The Monitor-register., 1897-07-09

1t cures weak lungs, splitting of blood, obsti-
| nate coughs and kindred ailments. No hon.
est druggist will recommend a substitute.
Mrs Ursula Dunham of Sistersville, Tyler Co.,
| W. Va, writes: " had a pain in my side all the
| time, had but little appetite and grew very thin.
| The Golden Medical Discovery promptly
cured the pain, restored my appetite and in
| creased my weight"
mates in charge may he merciful, Chris
tianly strategic, and the means of ref
ormation and rescue.
| Some years ago a city pastor in New
York was called to the city prison to
attend funeral. A young woman had
committed crime and was incarcerat-
ed, and her mother came to visit her,
and died on the visit. The mother, hay
ing no home, was buried from her
daughters prison cell. After the service
was over the imprisoned daughter came
up to the minister of Christ and said,
wouldn't you like to see my poor
mother?" And while they stood at the
coffin the minister of Christ said to that
imprisoned soul, Don't you feel today,
in the presence of your mothers dead
body, as if you ought to make VOW
before God that you will do differently
and live better life?' She stood for
few moments, and then the tears rolled
down her cheeks, and she pulled from
! her right hand the worn out glove that
she had put on in honor of the obsequies,
and, having barred her right hand, she
put it upon the chill brow of her dead
mother, and said: by the help of God
1 swear will do differently God help
mer' And she kept her VOW. And years
after, when she was told of the incident,
she said; "'When that minister of the
gospel said, God bless you and help you
to keep the VOW that you have made,
| cried out, and said: You bless me!
Do you bless me? Why, that's the first
kind word I've heard in ten years, and
it thrilled through my soul. and it was
the means of my reformation, and ever
since, by the grace of God, I've tried
to live a Christian life. - Oh, yes, there
are many amid the criminal classes that
may be reformed. Pray for the men
who have these unfortunates in charge,
and who knows but that when you are
leaving this world you may hear the
voice of Christ dropping to your dying
pillow, saying, II was sick and i'll prison,
and you visited me-" Yea, take the
suggestion of the Apostle Paul and ask
you to pray for all who are in authority,
that we may lead quiet and peaceful
lives in godliness and honesty.
| Gods Representatives.
| My word now is to all who may
come to hold any public position of
trust in any city. You are Gods repre-
sentatives. God, the King and Ruler and
Judge, sets you in his place. Oh, be
faithful in the discharge of all your du-
ties, SO that when all our cities are in
| ashes and the world itself is red scroll
of fame you may be in the mercy and
grace of Christ rewarded for your faith.
fulness. 1t was that feeling which gave
such eminent qualifications for Office to
Neal Dow. mayor Of Portland, and to
Judge Mclean of Ohio, and to Benja-
min B. Butler, attorney general of New
York, and to George Briggs, governor
OF Massachusetts, and to Theodore Free
linghuysen, senator of the United
States, and to William Wilberforce,
member of the British parliament. You
may make the rewards of eternity the
emoluments of your Office What care
| you for adverse political criticism if you
have God Oh your side? The one or the
two or the three years of your public
trust will pass away, and all the years
of your earthly service, and then the
tribunal will be lifted, before which
you and I must appear. May God make
| you so faithful now that the last scene
shall be to you exhilaration and rap
ture. I wish now to exhort all good peo-
pie, whether they are the governors or
the governed, to make one grand effort
for the salvation, the publication, the
redemption of our American cities. Do
| you not know that there are multitudes
going down to ruin, temporal and eter.
nal, dropping quicker than words drop
from my lips? Grogshops swallow them
up. Gambling hells devour them.
Houses of shame are damning them.
Oh, let us toll and pray and preach
and vote until all these wrongs are
rlghted! What we do we must do quick
| ly. With our rulers, and on the same
| PAotAOiAbt We ihhsu uO 1abt OOlIc U6lOIo
the throne of God to answer for what
we have done for the bettering of our
| great towns. Alas, if on that day it be
found that your hand has been idle and
my pulpit has been SILENT Oh, ye who
are pure and honest and Christian, go
to work and help to make the cities
| pure and honest and Christian!
| Lest it may have been thought that l
am addressing only what are called the
better classes my final word is to some
dissolute soul to whom these words may
come: Though you may be covered
with all crimes, though you may be
smitten with all leprosies, though you
may have gone through the whole cata-
iogue OF iniquity, and may not have
been in church for 20 years, you may
have your nature entirely reconstructed,
and upon your brow, hot with infamous
practices and besweated with exhaust
ing indulgences, God will place the
flashing coronet of a Saviours forgive
ness. "Oh, no, you say eff you knew
who am and where l came from, you
wouldn't say that to me. don't believe
the gospel you are preaching speaks of
my case" Yes, it does, my brother.
And then, when you tell me that, think
OF what st. Teresa said when reduced
to utter destitution. Having only two
pieces of money left, she jingled the
two pieces of money in her hand and
said, "St. Teresa and two pieces of mon
ey are nothing, but St. Teresa and two
pieces of money and God are all things. -
And tell you now that while sin and
a sinner are nothing, sin and sinner
and an all forgiving and all compass
sionate God are everything.
Who is that that see coming? know
his step. know his rags. Who is it? A
prodigal. Come, people of God, let us
go out and meet him. Get the best
robe you can find in all the wardrobe.
Let the angels of God fill their chalices
and drink to his eternal rescue. Come,
people of God, let US go out to meet
him. The prodigal is coming home.
The dead is alive again and the lost is
found.
Pleased with the news, the saints below
In songs their tongues employ;
Beyond the skies the tidings CO.
| And heaven is filled with joy
Nor angels can their joy contain,
But kindle with new fire;
THE sinner lost is found, they sing,
And strike the sounding Tyre.
Lucky.
The Goldfish" said the professor,
| lays considerably more than 600. 600