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 Copyright, 1892, by The Author 
 
The principal object of the author in issuing 
 this little volume is, to encourage interest in 
 Bible reading. However well educated people 
 may be, as far as secular knowledge is con- 
 cerned, they cannot afford to neglect the reading 
 and studying of the Bible, without incurring the 
 risk of being considered wofully ignorant. 
 
 Besides, the Bible comes to us as individuals 
 and demands our individual attention and 
 acquiescence, without making anyone re- 
 sponsible for our negligence or misguidance. 
 It , thus becomes a common sense matter, 
 with all reasonable people, to read the 
 word of God for themselves, as it only ap- 
 proaches them on the terms of personal responsi- 
 bility, and there is no way of shirking the 
 consequences that neglect entails. >^And not 
 only so, but to read it with such solid interest, 
 as never to rest satisfied until its letter and 
 spirit have made their true and lasting impres- 
 sions on the fabric of the soul. 
 
4 Preface, 
 
 In the midst of so many self-seeking and self- 
 glorifying notions that the blessed truth is made 
 responsible for, it is comforting and encouraging 
 to drink *'the unadulterated milk of the word," 
 free from the contamination of human imper- 
 fections and the gall of worldly-wise specula- 
 tions. The simple truth when taken in its 
 natural simplicity, which levels itself to every 
 reasonable capacity, maketh wise unto salvation, 
 and gives its possessor the correct idea of True 
 Wisdom — creates thirst that the truth, as it-is in 
 Jesus, only can satisfy — the honest, awakened 
 soul seeketh after truth, and must have it if it 
 makes the hair ot the head stand erect, rather 
 than have palmed upon it a pleasing substitute, 
 which only means eternal ruin in the end. 
 
 " Read, Mark, Learn and inwardly digest 
 the Truth." 
 
PAGE 
 
 Introduction ii 
 
 A Great I^ight 15 
 
 Synopsis : The lyight, the visit, the preaching 
 place. — The preacher, first hymn, reading of a 
 psalm, prayer, solo, and second hymn. — The 
 Text : God's written law to be fulfilled. — The 
 Subject : Natural Grace. -rj^sns did not bring 
 anything new ; only came to help pagans and 
 others along the path in which they were 
 already going. — We cannot yet assume that 
 all are aware that humanity has rich dress of 
 its own ; wants no new realm of piety. — A tem- 
 ple on the coast of Ireland where the waves of 
 the ocean, the symphonies of the organ, and 
 melodious voices of worshipers blended in sweet 
 harmony. — Conversions before Whitfield lived. — 
 Epictetus of Rome, great example of piety. His 
 soliloquy, which shows the fact that conversions 
 and regenerations existed in the dark pagan land 
 long before the Christian era. "'Where sin 
 abounded, grace did much more abound. * " — Max 
 5 
 
6 Contents. 
 
 Miiller's story of an Indian marriage, the piety 
 of the young pagan wife and her husband, 
 throwing into dark shade the best Christian 
 lives of the present day. — Draws a striking in- 
 ference, and makes a thrilling application. — The 
 great inferiority of Christians to these pagan ex- 
 amples of piety is not to be attributed to the 
 defects of truth. — Christ was at one with all ex- 
 isting systems of religion, and his object was to 
 simply assist, and perfect that which was already 
 here. — The Church beginning to consider St. 
 Paul's worship peculiar to his own time. — It 
 must prepare itself for the orthodox idea of the 
 Scriptures being swept away. — They will then 
 appear to proper advantage, when made human 
 history of one of earth's divinest sons ; when the 
 authority of reason will assert itself, and relegate 
 inspiration and absolutism to their proper legiti- 
 mate quarters. — This part of the subject consid- 
 ered and criticised. 
 
 The fact that vital godliness exists, what it is, 
 and the comfort it brings. — How true Christian 
 example throws a light across the minds of the 
 unconverted, enabling them to measure godly 
 lives according to Christian standards. — St. Paul 
 
Contents. 7 
 
 puts the matter of godliness in clear light, in his 
 letter to Timothy. — People ought to read the 
 Bible for themselves. 
 
 Heretic ministers considered and their ways 
 illustrated by a murder story. — The folly of 
 taking a few renegade ministers as a fair exam- 
 ple of the Church of Christ, and of putting them 
 at the favorable side of contrast with the honest 
 preachers who are being spent in the service of 
 Christ. 
 
 The professor bounced. — ^The vapory end of 
 society. — Cannot afford to let the Bible go, 
 or else back to heathenism. — The present day 
 contrasted with the time when St. Paul was 
 among the Greeks. — No Bible, then follow In- 
 gersoll ; he is the most honest man we have. — 
 Ministers only put up jobs ! — Nature contrasted 
 with grace. — David in the Nineteenth Psalm. — 
 Self-deception. 
 
 Faith contrasted with philosophy. — The un- 
 certainty of human wisdom. — Many ministers 
 have not the faith delivered to the saints. — 
 ^h^xQ. faith must be drilled. — No place for the 
 faithful foot to rest but on Jesus. 
 
 Sometimes preachers found their doctrines on 
 
8 Contents. 
 
 their I's, but holy men see God in everything. — 
 The mighty ego ! How it stalks ! Is properly 
 appraised. — Shame for educated people to be 
 guided by such egotists. — The place to look for 
 true disciples of the lyord. — Sad that many 
 preachers do not preach the gospel — preach 
 anything but the gospel. — No wonder rich peo- 
 ple go to hear such preaching, because they get 
 easy doses of carnal security, that for the pres- 
 ent alleviates their pain ; but poor people, many 
 of whom possess present and prospective pov- 
 erty, ought to have more sense, and go where 
 they will hear something relating to their cer- 
 tain future welfare. — A doxology to Jesus, the 
 concluding hymn. — Anothkr lyiGHT. Synop- 
 sis : Wonderful and illuminating. Great stickler 
 for holy ways, and for. adherence to the 
 Bible, even to its letter signs. — Flow of elo- 
 quence. — Death to the liquor traffic, and all it 
 governs. — Dress the happy companion of oratory, 
 but smacks strangely of nonconformity to the 
 world. — Early Methodism. — Clerical appearance, 
 but uncertain matter. — May point to some 
 identity, but only used as illustration. — Further 
 remarks about the Height : His charge, his 
 
Contents. 9 
 
 preaching, his conduct. — The new socket. — Ob- 
 jects to stipend ; lost the vote but cuts off the 
 head of one good member because he spoke the 
 honest sentiments of his mind. — The board 
 busted ; the old official members scattered ; the 
 result of wire-pulling. — A new Board of inexperi- 
 enced young folks ; stipend stiffened, the whole 
 means two hundred dollars more wage. 
 
 The story prolonged to get things in right 
 light. — A sample of how things are conducted, 
 and turned to profitable account. — A man that 
 goes to work for God, should take God's pay or 
 quit. — Not go to the Devil to ask for increase of 
 wages, to do the Lord's work. — It will not do ; 
 old Harry will have his work in, if he gets any 
 show in the matter. — Such ministers may say 
 that they are called to preach, but the stronger 
 facts are against the theory. — The soul-seek- 
 ing, soul-saving man lives away above the 
 earth. — Men who run church financial matters 
 are for the most part men of worldly turns of 
 mind, and cater to ministers on the carnal side. 
 The less spiritual a minister is, the more likely 
 he is to receive higher pay. — Owing to so much 
 carnal catering, the Methodist churches are con- 
 
lo ^Contents, 
 
 tinually involved in financial difiiculties, which 
 often give rise to improper scenes at Sunday- 
 services. — Suggestions as to what would seem 
 the right way, under certain circumstances, of 
 giving money to God. — Crooked ways versus 
 Holy Spirit, which govern heart and hand in 
 matters of rectitude. A man of God acts in 
 unison with God's will, and would ignore tricks 
 leading to carnal gain. — The official Board acts 
 unfavorably to the growth of grace in its mem- 
 bers ; too much trickery. — Is there no better way 
 to manage the awkward problem ? — Money mat- 
 ters form a methodistic sore that cripples its 
 power. — Spiritual life on the ebb. — Money runs 
 the church. — Ministers must cater to money- 
 men or be bounced. — Moneyed men are not 
 wanted. — Could be done without if ministers 
 were willing to take what God gives as wages. — 
 Would be more godly with less pay. — Has God 
 placed His church in such circumstances that it 
 requires Satan's help? — Money in solution in 
 the blood. — Riding money like a hobby. — Meth- 
 odism, if it carries out its policy of money and 
 members, in spite of other considerations, prom- 
 ises to be the greatest ism. The three yokes. 
 
The former part of this poem in a humble way 
 undertakes to make strictures on a sermon 
 preached in the Central Music Hall, Chicago, 
 Sunday morning, September 8th, 1891, from the 
 words, " I am not come to destroy but to fulfill." 
 The text is found in Matthew 5 : 17. 
 
 The context from which the professor ab- 
 stracted \h.Q. phrase, reads as follows : "Think not 
 that I am come to destroy the law or the pro- 
 phets ; / am not come to destroy but to fulfill. For 
 verily I say unto you, till heaven and earth pass, 
 one jot or tittle shall in no wise pass from the 
 law till all be fulfilled. Whosoever, therefore, 
 shall break one of these least commandments 
 and shall teach men so, he shall be called the 
 least in the kingdom of heaven ; but whosoever 
 shall do and teach them, the same shall be 
 called great in the kingdom of heaven. For I 
 say unto you, that except your righteousness 
 shall exceed the righteou«=ness of the scribes and 
 Pharisees, ye shall in no case enter into the 
 
12 Introduction. 
 
 kingdom of heaven." A parallel passage in 
 lyuke reads : * * No servant can serve two mas- 
 ters ; for either he will hate the one, and love the 
 other ; or else he will hold to the one and despise 
 the other. Ye cannot serve God and Mammon. 
 And the Pharisees who were covetous, heard all 
 these things and derided him. And he said 
 unto them. Ye are they which justify yourselves 
 before men ; but God knoweth your hearts ; for 
 that which is highly esteemed among men is 
 abomination in the sight of God. The law and 
 the prophets were until John ; since that time the 
 kingdom of God is preached, and every man 
 presseth into it. And it is easier for heaven and 
 earth to pass, than one tittle of the law to fail." 
 
 In Romans 3 : 31, we have — " Do we make 
 void the law ; yea, by faith we establish it. 
 And in Romans 10: 4, " For Christ is the end 
 of the law to every one that believeth." In 
 Galatians 3: 24, "Wherefore the law was our 
 schoolmaster to bring us unto Christ that we 
 might be justified by faith." Peter informs us 
 that * ' The word of the Lord endure th forever. ' ' 
 
 From the words of the text and their natural 
 surroundings, one might reasonably expect a 
 
Introduction, 13 
 
 sermon exhibiting the character and work of 
 Christ, as the fulfiller of the law ; and showing 
 reasons for his saying, "That no jot or tittle of 
 the law shall fail until all is fulfilled." But in- 
 stead of this, the speaker seemed to make a strong 
 attempt to show that Christ in reality fulfilled 
 nothing more than any other man could do ; 
 that there was nothing to fulfill ; and nothing to 
 bring that was not in the world before he came. 
 And as regards His saying, ''The law shall not 
 pass away till all is fulfilled " — it is simply 
 incorrect, because it is not God's word, but fallible 
 human history, and therefore, we may take as 
 little of it as we like, and refuse as much as we 
 please. This is the natural inference to be 
 drawn from the way in which the subject is 
 treated. 
 
 Listen! "Thus saith the Lord, let not the 
 wise man glory in his wisdom, neither the 
 mighty man glory in his might, let not the rich 
 man glory in his riches : but let him that 
 glorieth, glory in this, that he understandeth and 
 knoweth me, that I am the Lord which exercise 
 loving-kindness, judgment, and righteousness, in 
 the earth : for in these things I delight, saith the 
 Lord." 
 
14 Introduction, 
 
 The latter part of this poem shall be allowed 
 to speak for itself. However, the author would 
 have it understood that he is a lover of Method- 
 ism, and regards with veneration the mighty 
 achievements which it has accomplished in the 
 blessed work of saving souls. And, also, 
 acknowledges how much he is himself indebted 
 to early religious impressions, instructions and 
 gracious impulses, with which Methodism must 
 be credited. But, it must be allowed that 
 Methodism is not what it was, and the question 
 that naturally arises is : Is it advancing or 
 retrograding? This is the great question that 
 every individual member, as well as the church 
 collectively, ought to ask and endeavor to 
 correctly solve. 
 
*^a (great iLig!)t;' 
 
 There is a great imposing Light 
 
 That throws its rays both near and far ; 
 Some seem to think the rays are straight 
 
 And take it for their guiding-star. 
 When darkness seems to form a wall, 
 
 And troubled doubts surround with terror, 
 Then once a week these rays that fall 
 
 May clear away the mists of error. 
 
 We went to sit beneath its sheen, 
 And catch the brillance of its rays ; 
 
 Observe, where things are brightly seen, 
 Where wisdom makes its choice displays. 
 
 And it is thus, we come to note 
 
 . Particulars that then occurred ; 
 
 How things appeared to strike the thought 
 Both as to what was seen and heard. 
 
1 6 Two Chicago Lights, 
 
 The preaching place or Music Hall — 
 
 A spacious, fine, commodious room, 
 Perhaps, two thousands holds in all 
 
 When every seat has met its doom. 
 Its entrance wears palatial style ; 
 
 By marble steps leads to approach ; 
 The vestibule of fancy tile. 
 
 Does, but to please the eye, encroach. 
 The seats are what's called opera chairs, 
 
 Upturn, and have hat rack below ; 
 Which might, when fashion almost scares, 
 
 Serve some to rack the bonnet show. 
 There's outer circle and parquet, 
 
 Upper and lower gallery ; 
 There, too, the incandescent ray 
 
 To blaze through electricity. 
 The daylight enters at the top, 
 
 By stained-glass window, in the roof ; 
 The silver beams transparent drop, 
 
 As old Sol plants his brillant hoof.. 
 Upraised in front, there seems as were, 
 
 Twin organs that do face each other ; 
 
Two Chicago Lights. 17 
 
 More on the angle than the square, 
 
 Which makes Jock cross-eyed own his 
 brother. 
 An open corridor between 
 
 Seems to connect the noisy pair ; 
 Right in the center might be seen 
 
 The man that regulates the air. 
 And just in front, rostrum, of course — 
 
 With three cheap chairs to grace its floor. 
 A pulpit that the chairs indorse, 
 
 A flower stand that means no more. 
 These simple-like utensils made 
 
 A striking contrast with the rest ; 
 All else seemed on a high parade 
 
 Except the man the crowd addressed. 
 
 There was no wonder working choir 
 
 To let the congregation rest ; 
 All sang that had the least desire — 
 
 And many seemed to do their best. 
 No money-serving quartet there. 
 
 No howling prima-donna wench ; 
 
i8 Two Chicago Lights. 
 
 A plain precenter struck the air 
 
 While standing on the rostrum bench. 
 There was, of course, the lucre call, 
 
 To show that money needs exist ; 
 The regular familiar haul, 
 
 On which the churches so insist. 
 How good the gospel flowing free — 
 
 Although, the mediums look for pay — 
 To that poor man that goes to see 
 
 And for the first time goes to pray. 
 To him the gospel's oddly free, 
 
 With money-box pushed at his nose. 
 Which seems to say — " Now ! let us see 
 
 Your pockets ! Are they free or close ? " 
 Then strike a chord with hearts aglow — 
 
 ''Praise God from whom all blessings 
 flow"— 
 When, he well knows, they made a go, 
 
 Right for his pockets to bestow. 
 To him ! we say, 'tis strangely odd ! 
 
 And does the gracious gospel dim ! 
 
Two Chicago Lights. 19 
 
 To thus attribute all to God— 
 
 And still make such a go for him ? 
 
 In hat rack in each upturned seat, 
 
 Is programme of the service near, 
 Both hymns and music are complete ; 
 
 Announcements also do appear. 
 This saves the preacher's long harangue 
 
 And silently the matter serves, 
 While spouting and commenting clang 
 
 A congregation oft unnerves. 
 
 Being early there was shown a seat, 
 
 And found the programme as above ; 
 The hymns, all beautiful and sweet, 
 
 And brimming with the Saviour's love ; 
 Did look them over with delight. 
 
 And then again, did look them through. 
 So beautiful they seemed at sight — , 
 
 And still more beautiful they grew. 
 Though old, they seemed so sweetly new. 
 
 And brought along a holy fire, 
 
20 Two Chicago Lights. 
 
 The sweetest sight brought into view — 
 
 The lyamb of God ! The soul's desire ! 
 They made Him in great grace appear 
 
 In all his sweetest loveliness ; 
 In every word such happy cheer 
 
 To lift the sad and comfortless. 
 They shadowed forth the preacher's theme, 
 
 Showed just the place it would come out ; 
 Whether by the quire or the ream — 
 
 'Twas Jesus he would talk about. 
 
 The organ boomed the overture 
 
 With pleasing cheerfulness and grace 
 By which it also chimed the hour 
 
 The great man would assume his place. 
 And shortly, then, he did appear. 
 
 And took his seat behind the desk — 
 Did not seem such a mighty seer ! 
 
 Though traces bore of quaint grotesque. 
 He seemed to be of medium height ; 
 
 Opposed to personal display ; 
 
Two Chicago Lights. 21 
 
 Doubtless would be a shining light, 
 If he but gave an unwarped ray. 
 
 His tapered fingers owned no rings, 
 
 No massive guard begirts his vest ; 
 No gold chronometer outbrings 
 
 To flaunt it with a silly zest. 
 No gold in blossom or in bud 
 
 By which he might the poorest blufF— 
 Except a chaste, retiring stud 
 
 That fastened down his linen cuff. 
 His glasses owned no golden rim — 
 
 The frames seemed but of common steel ; 
 No pride was visible in him 
 
 That his exterior did reveal. 
 
 He seemed to stand as if he thought 
 
 Hmiself sufficient for the work, 
 To draw the close attention sought "^ 
 
 Till his discourse he did unlurk ; 
 And not because he's handsome looking — 
 
 He is the opposite to that ; 
 
22 Two Chicago Lights. 
 
 No beauty in him worth the booking, 
 
 Unless it comes from out his chat. 
 In this respect he's like the one 
 
 That really ought to be his master ; 
 But somehow does not catch right on — 
 
 Though he works hard with sticking-plaster. 
 Is like a root out of dry ground — 
 
 To see him, nothing to desire ; 
 But when he speaks and nothing found, 
 
 It makes the sickened soul retire. 
 
 Nor is there beauty in his style. 
 
 However rich his thoughts incline ; 
 Is far too much upon the while, 
 
 And not a little on the' whine ; 
 Lets flow no dashing eloquence 
 
 To sweetly sweep the mind along ! 
 Whatever may be said of sense, 
 
 'Tis highly seasoned with sing-song. 
 For all his wisdom ! — owned as wise — 
 
 And, one that's crossed Lore Lake's do- 
 main — 
 
Two Chicago Lights. 23 
 
 He seems to own nought from the skies 
 With which to heighten up his strain. 
 
 The organ ceases, up stands he, 
 
 And reads in slow, impressive tones 
 
 Hymn first in order of the three, 
 And which so much of Jesus owns. 
 
 * ' My faith looks up to Thee, 
 Thou Lamb of Calvary, 
 Saviour Divine ! 
 Now hear me when I pray, 
 Take all my sins away. 
 Oh, let me from this day 
 Be wholly Thine ! 
 
 May Thy rich grace impart 
 Strength to my fainting heart, 
 
 •* My zeal inspire ; *^ 
 
 As Thou hast died for me, 
 Oh, may my love to Thee, 
 Pure, warm and changeless be — 
 A living fire ! 
 
24 Two Chicago Lights. 
 
 While life's dark maze I tread, 
 And griefs around me spread, 
 
 Be Thou my guide ; 
 Bid darkness turn to day, 
 Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
 Nor let me ever stray 
 
 From Thee aside. 
 
 When ends life's transient dream ; 
 When death's cold, sullen stream 
 
 Shall o'er me roll ; 
 Blest Saviour ! then in love. 
 Fear and distress remove. 
 Oh bear me safe above, 
 
 A ransomed soul ! ' ' 
 
 He read a Psalm, engaged in prayer, 
 Which was addressed to Father God ; 
 
 When through — he claimed to leave it there 
 In name of Jesus, Saviour, Lord. 
 
 A solo here the leader sang, 
 And then another hymn was sung ; 
 
Two Chicago Lights. 25 
 
 The praise of Jesus sweetly rang, 
 And thrilled, as 'twere, from every tongue. 
 
 * ' lyord of all being, throned afar, 
 Thy glory flames from every star ; 
 Center and soul of every sphere, 
 Yet to each loving heart so near ! 
 
 Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray 
 Sheds on our path the glow of day ; 
 Star of our hope. Thy softened light 
 Cheers the long watches of the night. 
 
 Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn ; 
 Our noontide is Thy gracious dawn ; 
 Our rainbow arch Thy mercy's sign ; 
 All, save the clouds of sin, are Thine ! 
 
 lyord of all life, below, above 
 
 Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love, 
 
 Before Thy ever blazing throne 
 
 We ask no lustre of 07ir owjt. 
 
26 Two Chicago Lights, 
 
 Grant us Thy truth to make us free, 
 And kindling hearts that burn for Thee 
 Till all Thy living altars claim 
 One holy light, one heavenly flame." 
 
 The great man now announced his text— 
 
 St. Matthew, five, and seventeen ; 
 Clause of a sentence disannexed. 
 
 Which of itself did nothing mean. 
 But that seems what he really wanted — 
 
 It gave him scope for any way. 
 And yet to have his subject planted 
 
 As if it caught the Saviour's ray. 
 Made Jesus only say — " I come, 
 
 Not to destroy but to fulfill," 
 While he was showing men their doom 
 
 Who did not own Jehovah's will — 
 Saying, think not that I have come 
 
 To law destroy, or prophets end ; 
 I did not come to these entomb. 
 
 But to fulfill what they intend ; 
 No "jot or tittle " here shall pass 
 
Two Chicago Lights. 27 
 
 Till everything has been fulfilled, 
 And woe to that unworthy class 
 That act so stupid and self-willed. 
 
 But notwithstanding this plain talk 
 
 The learned speaker never hears, 
 But off he saunters in a walk 
 
 To see in nature what appears, 
 And seems to find so very much, 
 
 It dwarfs the Christian's plea for place, 
 We may pretend as such and such, 
 
 But pagans far outvie for grace. 
 
 He says. The Saviour only came 
 
 To advocate what they possess ; 
 When understood, it is the same — 
 
 The very self-same righteousness. 
 But these thick-headed, orthodox, 
 
 They've got things mixed in such a way — 
 That people's minds get in the stocks 
 
 Wherever they may hap to stray; — 
 
28 Two Chicago Lights. 
 
 The Saviour brought us nothing new — 
 
 He only really came to help 
 Where things had loosened in the screw, 
 
 To take and give a thumping skelp ! — 
 Was nothing really for to bring — 
 
 All was already in possession ; 
 He only could but give a swing, 
 
 To help along nature's procession. 
 
 Makes Jesus say — speaking to Jews — 
 
 I'm come, not to destroy your words. 
 But that more pleasing speech accrues, 
 
 With which propriety accords. 
 He thus, the Saviour does belie, 
 
 Because he filled a different mission, 
 Told them, they did God's law deny — 
 
 " Made none effect, by their tradition." 
 
 Then, he in learning's richest dress, 
 Says, We cannot safely yet assume 
 
 That all who live, they do possess 
 The light that round the wiser loom. 
 
Two Chicago Lights. 29 
 
 That all are mere humanity 
 
 Has rich religion of its own, 
 Wants no new realm of piety — 
 
 Just helping hand or stepping stone. 
 But many have imprisoned been 
 
 Within a special church's walls ; 
 The broad, fair landscape have not seen 
 
 That sounds like ocean's pious calls. 
 
 Then, to an Irish temple goes — 
 
 Somewhere, along the Irish coast. 
 To clinch what he does now declare 
 
 As if brand new from Holy Ghost. 
 'Twas built some hundred years ago 
 
 A league in distance from the sea. 
 The sea, objected to the show, — 
 
 Resolved such distance should not be. 
 And so it graduall}^ draws near — 
 
 Mahomet like, to mountain goes ; 
 And now in friendship they appear. 
 
 And each to each attention shows. 
 They blend their praises to the sky. 
 
30 Two Chicago Lights. 
 
 The organ and the waves agree ; 
 The worshipers are helped on high 
 And all is glorious harmony. 
 
 And thus we find how nature goes 
 To help a sinner on to heaven ; 
 
 How sad — one here and there but knows 
 The pious gifts by nature given ! 
 
 He says, There have conversions been 
 
 'Fore these of Whitfield and of others ; 
 In India, they may now be seen 
 
 A saving faith 'mong pagan brothers — 
 And then a vivid picture draws 
 
 Of one Epictetus, a slave. 
 Whose innate grace propounded laws 
 
 Till nature did supremely save. 
 He lived well in the distant days 
 
 And knew nought of the gospel sheen ; 
 In Rome, he caught the saving grace. 
 
 Such as with Christians seldom seen. 
 Possessed no Bible as his guide, 
 
Two Chicago Lights. 31 
 
 No preacher to explain the way ; 
 All that he had was nature tide 
 
 On which his frail bark safely lay. 
 He was a perfect prodigy 
 
 For godliness and holy ways ; 
 Attained this height of piety 
 
 By following out what nature says. 
 
 To show the holy state of mind 
 
 To which this heathen slave attained, 
 He showed how deep his thoughts inclined 
 
 When he with God an audience gained. 
 Referring to the end of life, 
 
 The pagan either said or wrote. 
 How glad, as he should meet death's knife, 
 
 To thus express the following thought : 
 " Have I, O God, in any way. 
 
 Transgressed at all Thy high command ? 
 Have I not properly used my day. 
 
 The power Thou gavest me in hand ? 
 Have ever I yet blamed Thee ? 
 
 Have I with providence found fault ? 
 
32 Two Chicago Lights, 
 
 When by Thy will I ill might be, 
 
 Did I, in strict obedience halt ? 
 At Thy command, I've poor been, 
 
 But was content. Thy pleasure was 
 I should remain, both poor and mean ; 
 
 Did I, for wrong make this a cause ? 
 Have I not ever come to Thee 
 
 With cheerful countenance and love, 
 To ready, with commands agree, 
 
 And all my firm affection prove ? 
 And, if it's now Thy will that I 
 
 Depart from 'mong the ranks of men, 
 , I do depart — nor Thee deny ! — 
 
 Because, Thy works, oft and again. 
 Have in the world by me been seen. 
 
 Thy kindness, I could so conceive, — 
 Take back all I have ever been, 
 
 Or am, for Thou to me didst give." 
 
 Says : Thus, facts of conversion, and 
 
 Regeneration, long were found, 
 And lay in the dark pagan land ; 
 
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 Where sin abounded, grace did much more 
 abound ! 
 
 We have presented this in some- 
 what of a hurried, restless way ; 
 
 Ideas have found their proper room, 
 The words as near as we can say. 
 
 And further say, we feel ashamed 
 To thus present such twaddle here, 
 
 And were it not for reasons named, 
 
 From such, we would wide distance steer. 
 
 But when we find a preacher paid 
 Ten thousand dollars for his work, 
 
 Who loves such twaddle to parade — 
 Old heathen legends to unlurk ; 
 
 And not to teach a junior class, 
 
 But audience of two thousand souls. 
 
 Who seem to take all that may pass 
 For gospel that his tongue unrolls ; 
 
 And then a pluming daily prints, 
 
 Through high regard for the great man 
 
 Or to extend its narrow stint, 
 
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 And act upon a wider plain — 
 Spreads broadcast to the wide, wide world— 
 
 That is within its ' ' Ocean ' ' coast ; 
 What Sunday heard on Monday's hurl'd 
 
 As if he was its greatest boast, 
 
 And this is our apology 
 
 For with such twaddle taking time — 
 This heathen self-doxology 
 
 That we have put in crippled rhyme. 
 
 But as we are about this thing, 
 
 Perhaps we might a thought suggest, 
 To aid a right and proper swing 
 
 And show the picture at its best, — 
 So that it may be rightly seen 
 
 In all the grandeur of its hues. 
 To place — where nature's truer sheen 
 
 Will aid observers in their views. 
 
 It seems an isolated case ; — 
 
 One out of Rome's great crowded city 
 Where millions could have joined in praise 
 
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 To swell the slaves' religious ditty. 
 And, why not have the picture shaded, 
 
 Which of this slave is nicely drawn ? 
 A background beautifully graded, — 
 
 In front, a pond and lovely lawn ? 
 St. Paul supplies the sweetest shading 
 
 In Romans, and, in chapter one ; 
 He there presents the grace unfading 
 
 That did the Roman people don. 
 The sweet and wholesome social bliss. 
 
 That dwarfs all other peoples known, 
 So far from owning ought amiss. 
 
 They rank a perfect paragon. 
 Would that not bring the subject out ? — 
 
 Supply the picture with relief, 
 Throw impetus into the shout — 
 
 lyong live, Epictetus, as chief ! 
 
 Supposing then, the legend true, 
 What does it really come to teach ? 
 
 Does it bring saving truth in view ? 
 Or grace within the sinner's reach ? 
 
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 Does that poor man the slave of sin, 
 
 Get any help from such a tale ? 
 Where shall he look ? or where begin 
 
 To bulge, or break, sin's iron rail ? 
 He's tried, and tried, and tried again ; 
 
 And just as often he has failed ; — 
 There's naught so true, as this of men, — 
 
 All are by sinful nature railed ! 
 And if you ever find a man. 
 
 Who is a saint by nature, — say. 
 Just shape yourselves for quickest plan, 
 
 To make out of his saintly way. 
 
 And still this abject Roman slave. 
 
 Was not unique, nor stands alone ; 
 There's others who themselves could save. 
 
 And for their sinful ways atone. 
 That noble high-toned Pharisee, 
 
 Who could add cubits by the score ; 
 Could go to God — say, I^ook at me ! — 
 
 I measure up ! — and something more. 
 
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 And further to support his case 
 
 He gave another pagan instance, — 
 Another miracle of grace 
 
 That places Christians at long distance. 
 This is a thing of recent date, 
 
 And, therefore, cannot be ignored ; 
 He takes it from a pious slate. 
 
 And, therefore, may be widely roared. 
 He gives it as new gospel news, — 
 
 Good tidings to the present race, 
 That ought to every heart enthuse 
 
 To seek this hallowed, pagan grace. 
 
 It is not from himself he speaks, 
 
 But one whose name is rated high ; 
 Who, from his brilliant brain outleaks 
 
 What learned thinkers edify ; 
 On whom fair fame has poured its showers. 
 
 Whose name spreads through two hemi- 
 spheres ; 
 Whose eloquence regales the hours, 
 
 While charming music fills the ears ; 
 
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 Whose mental stretch is great and wide, — 
 
 Spanned erudition's mighty plain, 
 Along with all that did betide 
 
 With bearing India on the brain. 
 But, as to vital godliness. 
 
 We scarcely know him how to spot, — 
 Still, should we venture on a guess. 
 
 We 'd place him near a Hottentot ; 
 And somewhat on the further side 
 
 Where nature skirts the human brink ; — 
 That territory, wild and wide. 
 
 Where flourishes the missing link. 
 Or, if we take this bright example 
 
 Which this great scholar does adduce. 
 Then, we behold a gilt-edged sample, 
 
 Of first-class prized religious goose ; 
 And if we carry down the thought 
 
 To where a curious mind might wish, 
 We find our higher powers brought 
 
 To contemplate a jelly-fish, 
 And, if we still must further go 
 
 To fathom this great evolution. 
 
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 We find, at last, a cipher show 
 
 As perfect, plain, and proved solution. 
 
 So if he now would change his sphere, 
 
 Assuming to instruct the soul — 
 Has circumnavigated clear, 
 
 All that belongs an earthly goal, 
 Until he's raised himself so high 
 
 By lofty learning's towering thoughts, 
 He'd better stay below the sky 
 
 'Till he has learned some simple notes. 
 For worldly knowledge means but little 
 
 In settling up a sinful case ; 
 It does not tell the smallest tittle. 
 
 In buying up a grain of grace. 
 
 But still, perhaps, we're talking fast, 
 A great professor quotes this man — 
 
 He speaks ! — and ought to be the last ! — 
 Pigmies ! must not attempt to scan. 
 
 It does not follow, it is wrong 1 
 
 Because, weak minds cannot discern ! 
 
 They must accept things from the strong, 
 
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 Till they are big enough to learn. 
 And hence, we only give this thing 
 
 In substance, as the rhyme will show ; 
 Add nothing to the gushing spring — 
 
 Take nothing from its sparkling flow: 
 
 Max Muller, in a recent essay, 
 
 Draws picture, far more beautiful 
 Than that, which does the slave portray,- 
 
 Though, beauty rich, we there did cull. 
 It is a pagan girl, whose birth 
 
 Occurred but thirty years ago : 
 'Twas India, where she struck the earth 
 
 And came such saving faith to know. 
 When she was only nine years old, 
 
 She was this soon in marriage given 
 To youth, eleven we are told— 
 
 And, then, began their earthly heaven. 
 While moving onward hand in hand, 
 
 I^ike a new Paul and Virginia, 
 These natural minds saw on the land — 
 
 Not only nature's rich display. 
 
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 And the more pleasing, quiet haunts 
 
 Sacred to holy friendship trod — 
 But on the path that meets all wants, 
 
 The footprints of the living God. 
 And little by little, the clouds 
 
 Of their idolatry rolled away ; 
 One by one the idol that deludes 
 
 Fell helpless through the brighter ray ; 
 And their sky became brilliant, 
 
 With inexpressible splendor. 
 Which awes man — till he is silent — 
 
 Except as he whispers — God, — no more ! 
 
 These two climbed up to the rich sense. 
 
 That God, alone, did first exist ; 
 All came by His wise providence. 
 
 By Him were made and do subsist ; 
 Is infinite, intelligent, 
 
 Omnipotent — refuge of all — 
 Immutable, benevolent — 
 
 To each His mercies richly fall — 
 By serving Him, men can attain 
 
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 The highest good while here in time, 
 And in the life that does remain ; 
 
 Thus, for both worlds, make life sublime. 
 To live in the name of such truth, 
 
 And in such a faith and hope, 
 They gave up friends and means, forsooth — 
 
 All that to worldly prospects ope. 
 The new truth seems of value more. 
 
 Than gold. They would prefer to see 
 The world fully empty of its store, 
 
 Than of religion, true and free. 
 Thus being cut off from every friend, 
 
 And from society cut loose ; 
 From scenes and pleasures these attend, — 
 
 What's made for show more than for use. 
 They daily to the temple went — 
 
 The nature-temple, built by God, 
 And there, their pious hours spent 
 
 In tracing Him along the sod ; 
 And sending up their silent prayers 
 
 Mixed with the sunbeams and the moon- 
 beams ; 
 
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 Twice every day this joy was theirs — 
 
 Did nature pour its blissful gleams. 
 A service such, we seldom see, — 
 
 So very much to see amiss, — 
 It was not sheer formality. 
 
 But full of joy and glowing bliss. 
 When recently this woman died, 
 
 And was of course young woman still; 
 Oh ! Thou all merciful ! she cried, 
 
 As Death came to his work fulfill. 
 
 The great man after quaint comment. 
 
 As touching this most brilliant case. 
 And got his diapason bent 
 
 To reach an altitude of praise — 
 His voice, the thrilling notes outrung : 
 
 The noblest Christianity! 
 Is but the pagan harp restrung ! 
 
 And tuned for grander symphony. 
 
 'Tis good to find this small concession, — 
 
 Thought Christianity was doomed ! 
 What by the force of grand expression, 
 
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 And by the facts that have uploomed. 
 It looked as if it was supplanted 
 
 By recent miracles of grace ; 
 In nature, found all that is wanted ; — 
 
 And, still, it almost seems the case, 
 For, further on, he takes away, 
 
 What would appear at present given ; 
 Makes nature show the brighter ray — 
 
 The better, safer way to heaven. 
 
 Says rarely in the church is found 
 
 Such blessed peace in God, above, 
 As in these pagans did abound 
 
 Born of the landscape and the grove. 
 And then, he gives another thrust. 
 
 At orthodoxy, which he blames 
 For keeping Christians in the dust, 
 
 And blocking hearts with massive frames. 
 That stops the soul from active play, 
 
 Debars the poetry divine ; 
 With God — communion sweeps away — 
 
 No triumphs to their death incline. 
 
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 And here he further does proceed 
 
 To urge that this Soudamini ; — 
 For that's the name of this pure breed 
 
 Max Muller makes to rank so high — 
 That she but shames the Christian type, 
 
 The best the present age can give ; 
 There's none so spiritually ripe 
 
 That in America now live. 
 That all who've read the flow'ry story 
 
 Max Muller does so finely tell, 
 Must to the pagan give the glory 
 
 In spontaneity of swell. 
 
 And thus he does in truth conclude, 
 
 Of all who have this story read, 
 Must, Christians make, a common brood, 
 
 Compared with this illustrious dead. 
 
 Says this inferiority 
 
 On truth's defects, we must not blame ; 
 Christ was in the majority, — 
 
 With Greeks, and Hindoos, one became. 
 Had they lived in the Saviour's time — 
 
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 The pagans, that we just have noted 
 They would have figured all sublime — 
 
 The Saviour would have on them doted. 
 Kpictetus, would been his choice 
 
 And taken place of good St. John ; 
 Soudamini, with sweetest voice, 
 
 As foremost Mary, would have shone : 
 
 This great inferiority 
 
 Of English-speaking saints to-day; — 
 I speak now with authority 
 
 And mean all that I firmly say — 
 It must be charged to this great fact, — 
 
 Religion they do not possess 
 That holds the higher traits intact, — 
 
 lyiving and dying righteousness ; 
 Religion brilliant with the hues 
 
 Of time and immortality, — 
 But for such treasure, tangled clues 
 
 As taught by church theology, 
 From Genesis, which starts the book 
 
 To its apocalyptic end, 
 
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 To keep in order as to look 
 
 And every word from foes defend, 
 Takes all the lifetime of a man 
 
 To work out such an awkward plan : 
 
 Christians have been like ancient nations 
 
 Who to protect their border-line 
 Have spent their wealth of men and rations 
 
 Invading foes to undermine. 
 The standing army drew the food 
 
 That to the home did comfort lend, 
 And so the church has lost the good, 
 
 By border-lines it did defend. 
 It's known few hours, when, it could sit 
 
 Down in the world in proper peace. 
 Enjoying riches brought to it, 
 
 Which cost such fighting to release. 
 
 And, then, he says : When we perceive 
 
 The church' s present tendency 
 To orthodox opinion leave. 
 
 As to old- timed theology. 
 And treat the Scriptures, one and all. 
 
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 As native of the earthly clime, — 
 Counting the teachings of St. Paul 
 
 But just peculiar to his time — 
 We must with boldness face the fact 
 
 That's looming in the distant near, 
 When churches all, with Bible sacked 
 
 Must throw it to the distant rear ; 
 When Testaments, both old and new, 
 
 Forever must be swept away. 
 With all the notions that outgrew 
 
 About what Heaven had to say ; — 
 When, it's made human history 
 
 Of one of earth's divinest sons, 
 Which will upset the mystery 
 
 Of godliness, that through it runs. 
 In that day Jesus will go on, 
 
 With the religious destiny, 
 With which he came mankind to don. 
 
 And not to blind with mystery — 
 When the authority of reason 
 
 Will occupy a proper place, — 
 With inspiration out of season. 
 
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 And absolutism out the race. — 
 Migration, will so easy come, 
 
 So gradually make its way. 
 That imperceptibly the room 
 
 Will have exchanged from night to day ; 
 The church will never know the time — 
 
 The year, the month, the day, the hour, 
 Or, where — the regained — Bden clime 
 
 Has got the reconstructing power. 
 
 And thus, this great and learned man 
 
 Keeps prophesying nought but good ; 
 Ignores the simple gospel plan — 
 
 Salvation through atoning blood — 
 Could any person have supposed, 
 
 With ordinary common sense, 
 A man who is for lore a host, 
 
 Could still as dunce be so immense ? 
 Where could the simpleton be found 
 
 That would presume to take this text- 
 Pretending gravely it is sound, — 
 
 And, then, support, as here annext ? 
 
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 When Jesus was great truths presenting 
 
 Of which no '*jot or tittle fail," 
 This man makes him appear assenting 
 
 The law and prophets to unrail. 
 And to oblivion consigns 
 
 The Bible as old human trash, 
 And sees it nearing the confines 
 
 Of where it must to darkness dash. 
 
 What empty blarney to the I^ord, 
 
 If we can so ourselves express ; 
 With what smooth guile he treats His word, 
 
 While tramping down His righteousness, 
 And holding thus, to public scorn, 
 
 Kmanuel I the Son of God ! 
 Down from His glorious person torn, 
 
 All that can constitute Him t,ord. 
 
 If Jesus was a mere man. 
 
 What sort of figure would he cut, 
 
 By acting on a highborn plan 
 And never using if or but ? 
 
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 A poor half-fed workingman, 
 
 Without a place to put his head, 
 Down under civil, social ban. 
 
 And from all worldly power unwed 
 
 Yet standing in a public place 
 
 And speaking as a mighty prince ; 
 As if he would command the race, 
 
 And would in time all men convince— 
 Saying, ''I came not to destroy 
 
 But to fulfill " my Father's will : 
 To simply thus myself employ. 
 
 To all that's written to fulfill. 
 
 What insolence it would have been. 
 
 After an exhibition such, 
 To, in a galling tone, and mean. 
 
 Their sympathetic natures touch ; 
 Pretending to be meek and mild, 
 
 After such vain pretentious show ; 
 Ivowly of heart as any child — 
 
 Still claiming heaven's mind to know ; 
 To ask them for to come to him 
 
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 For anything that they might want — 
 When there was not the barest skim 
 Of aught to see he had to grant ? 
 
 If he was but a mere man, 
 
 He is the most unreadable — 
 Of any formed on human plan ; 
 
 And, also, most incredible. 
 
 The great man owns, the Saviour true. 
 
 Some further on in his discourse — 
 No language, dead or living, knew 
 
 The mighty truths he did enforce. 
 Says, Christ brought truth, and brought 
 emotion. 
 
 He painted like an artist fine ; 
 Supplied the reason and the notion, 
 
 That did to social bliss incline : 
 He said, unto the Deity, 
 
 With famous good Kpictetus — 
 Has Thy will not been done by me ? 
 
 My poverty, did I discuss ? 
 Have I not met Thee with a smile ? 
 
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 And, if Thou askest me to die — 
 Even, in that cross-cursed style — 
 
 Should I e'en ask the reason why ? 
 Yes, I will go, with thanks to Thee, 
 
 For all the years I have been here. — 
 So like Epictetus, we see — 
 
 So solid, faithful and sincere ; 
 And, like Soudamini, as well 
 
 Where, we his full expressions cull — 
 Exclaiming at death's serging swell— 
 
 My God ! Oh, Thou all merciful ! 
 Then, clinches with a mighty force. 
 
 That pagans and true Christians stand. 
 Where they each other may indorse. 
 
 And hold each other by the hand. 
 
 Says sure He came not to destroy 
 Such kneeling forms as pagans are ! 
 
 But, rather, on their way upbuoy, 
 And thus for heaven them prepare. 
 
 'Tis easier far, for us to lead, ^ 
 
 To heaven, souls that are 'most there ; 
 
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 Already feeding on the mead, — 
 Already under saving care. 
 
 From this he shows how true Christ is, 
 His sentiments as ranking high : 
 
 *' He is so like Bpictetus ! 
 And so much like Soudamini. 
 
 But how can he be truthful, when, 
 
 Jle claimed to be the Lord forsooth ? 
 If he was only man with men. 
 
 How do we reconcile such truth ? 
 There is no getting round the fact, 
 
 That He, distinctly, godhead claimed ; 
 And, held it to the last intact,— 
 
 Ought less, by Him, was never named. 
 Claimed that the Scriptures all referred 
 
 To Him— and to himself alone ; 
 That they had only to be heard, 
 
 And everywhere He would be shown. 
 " Search well the Scripture, for ye think 
 
 In them ye have eternal life ' ' ;— 
 
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 You'll find their testimonies link 
 With me, on all their pages rife. 
 
 Then, where 's the truthfulness of claim 
 
 If Scripture's human history — 
 All localized to place and name 
 
 And free from future mystery ? 
 Why should he thus such airs employ, 
 
 And speak of matters that are nil ; 
 Saying ' ' I came not to destroy — 
 
 But Father's purpose to fulfill." 
 If there was nothing to fulfill — 
 
 Then, why should he pretend there was ? 
 And where' s the truthfulness, that will 
 
 Make something of an empty cause ? 
 
 Now let us follow out the thought, 
 And see what else he dared to claim ; 
 
 The arrogance, that was outbrought ! — 
 If all was human, to his name : — / 
 
 We have not time with Kve to deal. 
 As to her sin, and what was said — 
 
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 The serpent — how it bruised her heel, 
 
 Her seed — how it would bruse his head. 
 Nor can we stay with Abraham, 
 
 And note the promises to him, 
 Which did a mighty faith undam 
 
 In which his progeny could swim. 
 Nor with the other patriarchs 
 
 Where promise after promise came. 
 To which they did affix their marks, 
 
 And some in blood ! did write the name. 
 Nor with the types and shadows wait, 
 
 That pointed some great antitype ; 
 Nor with the prophets hold debate 
 
 As to the person they did pipe. 
 Nor with the angels at his birth 
 
 As they the glorious anthem sung ; 
 Announced Him, Son of God, on earth, 
 
 As they their every harp upstrung. 
 Nor even with the Holy Ghost 
 
 As to the meaning, '' My belov'd " — 
 The voice from heaven the Son did boast, 
 
 As on his head the Spirit doved. 
 
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 Nor with the angels' during life 
 
 Who owned him as their Chief and I^ord ; 
 Observed the human, torn by strife, 
 
 And did their kindly aid afford. 
 Nor with the angels from below — 
 
 The demons from the lower clime, 
 Who, as their God, did really know. 
 
 And dreaded, even at that time. 
 Nor will we stay to note his acts, 
 
 By which he does support the truth — 
 But just observe some stated facts, 
 
 That made their way out of his mouth. 
 
 Now, when he was but twelve years old, 
 
 As father, Joseph did disclaim ; 
 In language strange, but firm and bold, 
 
 Claimed Father, of a higher name. 
 His parents might not fully know. 
 
 Just get exactly on his scent ; — 
 But, Mary, knew enough to show, 
 
 It was not Joseph, that he meant. 
 But, when the time was fully ripe. 
 
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 That he should start upon his work, 
 He printed with the largest type, 
 And did his higher self unlurk. 
 
 In that truth-searching conversation, 
 
 When Nicodemus made a visit. 
 He sounds the note of his high station — 
 
 And makes the matter most explicit. 
 He claimed to be the Son of God, 
 
 And Saviour of a ruined world ; 
 God-sent, they must believe his word, 
 
 Or else, to hell they would be hurled ; 
 That he was not sent to condemn. 
 
 But that the world through him be saved. 
 As human, how we must contemn 
 
 A person, thus, who wildly raved. 
 
 And, yet, we find this learned man, — 
 This Nicodemus, prove his friend ; 
 
 He clearly did endorse the plan, 
 For he stuck to him to the end. 
 
 And surely he could better judge 
 Than people of the present age, 
 
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 Whose high-toned learning will not budge, 
 Though ciphers show on every page. 
 
 The conversation, it was long, 
 And every vital matter sounded ; 
 
 Christ's arguments appeared so strong ; 
 That Nicodemus' faith was grounded. 
 
 He, in another place, makes claim, — 
 
 To him — delivered are all things ; 
 His Father doth in him all name — 
 
 Being only Son of Ki7ig of kings. 
 No man knoweth who the Son is 
 
 But the Father ; and no man knows 
 The Father save this Son of His, 
 
 And he to whom the Son Him shows. 
 
 This is strange language for to use, 
 
 If but an ordinary man ; 
 It almost would an ass amuse, 
 
 If it but skirts a human plan. 
 *' Before Abraham was, I Am." 
 
 But Abe was twenty centuries dead ! 
 Unless he counted him a sham, — 
 
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 What could he mean by what he said ? 
 Says, plainly in another place — 
 
 I and my Father are one ; 
 And to a sinner when he prays, — 
 
 Ask Father, in the name of Son, 
 For I'm the way, the truth, the life, 
 
 No man comes to Him but by me ; 
 All worldly movements, futile strife. 
 
 Unless this simple truth you see. 
 And thus, as Son of God, he Lords it, 
 
 And treads it down with even trod ; 
 As God, as well as man, he words it. 
 
 And stamps it in that he is God. 
 
 And will a church consider this 
 
 But simple human history ? 
 The church that thus may seek its bliss 
 
 Gets further still in mystery. 
 
 Then as regards salvation's plan, 
 He says, ' ' He that believes on me, 
 
 Hath now eternal life. ' ' This man. 
 Doth open heaven, and make it free. 
 
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 And again, " I'm in the Father, 
 
 And you, my saved ones, are in me, 
 And I in you." Think not the rather 
 
 Otherwise, because ye cannot see, — 
 Because ye now cannot all know ; 
 
 Most surely ye shall know hereafter; 
 Just walk, by faith, the way I go — 
 
 And then your mourning shall be laughter. 
 lyCt not your heavy hearts be troubled — 
 
 Believe in God ! also in me ; 
 Your pain and grief will then have bubbled, 
 
 To sink beneath the softest sea. 
 In my Father's house are many mansions, 
 
 If not so sure I would have told you — 
 Not here, to lend to hope expansions, 
 
 And in the end but only sold you. 
 I go to prepare a place for you, 
 
 And sure as I prepare a place, 
 I'll come again — as God is true — 
 
 And see my saved ones face to face ; 
 And then receive them to myself. 
 
 That where I am, there they may be, 
 
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 To live from off the highest shelf 
 That's furnished in eternity. 
 
 Sometimes he spoke just as a man, 
 
 For man, complete, he really was ; 
 If it but touched his human plan — 
 
 Went not above an earthly cause ; 
 Thus, when he said, — Foxes have holes, 
 
 The tiny bird, a cozy nest, 
 The Son of man, no place controls 
 
 Where He his weary head may rest. 
 But, when advising on the soul. 
 
 And speaking of eternal things ; — 
 Its value as the human whole. 
 
 As earth to earth, but only clings. 
 Then, He as God, opens his mouth, 
 
 And speaks like one his subject knows ; 
 Gives it as safe and settled truth, 
 
 lycaving no room for hedging foes — 
 Thus, when — He speaks in gravest terms — 
 
 The Son of man will come in glory 
 Such as his God-owned might confirms. 
 
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 To clinch the simple gospel story ; 
 With holy angels at his call, 
 
 And sitting on His throne of glory, 
 While nations bowed before Him fall 
 
 To learn the end of this great story ! 
 He will divide as sheep from goats, 
 
 Give every man his right-earned place ; 
 Below — who but the story rotes — 
 
 Above, the simple sons of grace. 
 
 Most ignorant people may discern 
 
 When he as man, or God, doth speak, 
 If they but listen for to learn, 
 
 And not outlandish meanings seek. 
 The simplest person surely knows 
 
 When man or office speaks the words 
 The first, respect he little shows, 
 
 Unless it with the last accords. 
 It is but with the blessed word 
 
 That to the future so belongs. 
 That men their bluffing can afford, 
 
 And sing their independent songs ; 
 
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 Because they see no present sign 
 
 Boding a lengthy punishment, 
 To clearest breach of law incline, 
 
 While on gross willful ways intent. 
 
 And, now, we claim that he is God ! 
 
 Upon his word as positived ; 
 Or else, we claim upon his word. 
 
 The greatest fraud that ever lived. 
 Now, how shall we this thing adjust — 
 
 There are no two ways to this thing ; 
 The whole must crumble in the dust, 
 
 Or Jesus is both God and King. 
 This must be clear to all who think, 
 
 To all who wish to know the truth ; 
 He springs the living fountain drink. 
 
 Or makes the future worse forsooth. 
 He took the little hope away 
 
 The world could pin its prospects to, 
 And leaves it in the woods astray 
 
 To wander blindfold, through and through ; 
 The types and shadows that foretold 
 
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 Some great deliverer would appear,— 
 The dispensation that, of old, 
 
 For centuries long did millions cheer ; 
 So if he left naught in its place, — 
 
 Which he has not, if but a man. 
 Then, sink the name in deep disgrace 
 
 Nor ever own in any plan. 
 
 The learned man says— He is true— 
 
 Speaks greatest truths to language known ; 
 Then, He is God, without ado— 
 
 For that he has most clearly shown ; 
 And, being God, the Scriptures are 
 
 Not faulty human history, — 
 But Revelations from afar. 
 
 Which brighten gospel mystery. 
 And, make us easier understand 
 
 No ''jot or tittle " there can pass, 
 But every promise and command 
 
 Is stamped by heaven's stamp first-class. 
 
 And this is where the Christian gets ^ 
 His solid ground to stand upon ; 
 
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 However human thought besets 
 
 It cannot move him where he's on. 
 'Tis here, he gets his hope and joy, 
 
 'Tis here, his heart has perfect rest ; 
 'Tis here, his soul seeks sweet employ, 
 
 'Tis here, he gets his holy zest ; 
 'Tis here, he finds the warmest words 
 
 When worldly things are comfortless ; 
 'Tis now, he proves the truth is God's, 
 
 Which stamps his vital godliness. 
 
 There is no vital godliness 
 
 Unless it comes from out God's truth ; 
 If Scriptures are a human mess. 
 
 Then, we are worse than hogs, foresooth ; 
 For they can have the best of times 
 
 And wallow on — no future blinks — 
 But something in our nature rhymes 
 
 With which our future strangely links ; 
 And it is but the thickest head 
 
 That would a future disbelieve, 
 
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 Or else, the hardest heart instead 
 That plainest facts cannot receive. 
 
 'Tis plain to men of meanest minds, 
 
 That vital godliness exists ; 
 The way they view it often blinds, 
 
 But, still, it shows through darkest mists. 
 Most ignorant that we can find, 
 
 They have their standard godliness. 
 By which they measure Christia?i kind, 
 
 And make them either more or less. 
 
 It is an ideal righteousness 
 
 Which has its root in Christian faith ; 
 A sort of Holy Ghost impress. 
 
 That speaks for God, and what he saith. 
 And is enough, in any case, 
 
 To lead a man to seek the truth ; 
 Desire to find the higher grace, 
 
 That he in some way owns, forsooth. 
 He could not measure others so. 
 
 Unless, he had some distinct view, 
 Of what strict rectitude should show, 
 
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 To constitute the good and true. 
 And this will be Jehovah's line, 
 
 By which he'll measure at the last, 
 When truth will in its brightness shine, 
 
 And false delusion overcast. 
 
 They never place this measure line 
 
 Against a man of worldly views ; 
 He may to good or bad incline, 
 
 And do just as he seems to choose. 
 They may condemn him as a man. 
 
 And make him mean, or funny fellow ; 
 But further, they possess no plan. 
 
 Save punching, or a punchinello. 
 But when a man as Christian shows, 
 
 And poses as a child of God, 
 Then, up the standard measure goes, 
 
 And, every step watched, on his trod ; 
 The slightest flaw, or zigzag move, 
 
 Is seen and noted by the world ; 
 The measure shows an untrue groove. 
 
 The thing looks crooked or is curled. 
 
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 Where does the world obtain this measure, 
 
 This standard measure as to right ? 
 Not from the vaults of earthly treasure, 
 
 Its wisdom, learning, social light. 
 It has come with the Christian sheen,— 
 
 And with fair civilization spread ; 
 Almost instinctive, now, as seen, 
 
 Though seldom, gets beyond the head. 
 Yes, it is there, and there doth rest, 
 
 A perfect standard, right and true ; 
 The outward, it may fairly test. 
 
 But that's the most that it can do ; 
 By God the other must be meted ; 
 
 And though He use the self-same measure — 
 He knows what in the heart is seated, 
 
 And how to estimate true treasure ; — 
 For words, and acts, and outside things. 
 
 But oft belie the inner state ; 
 The good or bad the shadow flings,— 
 
 But God, alone, can estimate. 
 The things to us so clear and bright,— 
 So fair and good to look upon, — 
 
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 To Him, may be as black as night, 
 And waiting for his curse to don ; 
 
 And those which seem reverse of right, 
 And to invite our censure on, — 
 
 That struggling heart, for power and light, 
 Will meet the Saviour's sweet '* Well done. 
 
 But, this plain standard measure here 
 
 Which worldlings do so aptly use, 
 But speaks a truth the heart to cheer, 
 
 And to the faithful life infuse. 
 It shows dark sinners own the right, 
 
 In theory, if in nothing more ; 
 Give credit to the higher light, — 
 
 Though doubt the. owners of such store — 
 They may say : " There's a Christian sham ! 
 
 There, is a low, mean hypocrite ! ' ' 
 But that but speaks the '* Great I Am,"— 
 
 And stamps his word as holy writ. 
 The fact of there being hypocrites, 
 
 But speaks the Truth of God enjoined, — 
 
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 Just as the passing counterfeits, 
 
 The sterling currency that's coined. 
 
 But then, perhaps the preacher means, 
 
 The ethics that the Saviour taught, 
 When He so from his teachings gleans. 
 
 The greatest truths that has been brought ; 
 And, hence, but puts him somewhere down, — 
 
 Although somewhat a wee ahead, 
 With men of Plato's high renown, 
 
 And lists him with illustrious dead. 
 
 We grant that he is right in this. 
 
 That is, so far as ethics go ; 
 The world ne'er knew such social bliss 
 
 Till Jesus did the method show. 
 And, though the Jews possessed the best 
 
 Of men, and writings for to scan, — 
 In honest moments they confest — 
 
 '' None ever spake as did this man." 
 
 Now can we for a moment think, 
 That He who was so good and true, 
 
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 And sought the race in love to link — 
 
 By doing as would be done to; 
 That taught so many useful truths 
 
 That harmonize with social good, — 
 The wisdom earthly trouble soothes 
 
 And puts the life in better mood, — 
 That He would then his friends deceive 
 
 On the great matter of the soul ? — 
 Profess, himself, he could relieve. 
 
 And worlds of trouble all uproll ; 
 That while he thus as teacher taught 
 
 Would teach these truths as being his own- 
 Urging from heaven he had brought, 
 
 And must be had through him alone — 
 Thus, take advantage mean and low. 
 
 Of natural proclivities. 
 And set their feelings all aglow 
 
 On futile hope's activities ; 
 And, have them running hither and thither, 
 
 And telling stupid, foolish tales. 
 Until all earthly prospects wither 
 
 And courted death itself assails ; 
 
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 And that he'd choose himself to die 
 Rather than yield a .word he said ; 
 
 Would shed his blood to shield a lie, 
 And have the untruth widely spread ? 
 
 We're driven to thus fell conclusion, 
 
 If we make him a mere man ; 
 We must not hedge behind delusion, 
 
 But own the one or other plan. 
 And if we make him mere man. 
 
 The Bible's human history ; — 
 And thus, are back where we began — 
 
 But deeper into mystery. 
 
 But if he is a mere man, — 
 
 And consequently base deceiver — 
 Why not submerge beneath the ban 
 
 As meanest fabrication weaver ? 
 And why our great men take the mottoes 
 
 From anything that he has said ? 
 Why not go to Platonian grottoes 
 
 And give us classic texts instead, 
 
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 From Solon, Plato, Socrates, 
 
 Or Julius Caesar, Cicero ; 
 Or any other they may please 
 
 That seems to have an honest flow. 
 Or why go back two thousand years ? — 
 
 The world is wiser now than then ; 
 Why not throw to the wind their fears 
 
 And take their stand like honest men. 
 Say — *' Look at me ! I'm speaking now ! 
 
 I really ought to know something ; 
 More than the ages past, I vow — 
 
 And now myself, I give the swing. ^^ 
 
 Why utilize these stupid hymns 
 
 That speak this Jesus, all in all ? 
 That round his head a halo rims, 
 
 See angels at his footstool fall ; 
 Don him with every quality 
 
 The God of glory does possess, 
 And unto all eternity 
 
 Found on his name all blessedness, 
 That never own the helpless thought — 
 
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 The Bible's human history ; 
 Nor to the wisest oflfer ought 
 
 Instead of gospel mystery ? 
 These hymns are surely orthodox, 
 
 And like their frameis must be wrong ; 
 Their tendency is toward the stocks — 
 
 To fetter reason, firm and strong. 
 
 Now, as it would appear as shown, 
 
 That vital godliness exists, 
 Which, through God's truth is only known, 
 
 As it dispels all mental mists. 
 And brings in view the higher light 
 
 Which through the truth does radiate. 
 Showing the way to God and right 
 
 And guiding from a fallen fate. 
 We may now further here assert. 
 
 Unless this truth is owned as such — 
 No godliness will be alert, 
 
 That would a different medium touch. 
 So that, to say, the Bible shows 
 
 But history of the human race — 
 
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 Shows nought above, what earth bestows — 
 
 Refers to only earthly grace — 
 Speaks for another fact indeed — 
 
 That he who does this mind possess, 
 And urges others thus to heed, 
 
 Knows nought of vital godliness. 
 This follows as the night the day 
 
 And shows him in the clearest light, 
 Leaves little doubt he's far astray, 
 
 And wandering in the blackest night. 
 
 And, here we wish to firmly say. 
 
 Without this vital godliness. 
 No one need hope to see the day 
 
 When he will heavenly bliss possess. 
 This godliness — or, God-likeness, 
 
 Can only be but of one kind, — 
 The spirit form, it does possess — 
 
 A holy, pure and loving mind. 
 
 We call it ' * vital godliness, ' ' 
 
 To give more force to the expression. 
 But ^' godliness,'^ it means no less ! 
 
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 Means, having God in our possession. 
 There is no godliness exists 
 
 Where God does not both dwell and guide ; 
 At best, a steering through the mists 
 
 That human reason does provide. 
 And thus, St. Paul, in writing to 
 
 Young Timothy, his gospel son, — 
 Advises him to hold what's true. 
 
 And preach the grace by Jesus won: — 
 
 " If thou but to the truth take heed, — 
 
 And put in mind those in thy care, — 
 Thou shalt do Jesus' work indeed, 
 
 And all His blessed word declare. 
 Refuse, as silly and profane, 
 
 Those old wives' fables that are told, 
 And let thy exercising strain 
 
 Be to fair godliness unfold ; 
 For all this bodily exercise 
 
 Through promptings of the human heart, 
 Bring little as a present prize, 
 
 And nothing as a future part. 
 
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 But godliness is full of gain, 
 With promise now, and after this ; 
 
 All needs to earthl)' life sustain, 
 And heaven for its future bliss. 
 
 So, even in these early days, 
 
 St. Paul, young Timothy, doth guard. 
 Against the mean deceitful ways 
 
 Of heretics, that truth discard ; 
 That seek to feed with old wives' fables, 
 
 Thus satisfy a hungry soul ; 
 On God himself would turn the tables 
 
 To force the stuff they have to dole ; 
 And thus, in fact, reminding us. 
 
 As to the present learned cry 
 About the great Kpictetus, — 
 
 The greater still Soudamini. 
 
 Perhaps, this good Epictetus, 
 Was one most highly held up then. 
 
 For he was neither more nor less 
 
 Than one of earth's great learned men ; 
 
 And round his name the fame had gone 
 
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 All magnified by good ' * old wives, ' ' ' 
 Till big enough to preach upon, — 
 
 On which, perhaps, some staked their lives 
 And, as St. Paul, was writing for 
 
 The times, in which he lived, alone, 
 And ran Bpictetus ashore 
 
 In spite of what '' old wives " might own, 
 We must, ourselves, most compliment. 
 
 That we Soudamini have left — 
 In spite of Paul with his descent — 
 
 Of whom we cannot be bereft. 
 
 We have vSoudamini much later, 
 
 Her generation, weaker, wiser ; 
 She than Bpictetus is greater, — 
 
 And we might wrong her to despise her. - 
 So, if Bpictetus must go, 
 
 We may retain Soudamini, — 
 On her our ardent love bestow — 
 
 If necessary, for her die. 
 
 St. Paul though "speaking for his time," 
 Spoke very firmly when he spoke ; 
 
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 Submerging controversy's chime 
 
 He from all doubtful language broke. 
 In speaking of the mystery 
 
 Of this great unique godliness, 
 Six items in its history 
 
 He states it does in fact possess ; 
 And first in order does assert 
 
 That God in flesh was manifest ; 
 No mystery must this truth avert, 
 
 It is the only Christian test ; 
 No spirit life is in the soul 
 
 Without this spirit basis thus. 
 This fact, it rounds and makes the whole- 
 
 '* Immanuel ! — that's God with us." 
 In spirit He was justified — 
 
 Of angels seen — First told the story — 
 To Gentiles preached — To none denied - 
 
 Received ! Believed ! then up to glory. 
 
 And if what Jesus said was true, 
 
 Of people, there are but two kinds : 
 They, that the Godlike seek to do, 
 
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 They, who their sin but only blind. 
 He does not sinners try to grade 
 
 And promise suited states above ; 
 He cuts all with the sharpest blade 
 
 If they object the narrow grove. 
 They must go through that straight, straight 
 gate, 
 
 They must walk in the narrow way ; 
 Must doff themselves of every weight 
 
 And hurry on without delay — 
 No time to dally with the world. 
 
 No time for worldly compromise ; 
 By looking round, are tripped and twirled, 
 
 And in the end but lose the prize. 
 Of righteous and unrighteous spoke. 
 
 Of godly and ungodly, too — 
 Believers, unbelieving folk. 
 
 Of really truthful and untrue ; 
 He spoke of wheat and spoke of tares ; 
 
 He spoke of sheep and spoke of goats ; 
 Of virgins wise ; those unawares ; 
 
 But more than two kinds never notes. 
 
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 What sense from this can we derive, 
 
 If everybody is alike ? 
 Why need we run ? why need we strive ? 
 
 If nothing does our future dyke ? 
 Why talk so much about two kinds 
 
 If there is really only one ? 
 Such teaching mixes anxious minds, 
 
 Makes honest hearers all begone. 
 They make no sense of what is said, 
 
 Shut up within the darkest doubt ; 
 There's no way to His statements thread, 
 
 Or from the labyrith get out. 
 
 We think there must be something in it, 
 
 Or else the Saviour seems most strange. 
 And would advise who wish to win it. 
 
 By his plain statements life arrange ; 
 And be not cheated by the wise — 
 
 The worldly wise, with carnal hearts ; 
 They in their hearts God's truth despise — 
 
 Though they may seem to own some parts. 
 I^et such go seeking present time, 
 
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 And staking all on earthly bliss ; 
 Are blindfold — hoping things to rhyme, 
 
 When they the Son do never kiss. 
 Thus far, perhaps, we've said enough, 
 
 For all who do not court the elves ; 
 For more, to show — men's empty stuff — 
 
 What fools the learn 'd make of themselves, 
 Just read the blessed word of God 
 
 With calm and true believing heart, 
 And see how God will light afford 
 
 And all its higher sense impart. 
 
 This mighty man, the church includes. 
 
 Because a few hold mean opinions ; — 
 The church makes party to the feuds 
 
 Of heretic, unworthy minions ; 
 Men, who have hedged behind its shade, 
 
 To have an easy, lazy life ; — 
 Through learning's pleasures sweetly wade, 
 
 Free from earth's care, and toil and strife ; 
 Who, cultivate the lofty thought. 
 
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 Of high-toned popularity, — 
 To take their place as men of note — 
 
 Broad minds, new thought, wide charity ; 
 Whose great ambition has its stake — 
 
 How best to make this world a home, 
 Whose souls have never got awake. 
 
 As to the greater world to come. 
 
 Still some of them have taken place 
 
 And pose as if they knew it all ; 
 Most people at them vaguely gaze, 
 
 And think them right the way they brawl. 
 When these men see they have attention. 
 
 Which they will have from certain sources, 
 Whatever stupid thing they mention 
 
 They place behind all lingual forces ; 
 But they need not be so elated 
 
 Because the populace applaud 
 'Tis something sometimes to be hated 
 
 Especially when it lauds a fraud. 
 It is no sign a man is right. 
 
 Or even that a man is clever — 
 
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 Because some gobble him at sight 
 And cease to talk about him never. 
 
 It is not many years ago, 
 
 Two men on ocean steamer met ; 
 Same country they were coming fro 
 
 Which did a closeness soon beget. 
 They landed somewhere in the east, 
 
 When they did strike this country's shore ; 
 Did walk, converse, together feast — 
 
 Like brothers seem'd — yea, even more. 
 One was commercial traveler, 
 
 Upon a most extensive tour ; 
 lyined pockets, with unraveler. 
 
 That most entanglements can cure. 
 His friend was one who posed physician, 
 
 With airs of one pretension mocks ; 
 Part magic mixed into his mission. 
 
 And held some bonds in airy stocks. 
 Was full of jokes and grining smiles. 
 
 And civil — full of kind attention ; 
 Had cunning, to seclude his wiles. 
 
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 And sugar-coat the lies he'd mentiou. 
 His generous friend advanced him money, 
 
 Upon such mean security ; 
 And saw him right for bread and honey, 
 
 As if on pledged annuity. 
 
 They wended to a western city, 
 
 Were seen as chums, from time to time ; 
 Were always jolly, good and gritty. 
 
 And sportive in the distant clime. 
 Not many days had passed away 
 
 When doctor seemed in mighty bustle ; 
 His friend, had left the previous day, 
 
 And now, to go himself, must hustle. 
 His friend, of course, again will come. 
 
 When he has got his business o'er ; 
 His trunk is waiting in his room 
 
 But he is on a business tour. 
 And so the doctor leaves in glory — 
 
 All English, in a Frenchman's guise ; 
 For present use his flowing story 
 
 Helps to protect himself, and prize. 
 
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 But in, say ten or dozen days, 
 
 Where they had stayed as their hotel, 
 Servants were driven from the place 
 
 By such an awful, sickening smell. 
 It, soon was traced to that same room 
 
 Where the commercial had his trunk ; 
 The bedroom door, it met its doom, 
 
 Which made it plain where hid the skunk. 
 The odor, porters drove apace. 
 
 They rush as in a beating storm ; 
 The fasten' d lid, they soon displace, 
 
 But to expose a mangled form. 
 There, mutilated, is a man, 
 
 A young man, like the doctor's friend. 
 Crushed in the trunk, in rudest plan. 
 
 Which shows how he had met his end. 
 This, the commercial brought to mind, 
 
 And also, too, the other's bustle ; 
 All thoughts, toward doctor were inclined. 
 
 And to the way he seemed to hustle. 
 The city was in great commotion 
 
 About the sickening, awful news ; 
 
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 It claimed first place in every notion — 
 
 Served weeks for spinning yarns and clews. 
 
 The doctor left prints of his trail, 
 
 Authorities they traced his track ; 
 But, for a distant port set sail. 
 
 Before they caught to bring him back : 
 Still fleeting electricity 
 
 Outstepped the steamer steed he rode ; 
 With all his timed duplicity. 
 
 Was back to face the episode. 
 
 He was confronted with the charge, 
 
 And as a doctor made excuse ; 
 * * Dose gave of chloroform too large — 
 
 And, hue and cry ! what was the use ? 
 He was a stranger in the city. 
 
 Knew nothing of the country's laws. 
 And though his heart was wrung with pity 
 
 That would not save him from its claws. 
 The only thing that he could do 
 
 Was now to make a foreign shore. 
 The quickest way the country through. 
 
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 As here, safe keeping was no more ; 
 And, as the man was really dead, 
 
 And put away, though somewhat funny — 
 'Twas better him to take, instead. 
 
 Than leave behind, such things as money.'* 
 
 And, strange indeed, it is to say. 
 
 This man had many sympathizers ; 
 Because in jail, they thought foul play — 
 
 They felt, almost, like law despisers. 
 They thought the man had made a case 
 
 To satisfy the most fastidious. 
 And to impugn his kindly ways 
 
 It was because themselves were hideous. 
 He'd done his best to help his friend. 
 
 And get him through a painful spell ; 
 And if he'd blundered in the end 
 
 Why send him after him pell-mell ? 
 
 He had his trial — was' condemned, 
 As evidence seemed bright and clear, 
 
 But technicalities things hemmed — 
 Thus leasing life from year to year. 
 
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 Of course, at last, things got to where 
 The tallest fellow had to speak ; 
 
 He spoke — and what he did declare — 
 But circumscribed the doctor squeak. 
 
 He stayed in prison several years — 
 
 Nor did he seem to feel his crime ; 
 Nor was he ever seen in tears — 
 
 Because he had a splendid time. 
 For notwithstanding this base act, 
 
 Was catered to, as if a lord ; 
 Had all that he could wish, in fact, 
 
 Save what his freedom might afford. 
 And had the good opinion too 
 
 Of very many silly folks 
 Who seemed of him to make ado, 
 
 And prized his little stupid jokes. 
 
 Now this presents a murder case 
 Where but the body was destroyed ; 
 
 Plain to be seen the dearth of grace 
 And yet how some appear decoyed. 
 
 So plain to simple, unwarped minds. 
 
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 The truth appeared at every turn ; 
 Yet, to a many wearing blinds, 
 
 The treatment caused a morbid burn. 
 But oh ! how triffling the mistake 
 
 Arising from a transient course. 
 Compared with that so many make 
 
 As to Jehovah's lasting laws. 
 
 How ! as to ever-precious souls, 
 
 Who, by the thousand are being lost ; 
 Being pointed to uncertain goals. 
 
 Are ever by their follies tossed ; 
 Who never learn the way of peace 
 
 That comes by way of saving blood ; 
 Who never find from sin release. 
 
 By trusting in the Son of God. 
 Are sacrificed for worldly gain, — 
 
 Souls bartered for the good of earth ; 
 Their selfish objects to maintain. 
 
 Care nothing what a soul is worth. 
 They chloroform half-waked souls 
 
 And put them back in deadly sleep 
 
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 Until the doleful tinkling tolls 
 
 That calls them to an endless deep. 
 What fatal errors do exist ; 
 
 What empty platitudes put forth ; 
 Soul-murderous, on their stuff insist, 
 
 And choke the hungry souls with earth. 
 Yet, popularity pursues 
 
 The very men who cater thus, 
 While public notice does refuse 
 
 Plain gospel, which the true discuss. 
 Oh yes, how many cater but 
 
 To proudly take the public gaze*; 
 Both soul and body, keenly put 
 
 In exercise for such a race. 
 
 The worldling is no wonder here — 
 That's all the glory that he knows, — 
 
 But Christ-called, rather ought to fear 
 Than cater what the world bestows. 
 
 And when we see some ministers 
 Are throwing to the world a bait, 
 
 ' And acting more like sinisters 
 
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 Who at a gambling table wait, 
 To gain a notoriety, 
 
 But at the cost of Him they serve, 
 Seems sad case of propriety, 
 
 And sadder still of galling nerve. 
 
 To take the few that thus appear 
 
 Against the many noble preachers. 
 Who to their Master's cause adhere — 
 
 In what He taught, are honest teachers, 
 And mix them with the renegades 
 
 Who can but represent the elves. 
 Is but to lend the hand that aids— 
 
 And speaks to be but of themselves. 
 And, then, to draw the strange conclusion 
 
 Church orthodox, is to the dogs, 
 When it is but a wild delusion 
 
 Of one that's deeply in the fogs. 
 Well say, because of suicides, 
 
 The world will soon be at an end ; — 
 But, it increases, and abides. 
 
 However men and matters tend. 
 
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 And, men may come, and men may go — 
 God's truth it ever will endure ; 
 
 And will to after ages show 
 
 The way to Him, both plain and sure. 
 
 Sometimes, the church has to turn kicker, 
 
 And kick the kicker out its fold, 
 When he insists on being a sticker. 
 
 While passing still his spurious gold. 
 If we are not, by far, mistaken, 
 
 It was the case with the professor ; 
 He frizzled with his rancid bacon. 
 
 Till he became a dispossessor. 
 But so it is ! the kindly world 
 
 But wait's to drink the water skim ; 
 Soon as the church has outside hurled, 
 
 With mouth wide-open gobbles him. 
 Supported by the world////^. 
 
 Commercial gamblers, money sharks, 
 Who six days in the week compete — 
 
 The seventh, show some honest marks. 
 By giving to the I^ord a share, 
 
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 Or to the devil part his own, 
 And, thus, far up above prepare. 
 
 Or, far beneath, where better known, 
 
 The thick end of society. 
 
 Is like a vapor, thin and loose ; 
 Fond of extensive piety 
 
 That does embrace, all it may choose. 
 And if a comet should be found 
 
 Whose orbit reaches easy grace^ 
 As Nebula, it tails around — 
 
 And off into the unknown space. 
 So these aspiring men we find 
 
 Of whom the world makes so much boast 
 And are to public praise inclined — 
 
 To figure in the world a host, 
 They cannot sooner this achieve 
 
 Than follow out this certain rule, — 
 Just let it as it likes believe. 
 
 And to the same become a tool. 
 
 If these men take our Bible thus 
 And make it history of the world. 
 
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 Then, we have nothing left to us, 
 
 Than to be by their wisdom twirled. 
 And since, of God we nothing know 
 
 But what comes through the sacred word. 
 As ancient heathens we must go 
 
 Without a guide — without the I,ord. 
 With all the learning of the Greeks 
 
 We know how Paul this people found ; 
 That altar, for their knowledge, speaks, — 
 
 Will to the latest days resound ! 
 With all their gods, there was another. 
 
 That altar, sure — but strangely spoke — 
 But, as to knowledge gave no other 
 
 Than savored of an unknown yoke. 
 
 Their greatest men had lived before 
 St. Paul had ever there been seen ; — 
 
 And here, we have the splendid store 
 Of all the wisest that had been. 
 
 The best that they could bring to light. 
 As squeezed from out the cranium pod. 
 
 Was for to point through heathen night, 
 
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 To contemplate an '' unknown God." 
 St. Paul, he told these learned Greeks, 
 
 That he could show this ** unkiiown God ; " 
 And, then, in clearest language speaks, 
 
 And shows Him through the blessed word. 
 But when he pressed the vital parts, 
 
 And showed how knowledge was attained, 
 They turned away their stupid hearts. 
 
 And mocking,— in their sins remained. 
 A few the truth did reach, indeed — 
 
 The knowledge, to their hearts, appeared ; 
 From sin and self, at once were freed, 
 
 And to the gracious cause adhered. 
 
 And have we reason to believe 
 
 That we, would now, know more than they, 
 Without the Scriptures to achieve 
 
 The knowledge that we have to-day ? — 
 Perhaps, as far as talent goes. 
 
 The greatest men the world has seen, 
 Had passed along its tidal flows 
 
 Before the Saviour here had ^een. 
 
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 So that the world was fairly tried 
 
 As to the lifting of its lot ; 
 But, it to betterness more died — 
 
 Conversely, rather, how it got. 
 Now, if we, of God's truths make light, 
 
 And take our stock in human lore, 
 Then back we are into the night, — 
 
 Than Christless pagans know no more ; 
 Are leveled down to atheists ; 
 
 May count the universe of chance ; 
 Deep in bewilderment and mists — 
 
 Beyond the grave, make no advance. 
 
 Then eulogize the bouncing Bobs 
 
 The Huxleys, Tyndalls and the like ; 
 All ministers are put up jobs — 
 
 There is no future blow can strike ; 
 Then, why support the craven class, 
 
 That live by such intense deceit ? 
 The people should arise en masse, 
 
 And make their clearance sheets complete. 
 
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 This calls to mind — Some years ago 
 
 There was a spunky sparring match ; 
 The clergy poured their blow on blow 
 
 That modern Tom Paine they might scratch. 
 They went upon him like a host, 
 
 And each in turn did take a fling ; 
 No doubt he laughed, to think that most 
 
 With such blunt arrows tried to wing. 
 Men, self-confessed, did not believe, 
 
 The sacred word they would defend ; 
 A conquest thought they might achieve 
 
 By that small part they did commend. 
 They never seemed to stop and think 
 
 How much they were like him they fought ; 
 How much in common did them link 
 
 When to the bottom things were wrought. 
 For as we did the matter scan, 
 
 And in our humble way discern — 
 It seemed the sutty frying-pan. 
 
 To kettle calling — grimy stern ! 
 The one lets go the solid chain ; 
 
 The other drops important links, 
 
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 Till really what there does remain 
 With its own gravitation sinks. 
 
 There's Collyer, with a happy ring, 
 
 Owns valued brothers on the job ; 
 His brother Thomas ! brother Swing ! 
 
 But why not own to brother Bob ? 
 They must be of one family, 
 
 Although they differ as to state ; 
 Same soul-blood consanguinity 
 
 Appears their spirits to relate. 
 The only difference seems to be, 
 
 That Bob has got the manly way ; 
 He's what he is for all to see — 
 
 He shows himself in open day — 
 There's no mistake about the man, 
 
 He's readable from first to last, 
 Does not assume a pious plan. 
 
 And still maintain old nature's caste. 
 And hence, we seem to like the fellow, 
 
 Although we do not like his stand ; 
 His tenets clothe as punchinello, 
 
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 And to our looking fatally brand. 
 His life is lent to spread of evil, 
 
 Observed as through the Bible glass ; 
 A faithful servant of the devil 
 
 Whose cause he carries through with brass. 
 He may not really know his Master, 
 
 Or own a Master in the case, — 
 But that adds to the sad disaster 
 
 And keeps him further still from grace. 
 
 And still we think he's far from being 
 
 An unmixed evil, after all ; 
 How many has he set to seeing 
 
 The blessed truth he sought to pall. 
 Yes ! people who had never read 
 
 The word he sought so to abuse, 
 Might by his onslaught style be led 
 
 The sacred volume to peruse. 
 Who knows how much his evil ways 
 
 Have been o'errul'd in cause of right ; 
 And while he would the light displace. 
 
 On some it shone with greater light ? — 
 
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 It is not tenets saves a man, 
 
 No matter whether right or wrong, — 
 Or yet the owning of a plan 
 
 That makes a building firm and strong ; 
 It is conviction's mighty power, 
 
 It is the truth as God applies, 
 That brings the fertilizing shower, 
 
 And makes seed germinate and rise. 
 
 No doubt, he's doing far more good 
 
 To spread the gracious gospel news 
 Than that hermaphroditic brood 
 
 That take a part, the rest refuse. 
 If all such would be honor bright 
 
 And take him as their head and leader, 
 Then * ' Truth ' ' would show an un warped 
 light. 
 
 To every hearer, — every reader ; 
 Obstructions would not break the rays 
 
 Of light that from the Bible shine ; 
 The vilest might obtain the grace 
 
 That does a sinful heart refine. 
 
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 If it is human sense must teach — 
 
 Then, we inde-ed choose Ingersoll ; 
 We want no better man to preach — 
 
 However others some extol : 
 That man, for wisdom, is most wise, 
 
 Who goes in for a happy time ; 
 Takes all within his reach that lies 
 
 That does not really load with crime ; 
 He who but lives to merry be 
 
 And make of life a joyous round ; 
 Makes self and others glad and free. 
 
 And takes all chances underground, — 
 
 If time is all we know about, — 
 
 And all beyond is black and blank, — 
 
 Then now's the time to have it out, 
 For all except a stupid crank. 
 
 Nature, indeed, does lessons teach 
 
 That Revelation does endorse ; 
 United, they a summit reach. 
 
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 Where faith may gather stronger force. 
 The glory, nature does set forth, 
 
 Is but reflection of its Lord ; 
 The Gospel, saving men on earth, 
 
 Reflects the glories of His word. 
 'Tis only those who have God's love 
 
 Implanted deep within their hearts, 
 That know what nature goes to prove. 
 
 As it God's Fatherhood imparts. 
 It gives its hand to gracious truth 
 
 And proves the changeless cause above 
 Speaks for the words out of His mouth — 
 
 Endorses universal love. 
 
 But what of him so self-deceived 
 
 As to consider it of chance ? 
 How little that he has received 
 
 By which he may his state advance. 
 What can the skeptic gather here ? 
 
 What lessons can it bring for him ? 
 It carries nought for present cheer — 
 
 Presents a future dark and grim — 
 
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 For if it has this voice sublime, 
 It speaks the God he does despise ; 
 
 Suggests a great accounting time 
 When he this God must recognize. 
 
 The 5^oung, sweet singer, Israel owned, 
 
 That longed for God while keeping sheep ; 
 And who, in after honor throned. 
 
 Still longed Jehovah's law to keep. 
 Knew truth that made his heart to swell 
 
 And gave the volume to his voice ; 
 The truth that he would gladly tell, 
 
 Because it made his heart rejoice. 
 
 We see him on that starry night. 
 While musing on the grassy plains, 
 Attending to his father's sheep ; 
 True wisdom pours its lucid light. 
 And outburst forth the pealing strains 
 That woke the echoes from their sleep ; 
 They answer back that sacred psalm 
 That warbled through the nightly shades — 
 Then mounting stars high heaven invades, 
 
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 To breathe its last in holy calm — 
 As softly fell a falling tear 
 That echoed in Jehovah's ear. 
 
 At first, it breaks in lofty strains 
 As he surveys God's vast domains ; 
 Then volumes out in deeper notes, 
 As written. — Truth directs the thought, 
 Till he — in soft and solemn mood — 
 In aspirations to be good, 
 Implores the stop of sin's dark flood 
 And only God in truth would know. 
 
 The echoes that awoke that night 
 Could never more return to sleep ; 
 From land to land, from deep to deep, 
 Their echoes and re-echoes, keep 
 A-sounding forth through absent light — 
 But only own the force of might 
 That comes through what God owns as right- 
 And thus by him all wisdom reap. 
 
 His heart with melody attuned. 
 Floats music on the nightly air ; 
 
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 The astral orbs and planets mooned 
 
 Join chorus by their silent glare : — 
 The heavens declare Thy glory, I^ord, 
 
 The firmament Thy handiworks ; 
 Day unto day, the same record — 
 
 Night unto night, where knowledge lurks ; 
 There is no speech, nor language known 
 
 Where is not heard their silent voice ; 
 Their line has gone through every zone. 
 
 Their words the universe rejoice ; 
 In them Thy wisdom found a place — 
 
 A tabernacle for the sun, 
 Who, bridegroom-like, with gladsome face, 
 
 Starts his diurnal race to run ; 
 Who, as he spans the vaulted arch, 
 
 And forces distance to the rear. 
 Distributes blessings in his march 
 
 A hungry, waiting world to cheer. 
 
 Then, as the mystic current turns, 
 
 His thoughts ascend the higher sphere ; 
 A fervent inspiration burns — 
 
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 That speaks Jehovah sweetly near. 
 His blessed truth takes deeper hold, 
 
 And overflowing fills his soul ; 
 Discounts the price of earthly gold, — 
 
 Gives riches, in themselves, the whole : 
 Perfect, O L<ord, are all thy laws. 
 
 They do convert the sinful soul : 
 Thy testimony gently draws 
 
 The simple toward true wisdom's goal ; 
 Thy statutes, Lord, are good and right. 
 
 Rejoicing every faithful heart ; 
 Thy plain commandments — pure as light — 
 
 Their lustre to the eyes impart ; 
 Thy fear endureth ever clean. 
 
 Thy judgments altogether right ; 
 Thy truths obscure the solar sheen 
 
 And show the rays but borrowed light. 
 Far more to be desired are they 
 
 Than gold just out refiner's dome ; 
 And sweeter far, — than blooms of May — 
 
 Or honey and the honeycomb. 
 By them, thy servants warned and guided ; 
 
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 In keeping them, there's great reward ; 
 Who, have their secret faults betided— 
 Can understand, quit, or retard. 
 
 Keep back Thy servant blessed Lord 
 
 From falling by presumptuous sin ; 
 To sin, dominion ne'er aflford, 
 
 Nor let its vicious course begin. 
 O let the words, out of my mouth. 
 
 The meditations of my heart. 
 Come with acceptance, through Thy truth. 
 
 And Him, who does true hope impart ! 
 
 Thus, nature is as far behind 
 
 What revelation does unfold, 
 As meanest quartz, that we can find 
 
 Comes short of finest furnaced gold. 
 The truth meets longings to the soul 
 
 That nature, singly, never meets ; 
 It makes a broken spirit whole 
 
 And minus nature, all completes. 
 Philosophy may have its place, 
 
 And nature may its lesson*? teach, 
 
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 But it is only saving grace 
 
 That can a sinful deadness reach, 
 
 And make the soul start into life 
 With newborn energy and hope ; 
 
 Equip it for the earthly strife 
 
 With which it then must surely cope. 
 
 How self-deceptive is the thought, 
 
 That nature has the power to bring 
 The saving satisfaction sought ! — 
 
 That, only rests with nature's King — 
 By whom the worlds, themselves, were made — 
 
 Sprang into life at His command ; 
 By Him was earth's foundations laid. 
 
 And heaven vaulted by His hand. 
 The brightness of His Father's glory — 
 
 Upholding all things by His strength ; 
 Yet author of Salvation's story 
 
 As well as nature's breadth and length. 
 
 " '^y faith " — not vain philosophy — 
 
 " We understand the worlds were framed," 
 That at God's word began to be, 
 
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 And to their fiery courses flamed. 
 And by "CiAs faith we understand 
 
 The wondrous facts His words proclaim ; 
 By faith we own His blest command — 
 
 '^Y faith we rest on Jesus' name. 
 
 If human lore must be the spring 
 
 At which we quench our thirsty souls ; 
 If to the bats the Bible fling 
 
 And move as human thought controls, 
 It must come with a different taste 
 
 Than what the soul has yet discovered ; 
 Emerge from out the mazy waste 
 
 Where still, and ages long its rovered. 
 For such are human thoughts and laws, 
 
 They like their authors often change ; 
 All anxious for a new found cause, 
 
 Regardless they the old derange. 
 They ask the world to look at them, 
 
 And puts its faith in what they say ; 
 The world's past wisdom much condemn 
 
 And make it oft a hapless play. 
 
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 In wisdom that our fathers taught, 
 
 They asked the world to look at them, 
 And, as they their solutions brought, 
 
 Did former wisdom all contemn. 
 And so with all the present lights, 
 
 The future lights will put them out ; 
 Show plain the shortness of their sights — 
 
 The stupid stuff they talk'd about. 
 For every age brings something new 
 
 To throw a light across the world, 
 And slaughters what it did pursue, 
 
 Which, to oblivion is hurled. 
 
 Is this the fount where we must drink, 
 
 To satisfy our aching souls ? 
 To stand upon its risky brink, 
 
 And draw from out its dingy holes ? 
 To poison with this human slop 
 
 That does ignore the precious word ? 
 To famish through a starving crop 
 
 Close by the pastures of the lyord ? 
 Nay ! let us take this certain way — 
 
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 The way, the Christians told to trod — 
 Observing what the word doth say — 
 
 The world, by wisdom, knew not God. 
 All flesh but as the grasses fade ; 
 
 Men's glory — wisdom — as its flower ; 
 God's wisdom, with His truth inlaid, 
 
 Will through eternity endure. 
 
 And still, some pose as orthodox 
 
 Who dare not take a noble stand ; 
 But get themselves in such a box 
 
 Till Scripture truths feel shifting sand. 
 These wonders of the blessed word 
 
 That's God-intended rocks of faith — 
 That emanated with the I^ord 
 
 And have their force in "Thus, He saith !" 
 Are left, and dodged, and shouldered out, 
 
 And treated as uncertain things ; 
 They cater to the world-wise shout, 
 
 And heed the evidence it brings. 
 Yes, ministers of the blessed truth, 
 
 id, as 'twere, to truth uphold ! 
 
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 The human voice has closed their mouth — 
 The voice of God is stale and old. 
 
 Do they pretend the faith to have — 
 
 ' ' Faith once delivered to the saints, ' ' 
 Where never once a doubtful wave 
 
 The smallest Scripture truth attaints ? 
 Did Peter, Paul, or good St. John, 
 
 Or our most blessed lyord, on earth, 
 Cast any doubt at all upon 
 
 The mighty wonders there set forth ? 
 If there was ought to rectify 
 
 Our Saviour would have done it then, 
 To clear away what seemed to lie 
 
 Upon the path of honest men. 
 How does he treat this matter here 
 
 And cater to the human mind ? — 
 He puts it on a fatal bier 
 
 And buries it with all its kind. 
 All human thought he does uprail — 
 
 Shows faith the place t must be drilled ! 
 ** No tittle of God's law shall fail, 
 
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 Till every word is all fulfilled." 
 It is no business of delours 
 
 When God shall execute His will : 
 He does not work by days and hours, 
 
 And by the lines of human skill. 
 I^eave God to His great will achieve, 
 
 Give up the stretch in human scope. 
 And on the simple truth believe, 
 
 There, place your firm, eternal hope. 
 
 There's no place for the heart to rest. 
 
 To calmly put its weary head, 
 But on the Saviour's open breast, 
 
 And on the blessed words He said : 
 *' Come unto me, thou laden one 
 
 And I will give thee ease and rest ; 
 Just take my yoke and put it on — 
 
 My yoke will cure the sin-distressed — 
 And learn of me, to act thy part, 
 
 For I am meek, and lowly, too ; 
 My yoke will ease thy willing heart, — 
 
 My burden, it will help thee through." 
 
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 Sometimes these preachers get so large, 
 
 They found their doctrines on their I's ; 
 All settled views they do discharge, 
 
 Regarding matters from the skies ; 
 And all that they can really say, — 
 
 -''I don't believe that it is so !" 
 They never seek a certain way, 
 
 Though nothing certain they do know. 
 They only flaunt the negative. 
 
 And talk as men immensely wise ; 
 Discarding facts— they seem to live, 
 
 Just to a silly ear surprise. 
 
 What matter, what such may believe ? — 
 
 Does it affect the force of truth ? — 
 If all is right we first conceive, — 
 
 The man is wisest in his youth. 
 What he believes is circumscribed, 
 
 Within the circle that he knows ; 
 The higher light, that's never bribed, 
 
 God on a simple faith bestows. 
 The man wayfaring need not err 
 
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 In drinking in the gospel truth, — 
 The fool — in other matters — share 
 
 Salvation's source, in age or youth. 
 It takes no towering intellects 
 
 That ranges scientific planes, 
 And oft the abstruse intersects 
 
 Till God and truth ouse out the brains ; 
 That drifts from God to Nature-god, 
 
 And takes its stock in hapless chance, 
 As on a fenceless, prairie sod, — 
 
 Till more than lost in wide expanse: 
 It takes no high scholastic skill 
 
 That circles learning's broader gauge ; 
 Nor metaphysic's deeper drill, — 
 
 Not yet quaint wisdom of the sage : 
 But simple faith is all it needs. 
 
 To bring the sunny rays of light. 
 To show the lack of human creeds, 
 
 And lead from out the darkest night ; - 
 Light ! giving joy, and hope, and peace. 
 
 Cemented by a bond of love ; 
 
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 That does from sin's deceit release, 
 To fill with fullness from above. 
 
 The holy man that's taught of God 
 
 Makes no vain idol of an I ; 
 You hear him say—" It is the Lord !" 
 
 Does acquiesce, with good Eli — 
 And so in all that God has said. 
 
 And so in all that God may do : 
 Both in the living and the dead — 
 
 He sees God's hand as moving through. 
 
 The mighty ego, when it talks. 
 
 And lifts itself by bubble boast,- 
 However much it plumes and stalks — 
 
 Just write it down, a simple ghost ; 
 Or if you like, call it a drum 
 
 Vibrating through the flimsy air. 
 That takes all anvils to be dumb 
 
 Through its own empty, booming blair. 
 It struts and stamps and makes a noise. 
 
 In truth's fair face, it often flies— 
 And all it gives as equipoise. 
 
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 Is but a donkey load of I's ; 
 It flaunts and flings them all the while 
 
 That some return it may expect ; 
 By force of dint or force of style, 
 
 To warp some weaker intellect. 
 
 Why do most people shunt the truth ? 
 
 Why do so few attempt to think ? 
 If they but owned God's truth, forsooth. 
 
 No strutting boaster could hoodwink, 
 And hold as he would hold his mules, 
 
 By bit and bridle tightly reined, 
 Then turn them loose as perfect fools — 
 
 By stronger brains entirely brained ; 
 To go and bluster second-hand. 
 
 The stuff that they have learned by rote, 
 Without a reason at command. 
 
 Or settled principles of thought. 
 
 O shame ! upon a well-taught state. 
 Too busy far to read God's word ! 
 Who know that they will soon or late, 
 
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 Be judged by what it does record. 
 Or, pity ! better be the word — 
 
 That they, such love should thus refuse, 
 And, coolly treat that blessed Lord, 
 
 Who brought the blissful saving news. 
 
 Where shall we look for solid good ? 
 
 For true disciples of the Lord ? 
 For those who feed on heavenly food. 
 
 True Christian lives to Him afford ? 
 Among the rich ? or 'mong the poor ? 
 
 With scholared men, or ignorant ? 
 With tardy saint ? self-righteous doer ? 
 
 Or with these souls that daily pant 
 For higher and still higher life, 
 And hold the course in onward strife, 
 Contending, but yet still pursuing, 
 Retarded, but still never ruing ; 
 Who having donned the Master's dress, 
 
 And truly love the Master's cause, — 
 Their light, the sun of righteousness. 
 
 Their guide, the Father's blessed laws ; 
 
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 Their comforter, the Spirit's presence, 
 Their perfect hope, the Triune essence ; — 
 Who may be poor, but still are rich ; — 
 Who may be sick, but still are well ; 
 Who may be down as in a ditch, 
 
 And not a note their goodness tell, — 
 But He who over all bears rule. 
 
 And knows the evil and the good, — 
 Knows who is wise, and who's the fool, 
 
 And who does as He wills they should, 
 And holds for such a blessed prize 
 That will forever fill their eyes ; 
 Who leads them to the waters still. 
 Where they can drink their joyous fill — 
 Renew their strength to urge their way, 
 To realms of eternal day ? 
 
 The last would seem the solid kind, 
 Most others different, only blind ; 
 And blinder still, if so can be, 
 Because they really think they see, — 
 Yes, some do blindly lead the blind — 
 
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 The sinful poor, as well as rich — 
 They round and round the mystic wind, 
 Till all are fairly in the ditch. 
 
 'Tis very sad that public teachers, 
 
 Do try themselves to so outreach ; 
 Assuming place as gospel preachers, 
 
 And then so little gospel preach. 
 These men, who pose as great examples, 
 How oft they show as poorest samples. 
 Where, really should we hope to find. 
 
 The right portrayal of the King ? 
 Would it be fair to look behind 
 
 The curtain, to something outbring ? 
 Or shall we take a facial view, 
 
 To estimate the depth of good ? 
 Or shall avowal flaunt the cue, 
 
 And force its way by hardihood ? 
 
 We only seek a * ' certain sound ' ' 
 That will a sleeping soul arouse ; 
 
 And help to take a saving bound, 
 Where it may in the Saviour house. 
 
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 There sometimes seems a certain sound, 
 And then it oft uncertain proves ; 
 
 Appears to be a wheeling round 
 As if there were no proper grooves. 
 
 How oft when pastors take a charge, 
 
 They volunteer a pitching Uuce ; 
 On what they are themselves, enlarge, 
 
 And vouch the channel of their thought. 
 Assert with Paul, — a world denied ; 
 
 'Mong men, they nothing mean to know 
 But Jesus ! and, Him crucified ; 
 
 On Christ, alone, a life bestow. 
 For credence' sake, most would suppose, 
 
 That what they say is strictly true. 
 But as the sequel often goes — 
 
 To fully trust — how few — how few, — 
 For O alas ! For O alas ! 
 
 How soon real truth begins to show — 
 The very man, — the man en masse ! 
 
 The things of men but cares to know. 
 
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 They talk of Socrates and Plato, 
 
 And any celebrated Greek ; 
 Of Virgil, Caesar, Cicero, 
 
 Or, any other Roman speak ; 
 A Milton, Byron, Shakespeare, 
 A Wellington, a Washington — 
 And all the great that may be gone — 
 And all the men that may be here, 
 That's aiming at a great career. 
 Are subjects, that they dwell upon : 
 Of worldly prudence, politics, 
 
 And things that keep the world alive ; 
 Sensationally moulding bricks 
 
 To build a name they seem to strive. 
 But not the name of God's loved Son, 
 
 A flimsy name, that men propound ! 
 They pander to the world's well done ! — 
 
 A leperous crowd, their praises sound. 
 They pile in heaps their classic lore, 
 
 And speak for most an unknown tongue 
 Strike out beyond the common shore 
 
 Where few can follow — old or young ; 
 
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 They seem to preach to air their gifts, 
 And raise themselves by what they say ; 
 
 Use place and talents making shifts, 
 To proudly prove a taking ray. 
 
 Perhaps, no wonder rich folk go 
 
 To with untempered mortar daub, — 
 But struggling people ought to know, 
 
 'Tis stuff, that they should from them swab. 
 When they do find a man so wise 
 
 That he the Bible would improve, 
 Then, it is time to turn their eyes, — 
 
 And on themselves, impose a move. 
 That man talks for the golden nugget, 
 
 There's nothing else for which to talk ; 
 The Eagle — he would closely hug it. 
 
 Then, gently homeward sweetly walk. — 
 
 He panders to the human heart. 
 
 Because, he knows it likes things soft ; 
 
 For ease, it will with money part — 
 For healing plaster, give it oft. 
 
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 You keep your money in your pocket, 
 
 While seeking for the blessed truth ; 
 You make a mean, unfitting socket 
 
 To buy, what Jesus said, forsooth ; 
 For all is free that he hath said. 
 
 And money only spoils your case ; 
 Come empty, helpless, feeling dead — 
 
 And wait the promised, saving grace. 
 When you the Saviour shall have found 
 
 He'll tell you how, and when to give, 
 To carry on the gospel sound 
 
 By which poor sinners learn and live. 
 For you to give for others' sake— 
 
 That they may soon the Saviour find 
 While you, yourself, refuse to take 
 
 What he intends for all mankind, 
 Seems but ridiculous, at sight. 
 
 And speaks a morbid, stupid heart ; 
 Preferring darkness to the light, 
 
 Yet helping others to depart. 
 But oh ! how sad to understand, 
 
 Through giving, some indulge a hope. 
 
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 That if there be ''The Better I,and," 
 They may with others thither grope. 
 
 If that is all they really know 
 
 How little chance they have to go. 
 
 Yea ! welcome to the foul applause, 
 
 If that's the preacher's pleasing hope — 
 But claim no guidance by the laws 
 
 That lie within the gospel scope. 
 'Tis wonder God, that nothing slips 
 
 Nor sanction gives to least of sins — 
 Does not in silence seal the lips 
 
 That right avows, and else begins ; 
 That shows the monster's cloven feet 
 
 While posing in the Saviour's name ; — 
 It seems but right and only meet 
 
 That they be buried in their shame. 
 
 Glory to the Saviour's name ! 
 Past, present, and etern the same. 
 For He has left us nought to do, 
 But take His word and follow through ; 
 To leave our sins behind our back 
 
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 And trace the footprints on His track. 
 He gives the power to do the deed 
 And does the onward journey lead. 
 
 He came not simply men to aid, — 
 But has their full salvation made ; 
 Not simply show the way of good, 
 But purchase with His precious blood ; 
 Not simply help out of the ditch, 
 But make the helpless sinner rich ; 
 Not simply show the wound of sin, 
 But pour the healing balm within ; 
 Not simply show sin causes pain. 
 But terminate its cursing reign, — 
 And usher in to take its place 
 The universal reign of grace ; 
 To grind to powder sin's allow, 
 And fill the soul with constant joy ; 
 To put an end to curdling doubt, 
 And give instead a hopeful shout ; 
 To dissipate the coming gloom. 
 By putting light within the tomb ; 
 
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 To point the fact, souls never die, 
 To open wide a gate on high. 
 For all that wish therein to go — 
 Obtain credentials here below. 
 
 At last, the final hymn was sung, 
 That closed the service of the hour ; 
 
 His name was voiced by every tongue — 
 His love, His grace, His mighty power. 
 
 '' Saviour, who died for me, 
 I give myself to Thee. 
 Thy love so full, so free. 
 
 Charms all my powers. 
 Be this my purpose high 
 To serve Thee till I die 
 Whether my path shall lie 
 
 'Mid thorns or flowers. 
 
 May it be joy for me 
 To follow only Thee ; 
 Thy faithful servant be, 
 Thine to the end. 
 
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 For Thee I do and dare 
 For Thee the cross I bear, 
 To Thee direct my prayer, 
 On Thee depend. 
 
 Saviour with me abide, 
 Be ever near my side, 
 Support, defend and guide, 
 
 I look to Thee. 
 I lay my hand in Thine, 
 And fleshly joys resign, 
 If I may call Thee mine 
 
 Eternally." 
 
"ANOTHER I.IGHT." 
 
 There is another lesser light 
 
 Which poses strangely as a greater ; 
 That seems as if possessed of might, 
 
 Would wonders do, as a creator ! 
 Sees ' * drunkards through a si?igle glass, 
 
 .A dirty Christian through a smoke ; ' ' 
 Another wearing heart of brass. 
 
 That cannot get into his poke ; 
 That cannot see through his smart eyes ! 
 
 That cannot swallow all he says ; 
 Already he has lost the prize 1 
 
 And hell, a question but of days ! 
 
 He stickles hard for holy ways ! 
 
 Which, all must own, as right and good ; 
 For outward and for inner grace ! 
 
 Which, all must own, as righteous mood ; 
 
 For nonconformity to earth ! 
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 Discarding what the world counts style ; 
 For placing stock in moral worth ! 
 
 However much the world may smile. 
 He holds the Bible as a prize ! 
 
 Owns all between its backs he sees, 
 ** From every dot above its i's ! 
 
 To every cross upon its t's.' 
 This is but right the pastor says ; 
 
 And so do we with all our heart ! — 
 But how about the pastor's ways — 
 
 That form the correspondent part ? 
 
 We've seen him at what seemed his best, 
 
 And heard him at his lingual flow ; 
 Observed him as he plumed his crest 
 
 To bring the great effective blow. 
 He pours the clauses by the hour, 
 
 And hurls deduction's certain truth. 
 Then after each successful shower. 
 
 He clinches with a compressed mouth ; 
 But if it should require still more, 
 
 To supplement the brace and clamp, — 
 
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 He brings it down upon the floor, 
 
 In right good Methodistic stamp. 
 He passes on the rostrum bench, 
 
 And flaunts behind the chancel bar ; 
 But when he means an extra drench. 
 
 He poses like a mighty star : 
 Then off" the tearing volume goes ! 
 
 Which almost dwarfs Niagara ; — 
 Over the rocky hearts it flows 
 
 To at the bottom dash in spray. 
 
 He never tasted hellish swill, 
 
 Nor with Havana leaf begrimed ; 
 Right down upon the flaming still 
 
 And every interest by it primed. 
 He is a right good moral man — 
 
 There's no one will dispute the fact ; 
 He claims to own a perfect plan 
 
 And by the plan divinely act. 
 If all that at his best appears 
 
 Or just exactly what he says, 
 
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 Then Gabriel ! might be found in tears 
 In prospect of a defunct place. 
 
 To make strokes as they ought to be 
 
 Takes dress besides loquacious force ; 
 The talker must look right we see, 
 
 Before we can his talk endorse. 
 And thus we find the two together, 
 
 The one assistant to the other ; 
 The dress, synonymous of weather— 
 
 The tongue, in flowing language smother. 
 
 There was the finest broadcloth black — 
 
 Cut in the latest cleric frock. 
 The snowy waistcoat from the rack — 
 
 Lends grace to grace the manly block. 
 The shapely pants of stylish cut 
 
 Americans but only know. 
 That fall so finely towards the foot 
 
 Until the knees begin to show. 
 Just at the extreme opposite 
 
 Of where suspenders hold their own, 
 
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 There seemed a brilliant composite 
 
 That near the favored floor outshone ; — 
 But it proved but a pair of shoes, 
 
 Or else a pair of fancy boots, — 
 That any lesser light might use 
 
 That's fond oi patent leather suits. 
 And, if a little while before, 
 
 As seen upon the honored street. 
 There would appear a something more — 
 
 A spotless shell the eye to greet, 
 That in the former days would stir 
 
 Among the boys amusing chat ; — 
 Shouting : " Who stole the donkey, sir? 
 
 ' ' The man, that wears the tall white hat ! ' * 
 
 And, then, there were the golden glasses 
 
 Suspended by an humble cord, 
 Which, pend'lum-like, swung 'fore the masses, 
 
 As beating time to move and word. 
 And, then, again, the gold repeater. 
 
 Repeating marvelously oft, 
 
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 Till modest minds might mourn its meter, 
 And wonder why it seemed so soft. 
 
 The plainest place about the man 
 
 Was that the nearest to the skies ; 
 And had the balance owned the plan, 
 
 He'd been a Methodistic prize. 
 He claims a Methodistic birth — 
 
 And Methodism through and through,— 
 Owns it to be the best on earth — 
 
 Whatever may be other's view. 
 
 And as we've seen him, we have thought,- 
 
 That's funny nonconformity ! 
 Why not depend on what he brought, 
 
 As clothed in truth's enormity. 
 Not come, as if he came for show. 
 
 To advertise a bandbox trade, — 
 Instead of letting people know, — 
 
 To God alone ! all honor's paid. 
 As if the greatest thought with him. 
 
 Was : how shall I all others dwarf? — 
 
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 The pigmies further still outdim — 
 
 Till hidden by my flowing scarf? 
 What do such pigmies really know ? 
 
 What can they know compared with me? 
 Right from the apostolic flow ; 
 
 As down through heaven's pedigree ? 
 I'll warm them, with my wordy switch ; 
 
 I'll let them see just what I am ; 
 They'll see me at my highest pitch — 
 
 A faithful child of Abraham. 
 We've read of early Methodism, 
 
 And of the men that held the forts ; 
 Its present form resembles schism — 
 
 Its preachers, numbers mongrel sports ; — 
 A shame to olden Methodism — 
 
 Or olden methods, bear the shame ; 
 Nay ! preachers are to any ism, 
 
 Who own not through the Saviour's name. 
 Who cannot brook to nothing be 
 
 In money, dress, or social scale ; 
 Let honor go, unchecked and free, 
 
 To Jesus, with the cry— All Hail ! 
 
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 He is a fair, good looking man — 
 
 If broad, bare face be counted so ? 
 Built on a heavy, stalwart plan 
 
 That speaks a beefsteak little show. 
 He is not what we would call fat, 
 
 But wears a modest corpulence ; 
 And all in all appearing what 
 
 Might speak for one of consequence. 
 
 And really, too, he does indeed, 
 
 Look clerical, from heels to neck. 
 As if he does retain the seed 
 
 Right down from old Melchisedek. 
 And, if he always did his best, 
 
 And kept within discretion's lines, 
 Showed order by his soul possessed — 
 
 Consistency, when he defines, — 
 He might, indeed, become a power 
 
 That would the cause of Satan dim ;- 
 But, when he so "takes up the hour," 
 
 By putting people's heads to swim, 
 Till they can scarcely trace the shower, 
 
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 From Satan, or, elsewhere. to him, — 
 It only goes to spoil his force 
 
 And bring about an honest frown, 
 Until most modest minds endorse 
 
 To don him with a zany's crown. 
 
 Although this really may be thought 
 
 To point to some real entity, 
 And doubtless may by some be brought 
 
 To fix a real identity, 
 Yet, let it now be fairly said. 
 
 The author only means to deal 
 With principles ! — no single head ! — 
 
 The subjects far too wide and real. 
 To stop to cavil with the one 
 
 When teeming millions are at stake : 
 To with some little trinkets don 
 
 To simply see how they will take — 
 Is far beneath an honest pen. 
 
 And what the author would despise ; — 
 But if it comes to showing men 
 
 By raising up a blinding guise, — 
 
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 The author 's pledged to this discharge, 
 
 However it may catch or kill, — 
 On every subject to enlarge, 
 
 He thinks confronts Jehovah's will. 
 His only object is to move 
 
 The curtain that conceals the dirt, 
 To sweep the crevice and the groove, 
 
 Although, he might an insect hurt. 
 And hence, although, we thus have said, 
 
 We have a little more to say ; 
 To touch upon another head — 
 
 Another feature of display. 
 
 This same good pastor took a charge 
 
 Something less than an age ago ; 
 And thus turned on a flock at large 
 
 His bagpipes soon began to blow. 
 He preached — and preached his very best ; 
 
 He preached — and preached exceeding well ; 
 Showed hearers what's the Christian test — 
 
 And, minus ! showed the way to hell. 
 Most people took right by the ears, 
 
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 Some favored few, took by the hand ; — 
 All right and fair in what appears — 
 Both as to order and command. 
 
 But shortly, as the custom is. 
 
 There was to form a sort of socket ; 
 And, now, he felt the duty his. 
 
 To sermonize upon the pocket ! 
 What his young predecessor had, 
 
 Was not at all enough for him ! 
 He, was but little else but lad ! 
 
 In shallow water he might swim. 
 ** I cannot live on that amount ; " 
 
 On paltry thirteen hundred dollars ! 
 I must have more to my account — 
 
 And here, the parson sweetly hollos. 
 
 There was a man upon the Board — 
 An honest man most people say ; 
 
 Gave more than what he could afford 
 To help God's cause along the way: 
 
 Was just an honest workingman, 
 
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 With something like twelve dollars wage ; 
 For four small children had to plan, 
 
 And for himself, and wife engage. 
 This outburst on the pastor's part, 
 
 Did touch this struggling person's soul, 
 And stirred the feelings of his heart 
 
 Until his tongue began to roll. 
 
 It was not that he thought so much 
 
 About the way the wages grew ; 
 The fact that did him so much touch — 
 
 The church had more than it could do. 
 Yet, still ! comparison might penal ! 
 
 Which, well it might ! How, could it help ? 
 Since he had four young dogs to kennel ! 
 
 The pastor had but one young whelp. 
 But so it was, the matter turned, 
 
 Just as this man the case repeated ; 
 The major part there present burned — 
 
 The pastor, hence, became defeated. 
 
 And now we come to touch a point. 
 That viewed in some ways seems immense ; 
 
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 But as appearing joint by joint, 
 
 Note only here coincidence. 
 We would not claim to read a thought— 
 
 The motive power that works within ; 
 Can just arrange the tags as brought, 
 
 And tag together with a pin. 
 
 This man, a member of the Board, 
 
 Was also I^eader of a class ; 
 As such, was held in good record 
 
 By all the church— yes ! say, e7i 7?iasse 
 That very week, a notice came ; 
 
 By pastor given at his house ; 
 It did not taunt with any blame. 
 
 But only nicely let him loose. 
 It told him in the fewest words 
 
 His days of office had expired ; — 
 No reason ! of his own, or Lord's ; — 
 
 Was simply, as a Leader, fired ! 
 Now this man was upon the Board 
 
 In virtue of the office held, 
 
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 So that wlien lie received this word, 
 It spoke for our being nicely felled. 
 
 But, what about the Sunday class ? 
 
 It was on Sunday noon it met ; 
 Old institution ! but, alas ! 
 
 It was now doomed to be upset. 
 For years it had been well attended — 
 
 Some twenty members, to twoscore ; 
 But, now, it shrinks as thus amended. 
 
 Until we find it is no more. 
 It only lived a few short weeks, 
 
 And, then, to nothing it did wince ; — 
 Nor phoenix-like, resuming freaks, — 
 
 The church has never had one since ; — 
 Excepting one, that took its rise. 
 
 Through what is called the Young En- 
 deavor : 
 As to old members Sunday prize^ 
 
 It never meets — no, never, never. 
 
 Time wears apace, the period nears, 
 That Conference has again to meet, 
 
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 When pastors doff and don their gears, 
 And change around from seat to seat. 
 
 If but one year attended flock, — 
 And no urged reason for the sack — 
 
 The chances are, they hold the stock ; — 
 Are to their sheep and lambs sent back. 
 
 Now, this good pastor did not care, — 
 
 Nor might he know how things would be ; 
 Least, so he said ! — that seems but fair ; — 
 
 But really ! let us look and see ! 
 If no plain certainty appeared, — 
 
 Which we, perhaps ought to admit, — 
 Yet, outlook might, itself have reared 
 
 A place where likelihood could sit. 
 We've heard of things being '* cut and dried," 
 
 Before the Conference came around, 
 And put just where the rising tide 
 
 Would carry to the chosen ground. 
 Be far from us to doubt a word, 
 
 Unless we see the reason why ; 
 
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 But still we may observe accord, 
 
 And let the things, themselves, apply. 
 
 There had been what's called wire-pulling, - 
 
 A flying up and flying round ; 
 And, not in visits, for the culling 
 
 Of weeds upon the pastoral ground ; — 
 But just to test some heavy guns 
 
 That might be wanted in a fight, — 
 To blow to atoms awkward sons 
 
 That would be better out of sight. 
 And, hence, we find, time opportune, 
 
 A bombshell blasts the Board apart ; — 
 Almost, to smitherines and ruin. 
 
 And, many suffer bitter smart. 
 The Board had been composed of members, 
 
 The best the church had in command ; 
 But they were left like smoking embers, 
 
 Or broken wrecks upon the strand. 
 
 The Board, again, was reconstructed 
 Of inexperienced elements ; 
 
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 The pastor, back again, conducted, 
 To guide and rule the innocents. 
 
 The church, of course, it went along ; 
 Some members came— some staid away, 
 
 But, to the issues of that wrong — 
 We would defer till Judgment day. 
 
 Not many weeks had passed and gone 
 
 Until a burly, surly man. 
 Went from the seat he sat upon 
 
 And through a rambling statement ran. 
 As to the front he wheeled and stepped 
 
 He seemed to load all there with blame ; 
 '' Uke beggar, had their pastor kept,"— 
 And, then, bedaubed the crowd with 
 shame. 
 The pastor, there, did quiet sit, 
 
 As mute as any mute McGregor ; 
 Nor did he seem to doubt a bit 
 That he'd been treated like a '' beggar." 
 
 This was a hint, things would be changed, 
 By men that now had things in tow ; 
 
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 The innocents, would be arranged, — 
 And, then, the current in its flow. 
 
 The sum, and substance of the whole 1 
 
 It meant two hundred dollars more ; 
 Although, it might cost soul on soul ! 
 
 It must be added to the store. 
 Two hundred dollars ! Is that all ? 
 
 And take the risk ! of all that follows ? 
 The bargain, it is meanly small,— 
 
 Were it two hundred million dollars ! 
 
 The story, thus, it has been long, 
 
 Because we wish to have it fair, — 
 And, do no person any wrong ; 
 
 But simple truth,- to place it where 
 It speaks a language of its own, — 
 
 And, tells its own plain simple tale ; 
 The facts alone, we would have known, 
 
 And would in no way else assail. 
 If this weak effort be of use. 
 
 To help in stopping repetition ; 
 
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 Or, aid to check such mean abuse ! 
 It will have fully met its mission. 
 
 Now sad, as this sad tale may be, 
 
 The thing it speaks is not unique ; 
 'Twas handled roughly, as we see, — 
 
 But many similar language speak. 
 Even this very self-same man, 
 
 Proved as his former church's guest. 
 To act upon a similar plan 
 
 By which to feather up his nest ; 
 Regardless of the precious souls ! 
 
 Unmindful, of the poorest saint ! 
 To him, the lucre current rolls, 
 
 Though it may leave some dry and faint. 
 
 • And these are men that represent 
 
 Our lovely Saviour, in his work ; 
 Whose lives seem rather to be spent 
 
 In wielding a Satanic dirk. 
 For what are they but wolves of prey, 
 Which prey on money-poor sheep ; 
 
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 That from the fold drive them away, 
 
 Perhaps ! into destruction's deep ; 
 Who make them cringe, beneath their words, 
 
 Or, stay at home, in fell disgust ! 
 To almost, doubt themselves the Lord's, — 
 
 And ready to desert their trust. 
 A well-fed, well-clothed, healthy man. 
 
 With ready tongue and little care. 
 With ease, may spout on any plan. 
 
 Where others have the weight to bear ; 
 But keep from him all heavy weight, — 
 
 No pressure on his head or toes. 
 Or else he's apt to tell you straight 
 
 You're little better than his foes. 
 
 A man that goes to work for God 
 Should take whatever God may send, 
 
 Whether, it be health, affliction's rod, 
 Or much or little for to spend. 
 
 If he has got too little wage, — 
 Deplores God's gracious estimate? 
 
 He better somewhere else engage ; 
 
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 Just let the world his value state. 
 It shows that he is out of place 
 
 If restless in the charge he's got ; 
 Or, else it shows the dearth of grace ; 
 
 For grace makes joyous any lot. 
 
 When God refuses higher pay, 
 
 To go and ask the devil's aid, 
 Means, to submit to Satan's way. 
 
 Or else no contract will be made. 
 So that the honest thing would be 
 
 To own old Satan — though a thief, 
 Or let him fair and squarely see 
 
 That God alone is head and chief. 
 
 Such men may think that they are called 
 
 By God, to preach His blessed truth. 
 And as His servants should be stalled. 
 
 In all that's best for back and mouth. 
 To represent so high a King ! 
 
 They ought, themselves to be up high ! 
 Then, as in condescension, bring 
 
 This saving message from the sky. 
 
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 And thus inform a fallen race, 
 
 With majesty 1 as well as word ; 
 Dole out their money's worth in grace, 
 
 And brand, all who can nought afford, - 
 As men, unworthy of His love — 
 
 By God, neglected and ignored ; 
 Need never hope to go above. 
 
 Or have a paradise restored. 
 
 They do not say this much, indeed ; — 
 It only shows in outward acts ; 
 
 The poor, how little do they heed — 
 The rich — are their accomplished facts ! 
 
 That man, who deals in saving souls, 
 
 Does earthly rubbish all despise ; 
 He sets before him, other goals, — 
 
 And, God-sent ! Jesus qualifies 
 To preach His word of truth and grace ; 
 
 He asks no pay but what He gives ; 
 He waits the meeting — face to face ! 
 
 To don the crown he then receives. 
 
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 The men that run church money matters, 
 
 Are mostly of a worldly turn ; 
 So long as money kindly flatters, 
 
 The inner flame may cease to burn. 
 Being men of earthly cast of mind, 
 
 They know no way to heaven please. 
 Than being, to pastors good and kind, 
 
 And generous, as to cash and ease. 
 They cater to their carnal side. 
 
 And make the most of earthly good ; 
 The more the Godlike pastors hide. 
 
 The better are their clothes and food. 
 They value church prosperity 
 
 As money to its coffers flows ; 
 All else, unheeded mystery ! 
 
 Excepting what on platters shows. 
 And hence their only object is 
 
 To keep alive these money matters ; 
 Their way of aptly doing this, — 
 
 Is twirling wheels that money scatters. 
 
 Where would you find church Methodist, 
 Where money matters do run smooth, 
 
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 That there are none ! — would not insist, 
 
 But that there are ! Who'd swear, forsooth ; 
 As soon as money matters ease, 
 
 And spirit life begins to flow, 
 The worldly powers fan a breeze 
 
 That make the money wheels to go. 
 And hence, the church is always busy, 
 
 In plodding at a useless play ; 
 For most, is spiritually dizzy ! — 
 
 And many, doubtless, cause to stray. 
 The church expenses can be made 
 
 Just anything these powers say ; 
 They promise more than average aid, — 
 
 And then, by tactics matters sway. 
 And often strike some things so high, 
 
 They go beyond the church's means ; 
 And then ! for service of the sky. 
 
 There are the most disgraceful scenes ! 
 No wonder spirit-life is low 
 
 To see how these things they must meet ; — 
 To raise the money pastors blow, 
 
 lyike howling cheap-jacks on the street. 
 
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 It may, in fact, be often seen, 
 
 On one good Sunda}^ four collections ; 
 The morning, and the evening glean 
 
 Appe'ar, to double-dose affections. 
 First, moves the unassuming bag. 
 
 With all its humble, careful stops ; 
 So courteously it seems to lag, 
 
 Until the little matter drops. 
 No one with reason, would find fault 
 
 With this most rational device, 
 If it but measures right the halt, — 
 
 And pastors do not fix a price. 
 But, when a lecture goes before. 
 
 And then, another does succeed ; 
 Then, onset by another corps — 
 
 With larger force to onset lead, — 
 Each armed with pencil, paper sheet. 
 
 In case the first has emptied pockets. 
 To honor pledge, the case to me, — 
 
 And thus, in this way form new sockets ;- 
 And all the while the pastor talking, 
 
 And finding fault how money's given — 
 
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 And as the rostrum stage he's stalking — 
 
 Seems half-inclined to close up heaven,-- 
 And leave the poor miserable givers 
 
 All sprawling on the way to hell ; — 
 Or have them all blown into shivers, — 
 
 As there ! would be too good to dwell ; 
 And urging that — ''Some hold opinion, 
 
 There are too many church collections, 
 But if, that he possessed dominion, — 
 
 He would enforce more cash connections. 
 There are too few collections made ; 
 
 The people ought to give much more ; 
 Not act as if the I^ord was paid, 
 
 When they so little do restore. 
 A person that just earns a dollar, — 
 
 A part of that belongs to God ! 
 He's got the giving rule to follow — 
 
 No matter how he's fed or shod. 
 This manner seems to alter things, 
 
 And gives them more the cockpit shape ; 
 All that is Jesus-like but brings, 
 
 To with its funeral trappings drape. 
 
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 Some would go further than he goes, 
 
 And say — the whole belongs to God ; 
 If but a dollar God bestows — 
 
 Return according to His word. 
 But, read that word^ to learn His law ; 
 
 Pay little heed to laws of preachers, 
 Unless they right conclusions draw 
 
 As to the Truth that Heaven teachers. 
 You'll never know what's right to do, 
 
 Unless, you read that blessed word ; 
 Take it, with honest hearts and true. 
 
 And get your knowledge from the lyord. 
 You cannot send your cash on high 
 
 By any means than using it ; 
 Can only reach the upper sky 
 
 By doing what is right and fit. 
 Are you a temple of the Lord, — 
 
 His Holy Spirit dwelling there ? 
 Take what His goodness does afford 
 
 To make that temple right and fair. 
 You better on that temple place 
 
 The bounty that He does bestow, — 
 
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 In keeping with His will and grace, 
 Which to His own does ever show, 
 
 Than give because some others give 
 While conscience tells you it is wrong. 
 
 Strain ! for the preacher prince to live 
 While you as pauper go along. 
 
 Now, if some go to crooked ways 
 
 To carry out a mean design, 
 From where do they obtain the grace ( ? ) 
 
 That would their hearts to such incline ? 
 Not from the power above, divine, — 
 
 The gentle, loving. Holy Spirit ; 
 He does to sweetest ways incline — 
 
 His vot'ries all that's meek inherit. 
 He draws the heart and warms the soul, — 
 
 Bestows a satisfying peace ; 
 Propels the joyous waves that roll, 
 
 That from all anxious cares release ; 
 He lifts affections, far above 
 
 The mean and groveling things of earth,- 
 Supplants all selfishness by love 
 
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 That rings with true intrinsic worth. 
 Yea ! rather, trace it to the source 
 
 That has its spring in nether hell !— 
 That's carried forward by the force 
 
 That sweeps with its infernal swell. 
 
 A man, with God, whose heart is right, 
 
 Makes up his mind to do His will ; 
 Will act when duty comes in sight 
 
 And ever do the gracious still. 
 Will not concern himself so much 
 
 As to what other people do, 
 But move as by the Spirit's touch, 
 
 In taking to the good and true. 
 He'll never see God's work stand still, 
 
 If he can move it further on ; 
 Will by the power of grace fulfill, 
 
 All that is right to act upon. 
 
 Then why should there be such like scenes 
 On God's most blessed, hallowed day ? 
 
 Why not attend to ways and means 
 In meeting things some other way ? 
 
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 Or work the thing on such a scale 
 
 That there will be no need of such ? 
 Or go to God when things would fail — 
 
 When human nature needs a crutch ? 
 This would appear to be God's plan, 
 
 As by His blessed word set forth ; — 
 Heaven's grace, to feed the soul of man — 
 
 Sure bread and water, — needs of earth. 
 ** My spirit's grace, it is sufficient ; — 
 
 Thy bread and water, shall be sure ; — 
 No fear ! — my knowledge is omniscient ; 
 
 No lack ! my storehouse will endure." 
 
 Have heard it said ; can't say for true. 
 
 But, heard it said in such a way, — 
 And, that by those who really knew, — 
 
 That one may pledge on what they say. 
 And they most strongly do suggest,— 
 
 Nay ! they most urgently assert 
 That, where old Mammon takes his test, 
 
 And where the worldlings are alert, — 
 Right in the nice official meeting, 
 
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 Where but the Spirit ought to lead, 
 They get to where there's spirit heating ! — 
 
 The opposite of what they need. 
 That it's almost impossible, 
 
 To there retain the Spirit life ; 
 Is seen such want of principle, — 
 
 Such mean, and underhanded strife. 
 Till it has now, almost become, — 
 
 That is — with old official members, — 
 To put in office — means to doom 
 
 To sudden death, or flickering embers. 
 
 Is there no way to meet this thing, 
 With all the aggregate church sense ; 
 
 And all the learning D. D.'s bring. 
 
 Which seems on other things immense ; 
 
 Almost enough to run a state, 
 
 And guide an empire to its fate. 
 
 The money matters form the sore 
 
 That cripple Methodistic power ; 
 And greatly help old Satan more 
 
 To precious souls of saints devour. 
 
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 It is the poor that feel the pres§lfi*e, 
 
 And dread the church's thirst for gold ; 
 Stay home beside an empty measure 
 
 Than have their abject meanness told. 
 Thus, that blest place which should be home 
 
 For all God's saints, however poor, — 
 Does on the lowly cast its gloom, — 
 
 Its smiles are on the money- doer. 
 
 It makes such clamor for the pelf 
 
 As if God really was a pauper. 
 And Satan now controlled the shelf. 
 
 And drove Him like a vanguished Tartar. 
 And that His children must appear 
 
 In all their force — with all their money. 
 To save Him from an early bier, 
 
 As He had neither milk nor honey. 
 Of course, it is for God they beg, — 
 
 Though people know just who it's for ; 
 Yet, balance on the hinder leg 
 
 And hollo ! God is wanting more ! — 
 When He in love is always sure. 
 
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 To do just as His word declares, 
 Nor asks a cent from humble doer 
 
 For all the grace, his love outshares : 
 ** Ho every one that hungers, thirsts, 
 
 Come unto me for your supply ; 
 My granary with grain outbursts ; 
 
 My fountain, it is never dry. 
 Buy wine and milk ! — buy without gold ; 
 
 Kat all you wish ! — drink all you may ; 
 No price I To you, 'tis freely sold ! — 
 
 Your heart is all I wish as pay." 
 It is a libel on His name. 
 
 To thus be busy begging elves, 
 And, then, on Him, to throw the blame 
 
 When they are begging for themselves. 
 
 We have not time to go the length. 
 To meet this question as we should, 
 
 Nor do we think we have the strength, 
 To do it rightly if we would. 
 
 'Tis very diflScult to handle, 
 
 For oft in darkness we must glean ; 
 
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 Yet, still by light of farthing candle 
 
 There's many spots that may be seen. 
 But looking through a self-stained glass, 
 
 Some seem to warp the plainest ray ; 
 The most they see is lucre-brass, — 
 
 But still, it looks a choice display. 
 It fires their hearts for worldly gain. 
 
 Ambition, craves for social scale ; 
 They through God's cause would this attain, 
 
 By demon flank — moves, would assail. 
 Their minds are now on money bent. 
 
 And, in proportion, less on souls ; 
 They, now, are willing to be spent, — 
 
 But on the line of earthly goals. 
 
 It is well known to thinking minds 
 
 That spirit life is ebbing low ; 
 The golden cord, that churches binds, 
 
 Is leaving grace but little show. 
 The preachers know, and feel it, too. 
 
 Although they may be coy and blithe ; 
 
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 But do not let the thing accrue, 
 As to forego a single tithe. 
 
 They know the kine that run the church — 
 
 The useful cows that give the butter ; 
 To thwart ! might get into the lurch, 
 
 If not into a dirty gutter. 
 These, make the moulds, to salary cast. 
 
 So large ! — to fill, means almost cozen ; 
 Old preachers, would have stood aghast ! 
 
 With quarters for a half a dozen. 
 And, to compare the work that's done. 
 
 With what the older preachers did. 
 The ratio would quickly run 
 
 Into a perfect pyramid. 
 
 These money men, they are not wanted. 
 
 Excepting for the extra tilt ; 
 It may, indeed, be easily granted, 
 
 That what they give, is so much spilt. 
 The most they do, is supplement. 
 
 What otherwise would be enough, — 
 For any who the Lord has sent, 
 
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 And willing for the smooth or rough. 
 'T would ministers, themselves, assist 
 
 To live far better Christian lives ; 
 ^ From heaven ^s granaries seek their grist 
 
 When earthly promise scarce survives. 
 But when the devil sends the preachers 
 
 To carry out the pulpit boom, 
 Then, you may see the perfect creatures, 
 
 That for the money, will make room. 
 
 If, there were more dependence, on 
 
 The promise that the lyord has given ; — 
 The Truths that from His mouth has gone, 
 
 Which stands as firm as earth and heaven, — 
 There would not so much clamor be 
 
 About the things that we behold ; — 
 With God, we eye to eye would see. 
 
 And prize His word, more than earth's 
 gold. 
 
 Will He not meet his gracious word ? 
 
 For all His faithful people care ? 
 ^ight succour to His church afford, 
 
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 In answer to its faithful prayer ? 
 Has God so placed His church, below, 
 
 That Satan's help has to be sought, — 
 In order that the thing may go, 
 
 And to its rightful end be brought ? 
 Is this the view we have to take. 
 
 After a Bible full of truth, 
 Where God has promised for the sake 
 
 Of words out of the Saviour's mouth, 
 That He will answer every need 
 
 That can His followers attend ; 
 To guide, to guard, to clothe, to feed, — 
 
 Yea ! in a word ! save, to the end ! 
 
 Why should we seek the devil's cash 
 
 To carry on the work of God ? 
 And thus allow the fiend to lash 
 
 God's children with a cruel rod ? 
 When Eden's plenty is at hand — 
 
 When heaven's treasures wait to pour^'; 
 All ready for the faithful band 
 
 To ask and have of needful store ? 
 
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 Why cater to the moneyed class, 
 
 Who help to crush the faithful poor ? 
 And with the jawbone of an ass 
 
 Would quiet down the humble doer ? 
 * * Oh ! they have money to endorse, 
 
 Whatever mule or ass may say ; 
 And since this seems to be the force 
 
 By which the Spirit wins His way, 
 'Tis just and right, to cater to 
 
 These men, that have the money hold ; 
 If they prefer to stay untrue, — 
 
 There's no untruth in sterling gold. 
 These pauper, God-forsaken sheep, 
 
 That have no money in or on them, — 
 'Tis time that they were off to sleep, 
 
 And had a friendly sod to don them. 
 
 It almost, now, would seem that money, 
 
 Is in solution, in the blood ; 
 Transmitted by the sire to sonny ; — 
 
 Without it, health, is never good ! 
 Oh, no ! there's nothing can be right ! — 
 
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 Not even heaven's highest grace ! 
 All is subject to fatal blight — 
 
 If money does not lead the race. 
 So much the notion is embedded. 
 
 And more than mixed with every plan, 
 That it is now, a thing more dreaded 
 
 Than hell ! to be a poor man. 
 
 That this is social sentiment, 
 
 The people's penchant does portray ; 
 A spirit born of discontent, — 
 
 And prevalent in America. 
 The church has caught the burning fire. 
 
 And, now, rides money like a hobby ; 
 Its spirit-life must soon retire, — 
 
 Already, in the exit lobby. — 
 
 If Methodism makes its way 
 
 As it has done the century past ; 
 
 Goes from its pristine path astray, 
 As certain, and, keeps on as fast, — 
 
 No ism ! Roman Catholic, 
 
 Mohammed, pagan, or say — worse ! — 
 
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 Could even lay it on as thick, 
 
 As Methodism would endorse. 
 Give it a thousand years or more 
 
 As Roman old Catholicism, — 
 And at the rate we said before, — 
 
 What would we style the blooming ism. 
 We would not dare to guess a name, 
 
 We could not do it if we tried ; 
 Old Webster, must come back to frame 
 
 A word that would the thing betide. 
 
 This is no time to crack a joke, 
 
 The matter is too great for such ; 
 It is not simply Wesley's yoke — 
 
 But Jesus' yoke, has painful touch. 
 And, if the Word of God be true, 
 
 And as it reads to common folk, 
 Some ministers, without ado 
 
 Are fairly in old Satan's yoke. 
 
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