaires would vie with each other at such an auction; but no one can have this chain of heaven’s gold except 'by the free grace of God, which is offered to us every one.—From Onward. I w a s down in Texas some time ago, and happened to pick up a newspaper, and there they called me “Old Moody.” Honestly, I never got such a shock from any paper in my life before! I never had been called “old” before. I went to my hotel, and looked in the looking-glass. I cannot con ceive of getting old. I have a life that is never gbing to end. Death may change my condition but not my position, not my stand ing with Jesus Christ. Death is not going to separate us. Old! I wish you all felt as young as I do here tonight. Why, I am only sixty-two years old! If you meet me ten million years hence, then I will be young. Read that ninety-first Psalm, “With long life will I satisfy him.” That doesn’t mean seventy years. Would seventy satisfy you? Did you ever see a man or woman of that age satisfied? Don’t they want to live longer? You know that seventy wouldn’t satisfy you. Would eighty? Would ninety? Would one hundred? If Adam had lived to be a million years old, then had died, he wouldn’t have been satisfied. “With long life will I satisfy him”—life without end! Don’t call me old. I am only sixty-two. I have only begun to live.— D. L. Moody. C h r ist ia n S cien tists are assuredly the most inconsistent people on the face of the earth. They profess to believe that these bodies of ours have no real existence, are merely a deception, of the senses. Then why
trouble to heal them? Why this craving for material comfort which they share equal ly with other people who believe in the reality of sensation? Christian Scientists eat and drink, they warm themselves when they are cold, rest when they are fatigued, and even go so far as to exact substantial fees for their ministrations and literature. One can forgive much to people who are self-consistent. One could even respect a person who denied the existence of his own body, if he tried to live as a spirit, eschew ing all manner of material comfort. We might doubt his sanity, but we should not question his sincerity. But the Christian Scientist is spiritualist or materialist just as it appears to suit his purpose—spiritual ist in theory, materialist in practice. There is unfortunately, too much divergence be tween theory and practice in all religions. But in no system with which we are ac quainted is it so marked as in that which professes to be a “discovery of the adapta tion of Truth to the treatment of disease.” —The Jewish Chronicle. S acrificial G iving . One time at a meet ing of the General Assembly, an effort was made to raise funds to send a young Prince ton graduate to India as a missionary. A teacher in a home mission school was seen by her hostess to slip a gold ring from hei finger and put it on the collection plate. Afterwards asked by the lady whose guest she was why she did it, she replied, “Be cause I had no money, and because I knew what it would mean if the effort to send this missionary failed.” Not long before she had been told that she would have to give up her own school because there were no funds to support it. But she would not give it up. She held on with magnificent heroism, and she contributed the ring with all its sacred associations to help another to do what was so near her own heart. Next morning a commissioner brought the ring into the General Assembly and told the story of it. It was worth about five dollars. “I will give five dollars to send
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