Arizona republican., 1919-04-07

At the First Presbyterian church Rev. J. L. Marquis preached yesterday on the text "Son, remember" Luke lo:zS- After describing the characters In the parable of the rich man and Iazarus' he said:
 There are three great realms Tn He the past, the present ana the lutufe. Of these the present is ruled py reason and intuition. Hope governs the iu- ture and it's acts. But the past IS sup feet unto memory, that faculty by which man retains the acquisitions of the past. Memory is one of Gods greatest bless ings. It may also become q source Of torment. Some men say that they do not believe in hell and do not see how a loving God can condemn any one to eternal torment. My purpose today is to show you that the torment which Dives endured is the inevitable fate of every unredeemed man; that each one of us has within himself that which makes it necessary to believe in hell, for when God says "son remember the very memories that throng will be full of torment; in other words l would set before you the place of memory in Gods retribution.
 Memory is like a great storehouse into which experience dumps her facts, which memory then sorts into various bins and pigeon holes, so that the mind may be able to find them when man has use for them.
 From another point of view, memory is vast picture gallery upon the walls of which are hung all the incidents of our lives. Some of those pictures are shrouded in darkness and we have for gotten their existence. Others are turned with their faces to the wall as we strive to forget them. But whether forgotten or not, the picture is there, hanging upon the wall of that gallery.
 Or again we may liken memory unto a record book in which man writes daily his thoughts, his ambitions and his deeds. Some of the pages of that book are badly marred so that we are ashamed of them. We will not look at them. We paste them together so that they cannot be read. We would like to tear them out of the book were that not impossible. for no page of this book of memory can ever be destroyed. Memory can be cultivated You can | index the contends of your storeiouse so as to know what each bin contains.
 You can catalogue your picture gallery so as to tell where each picture hangs. You can review your record book until ! you are very familiar with its contents | By sheer will power 1t is even possible ! to force oneself to remember things 1 that have been forgotten. And on the 1 other hand you can will to forget things l that you do not wish to remember presume that all of us have pictures that We keep turned to the wall, things that we are trying to forget.
 l And right here lies the retributive power of memory on earth. You think l that you have forgotten. But one day a face upon the street, sentence in a
 book, some association of ideas-brings up before you with startling distinc-
 ness the scene you had forgotten
 Men rescued from drowning report that
 as they passed into unconsciousness
 every act of life seemed to flash across
 the mind in an instant. As on a sensi. ! tive photographic film the mind seems 10 register every past experience and
 It only needs the proper reagent to de-
 Veiop the negative and bring forth the picture. Man cannot forget with the
 assurance that he will not at some time
 in the future remember the thing for
 gotten now.
 Shakespear says Conscience dott
 make towards of us all" No, not con.
 science. but memory. Conscience does
 but take us by the hand and lead us
 down the gallery. pointing out the pic lures to us. It is memory that hang.
 the pictures there It is memory that
 peoples the night with horrors and the day With fears, that banishes sleep an(
 destroys composure, that sometime.
 or!ves the murderer to surrender or t
 suicide, that often visits divine retri button upon the sinner who had hoped And If memory thus brings tormen