“It’s Better Higher Up.”
Not long ago there lived an old bed-ridden saint, and a Christian lady who visited her found her always very cheerful.…
Not long ago there lived an old bed-ridden saint, and a Christian lady who visited her found her always very cheerful.…
There was a man whom I knew who was an inveterate drinker. He had a wife and children. He thought he could stop wheneve…
Look at that rum-seller. When we talk to him he laughs at us. He tells you there is no hell, no future—there is no retr…
I remember going into a young converts’ meeting in Philadelphia, where I heard a story that thrilled my soul. A young m…
Let me ask you a question. Do you think that those gamblers, thieves, harlots, and drunkards who are trampling the ten …
A soldier, wounded during our last war, lay dying in his cot. Suddenly the deathlike stillness of the room was broken b…
The Young French Nobleman and the Doctor. In London, when I was there in 1867, I was told a story which made a very de…