. The life and work of Dwight L. Moody, presented to the Christian world as a tribute to the memory of the greatest apostle of the age. te to name Abraham Lincolnand Dwight L. Moody. When a nations life is to be pre-served and its liberties maintained, Almighty God calls a poorboy from the log cabin in Kentucky ; cradles him in the school ofhardship and gives him the Great West for his only university,and then annoints him to lead us through a sea of blood to theCanaan of freedom. In like manner God called the humblefarmer boy from the banks of the Connecticut, gave him as hiseducation only on
. The life and work of Dwight L. Moody, presented to the Christian world as a tribute to the memory of the greatest apostle of the age. te to name Abraham Lincolnand Dwight L. Moody. When a nations life is to be pre-served and its liberties maintained, Almighty God calls a poorboy from the log cabin in Kentucky ; cradles him in the school ofhardship and gives him the Great West for his only university,and then annoints him to lead us through a sea of blood to theCanaan of freedom. In like manner God called the humblefarmer boy from the banks of the Connecticut, gave him as hiseducation only one book—the book which schooled him with thespirit of Jesus Christ—and then sent him out as a herald of salva-tion, Lincoln and Moody were alike in the gift of a remarkablecommon sense. Neither one of them ever committed a seriousmistake. They were alike in being masters of simple, strong,Anglo-Saxon speech, the language of the Bible and of Bunyan,the language of the plain people. Lincolns heart gushed out insympathy to all sorts and conditions of men and made him thebest loved man in American history. Moodys big loving MEMORIAL SERVICES 469 fired with a love of Jesus Christ, made him a master of humanemotions, touching the fount of tears in thousands of hearts, andoften bringing weeping multitudes before his pulpit. Finally,Lincoln, the liberator, went up to his martyred crown, holding theshattered manacles in his hand. Moody, the liberator, the liber-ator of immortal souls, fell the other day as a martyr from over-whelming work—went to be greeted at the gates of glory by thethousands he had led from the cross to the crown. Ere I take my seat, let me say what may not be known to allof you. On the Sabbath before our brother started for KansasCity he delivered his last sermon in Nev^ York in yonder FifthAvenue Presbyterian Church. In that discourse, as if already thepreliminary shadow was falling, he uttered this wonderful sentence :You may read in the papers that M
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