The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-08-13

over the cr reeks. On the crest Of thst wave he rode to victory at the battle | Of New Orleans On the crest of that wave lie rode to the White House. An- d. w Jackson knew how to stand alone.
 He was not swayed by those who sat
 at meat with him.
 day. disgusted with the superficiality of all that beheld. All wass laughter. lana tinsel and show. longed vaguely for something rock-like and strong lCertainly on La Place de Ia Concorde IT found myself immediately under an eGl strian statue.
 With d half interestL raisci my l head to see of whom 1t was: and l shall never forget the thrill that sEot
 to my heart as looked into he C m. stern, magnificent features of George washington He stood there like \ some rugged cliff in the midst of q sea that dashed ineffectual spray and froth fraainst It's bosom. Give us men who know how to be rocks in the tide
 of this restless. wavering world.
 II think Hcrod may have argued Ithis way too: After tonight l VIII
 change my eourse.. l iwii tase ..aa stand and turn about toward the right. But give me one more night One more debauch. One more timel How smany wifes' and mothers and fathers hearts have been broken by | that one more time. How many fine young. pu1sing lives have been wreck cd py 1t. A young virginian few I years sgo said will go this onesfnglf right into vice and then stop. He l went that one single night and yet to- day he walks feper among men Dy
 reason of itsy horrible consequences
 Tar the sake Of aii that's right and
 eood and holy, let there be no ons more time.
 aThat one last indulgence brcugh
 doom to Herod and death to John th' Baptist. Herod. with his fear of 'h' crowd. ordered the head of the prison CT brought forth at Salome's request Look at the scene. The gory head or fhe charger. Even these hardened men sickened with the sight Ant that livid. writhing thing there tha
 calls itself king. John the Baptis
 lis de2d But how much better hi'
 fate tSAi the fate of the weak-heart
 ed, baekboneless Herod.
 l.srt IA not death. to bear The wrench that sets us free
 From dungeon chain. to breath tn
 air
 Of boundiess liberty" Tt is not death. to fling
 Aside this sinful flesh. . And rise on strong exulting wings ..I TO live among the Just" Lord Jesus. Prince of life. , Thy chosen cannot die. , | like Thee, they conquer in .he Strif TO reign eternally.'
 Let us follow Herod. His over weaning ambition led him to onen' | -.- anA ha WMU ndn ished to the little town of Lyons I ,, what is now France. Let us go t { him and fad him there. His life hos
 is like Lord Byron's.
 My days are turned to the yellow leaf:
 The flowers. the fruits of life, CT l The worm. the canker. and the grie Are mine alone"
 .srhe fires of remorse are preyinl | m his heart Even before we lef l him. in far away Judea- that had be ! gun, for he imagined that Jesus wa John come back to life And Jon was always alive to Herods SICK , lm agination Our souls are picture gal } l leries. And every deed we do hang [ d picture there. As we get older an mora infirnd we must look more an : more at those pictures. Finally, whe . in our wasted strength, we are ooun | Eto one chair, aik we can do Is to fee k our eyes on the sight of those picture , starring at Us from the walls of ou soul galleries.
 t aAn old man. eighty-three years { : age. talked to me not very long aGc . He is blind now. sick, hasn't left hl e room for over year. Formerly ] y was talented. wealthy and powerful