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taxes and, in a few years, death meets you face to face and, in 

 a calm but firm tone, asks, "Whose are all these things?" Here 

 in this excellent "boarding-house" they all try to fo/get those 

 antagonizing forces that have produced the gray hairs, and 

 ruthlessly plowed deep furrows across the once smooth brow 

 that received the tender kisses from the mother's lips, who sang 

 her children to sleep in the little log cabin which is still "though 

 lost to sight to memory dear." Here these sinners (for "sin is 

 the trangression of law" any law), commingle, drink mineral 

 water and recuperate. As the birds have twittered their last 

 vespers, and darkness is creeping on, instinctively from mem- 

 ory's store-house there come to the lips the language of child- 

 hood's early days: "Now I lay me down to sleep," and with 

 that come visions of mother or sister in the old log home, read- 

 ing from the old school book: "Turn backward, turn backward, 

 Oh, years in your flight, make me a child again just for to- 

 night !" Once more the blessed angel spirit of mother seems to 

 hover over the erring soul which fervently breathes, "Rock me 

 to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep." Coming into obedience of 

 divine law, "He giveth his beloved sleep," and all arise to hear 

 the song of birds, and to remark : "How delightful it would be 

 to return to 'simple life.' " Well, blessed is he who never de- 

 parted from it ! 



If you will turn back to Photos 103 and 10-i you will see a 

 strong contrast in two Pittsburg abodes. Either one may be 

 "h-o-m-e or h-e-1-1," according to the character of the people 

 who occupy them ; for riches do not- in themselves make 

 demons, nor does poverty in itself make saints. It does, 

 however, sometimes happen that a mansion may be a cradle of 

 indiscretion that ripens into vice, culminates in murder, followed 

 for months with a thousand newspapers pouring a contin- 

 uous stream of the vilest filth (the "suit") into the minds of mil- 

 lions of youths. 



Young people, in entering married life, whether you secure 

 a "home" or a "hell" will depend not on what you have but what 

 you are. You look into the future and contemplate a "home ;" 

 a real "home" for yourselves! Did you ever see a "home?" 

 Let me show you one ; it may be a log cabin, or ruder still. 



The work in the field is done for the day; Jim and Bill have 



