Oh, young man! do not be ashamed to
be found on the side of the Bible. Do not
join those young men who in this dav put
I their thumb* in their vest, and swagger
about the streets and the stores, talking
I about the glorious nineteenth century, about
its light being sufficient without anv’ Bible
and without any Christ, and without any
1 God. ’lhe time is coming—we may not liv<
to see it, but I should not be surprised il
we did see it—when this whole country is
to be one great church, the forests the
aisles, the Alleghany and the Rocky moun
tains the pillars, the chain of inland lakes
the baptistries, and the worship the halle
lujah chorus unto Him who was, and is,
and shall be evermore. Oh! come over to
the majority—come under the banner of
Bmanuel.
Vernon was the son of an English squire.
He was brought up in great elegance. There
was a man working on the place by the
name of Ralph. Vernon used to often talk
with Ralph. After awhile X'emoti went
off to college, and came back with his mind
' full of skepticism. He talked his skepticism
'to Ralph, the workman After awhile
I A'ernon went from home again, was gone
| for years, came back, and among his first
j questions when getting home was, “Where
I is Ralph?" “Oh!” said the father. “Ralph
■ is in prison waiting for the day of<xecu
: tion.” Vernon hastened to see Ralph.
