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careful. Lack of faith is why so manv prayers are unanswered.— E. M. H. A banquet was recently held in Winni peg, embracing “all the Roman Catholics of the West.” Archbishop Langevin was the chief speaker and directed that the toast to the Pope should precede that to the king. Both the Lieutenant-Governor, Sir D. C. Cameron, and the Mayor of Winnipeg de clined to attend, just as Governor Foss re fused, in Boston, when Cardinal O’Connell demanded a seat next to the President. Afterwards, however, the weak-kneed Mayor relented and went when they agreed to sing “God Save the King” before the toast was given to the Pope, and then they omitted the toast to the King! The arch bishop, amongst other things, said that “the Pope is the most sublime majesty in the world—he is the head of Christendom. The first authority in the world is the Pope. We are loyal to the King, but the Pope comes first.” There you have it! Glad stone most t vehemently said “that no true Roman Catholic could be a loyal citizen of any country.” And it is true. When “Father Phelan” recently said, “if the choice ever comes between the Church and the United States, I say to h— with the United States,” it was considered the ut terance of a fool or a fanatic, but now the archbishop states the same thing in the lan guage of a gentleman, which the priest spoke in billingsgate. The battle is on. Some day the blood will run.— Watchword and Truth. A fter the evening service at the mission, says The Christian Herald, the preacher was hurrying away to a late train. He had just three minutes in which to catch it. Fortunately the station was close at hand, A gentleman came running after him. “Oh. Sir,” said he breathlessly as he came up. “can you speak to me? I am very anxious about my soul.” “Well,” replied the mis- sioner, “my train is just here, and it is the last one; but look up Isaiah S3:6. Go in at the first ‘all,’ and go out at the last
which falls on the tombs of a hundred popes, including conspicuously one no longer dead than Piux IX. Honest Ameri canism will yet be too much for the in fallible Vatican in the Catholic Church in this country. A tourist making the round of certain eastern ports smiled when he saw painted on the broken hull of a shipwrecked schooner the advertisement of a certain whisky firm, which caused the writer to recall that, steaming into a, port on the other side of the continent, he noted the wreck of a vessel with its bow wrecked against a wall of granite rising a thousand feet from the water’s edge. He said to the captain standing close beside him, “There must have been an awful fog on when the pilot ran head-on against such a wall as that.’’ To which the seafaring man re plied, with a serious face, “There was; but the fog was in the pilot’s brain.” Then we knew that the ship was wrecked by a whisky bottle. How many of the poor hulks of manhood that we see every day. broken in body, mind and soul, are lost from that same cause! A n editorial, “Can We Pray About Everything?” interested me because it was in line with what I have proven to my sat isfaction in one small incident—though I do not believe there is anything small with Jehovah where His believing children are concerned. I am old and forgetful. I cannot read without glasses. When moving about the house, I am in the habit of laying mv glasses down in some safe nook. When again needing them, memory fails me. When perplexed about it, I take it to the Lord, asking Him to quicken my memory, and open my vision. This is followed almost immediately with finding the missing arti cle. Does that make me careless about mv glasses? Not at all. It gives me such a reverence for a Father’s care that it helps mentally, physically and spiritually. Look ing at it in this way, I think one is more
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