The Christ gleam falls across your path now, and there is light enough if you will follow it to lead you to forgiveness and peace. Nothing else can save you from the darkness which comes to all who have sinned. Not long ago, in New York, a man died the death of a suicide, who had in his possession up to the time of his death many millions of dollars. He made his money in a shameful way, and he could not bear the public censure. He had traded his soul for his wealth, and after he got it had no peace with it, because in getting it he had lost his soul. If that man could have exchanged all his millions for a light, cheerful heart, that looked into the future with gladness, what a wonderful bargain it would have been. But he had sinned against his own soul. He had turned his face away from the light and there could only be one ending, and that was the impenetrable gloom of the "outer darkness." God save any one of you from such a tragedy! I give you the blest invitation of Christ to come to the light, and in the sweet light that shines upon the mercy seat find the forgiveness of your sins and the hope of eternal life.

MAN'S GLORIOUS DAY

"And God called the light day."-Gen. 1:5.

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HERE is nothing more glorious in the universe than the day. No other miracle is so marvelous as this. God uses it as a challenge against unbelief in spiritual things. Through the mouth of Jeremiah He says, "Thus saith the Lord: If ye can break my covenant of the day

Then may also my covenant be broken with David my servant." Did you ever stop to think what a miracle it is to make the day, and cause its return at the appropriate time through the centuries? George Lansing Taylor once made a study of the mechanical enginery that would be necessary to make the day, and he discovered that to run this massive sphere, eight thousand miles in diameter, by the ratio of size of shaft to size of paddle-wheel on a large steamboat, the earth must be slung on a steel shaft two hundred and fifty miles in diameter and ten thousand miles long. It must be driven by an engine whose cylinder should measure twelve hundred miles bore and two thousand

miles stroke, having a piston-rod one hundred miles thick, and two thousand five hundred miles long, working by a connecting-rod three thousand miles long on a crank of one thousand miles arm, with a wrist two hundred miles long and fifty miles thick. The piston of this engine will make but one revolution daily; but to do that it will travel four thousand miles, at an average velocity of nearly three miles a minute. The working capacity of this engine will be about fourteen thousand million horsepower. It must be controlled by an automatic governor of infallible accuracy, and supplied with inexhaustible fuel and oil; and so run on day and night, never starting a bolt, nor heating a journal, nor wearing out a box, century after century. The iron bed-frame for this machine must be ten thousand miles square and four thousand miles high, and not tremble a hair under the stroke that drives the equatorial rim of this flying-wheel globe up to a steady velocity of seventeen and one-half miles a minute, twenty times the velocity of a flying express-train! Who will take the contract to build and run this engine?

Who'll furnish a place where it may stand? Who'll build the masonry underpinning for that vast bed-frame? But it can have no underpinning. The vast mass must fly through space in the earth's orbit around the sun, with a velocity of more than eleven hundred miles a minute. The Armstrong one-hundred-ton steel rifle sends its twothousand-pound steel projectile at the rate of sixteen hundred feet per second clean through a solid wrought-iron plate twentytwo inches thick. But God fires this globe, eight thousand miles in diameter, through space with sixty and one-half times the velocity of the monster projectile, and two thousand times the velocity of an expresstrain. And our engine that gives it its dayand-night rotation must fly with it at that speed, and never lose a stroke!

Now, it was our God who built this flyingmachine, and set it at work revolving out our day and night, and flashing the rosy miracle of sunrise and sunset around the world! And it was that same God who also framed the plan of our redemption through Jesus Christ, and set up His kingdom on the earth; and He says to the caviler to-day:

"When you can stop the one, you can stop the other! Just try your hand on my dayand-night engine first, and then see about Christianity."

Our life in this world has been very commonly compared to the natural day. There is an old common-law proverb which says that, "Every man has his day in court." So each of us is granted his day of human life, and where our lives run the normal, natural course the figure of the day is very striking. Our birth is like the sunrise. Childhood is our morning, and in youth the sun climbs high in the heavens. High-noon is middle age. As we grow older the sun descends toward the West, and death is the sunset of man's brief but splendid day. This illustration ought to be full of teaching for every one of us.

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The thought of life as a day should be to us an inspiration to activity. It is swiftly passing. On John Ruskin's desk he kept a paper-weight made of a beautiful block of chalcedony. Carved upon it was the word