. "Blasts" from The Ram's Horn. er Godrecommends it. When the devil dont know just what to do in a church, he generally raises a dis-turbance in the choir. POINTS ON THE ENEMY. ^^^HE devil fears a praying mother. tPut the wicked in office and thedevil will govern the devil has an arm around theneck of the man who lives anaimless life. Brave, honest men shame the devil bylooking their own faults squarely in theface. The devil hates the Bible because itreveals the fact that heaven is to be devil-proof. The devil would soon be driven out ofthe earth if there wasnt anybody in thechurch be
. "Blasts" from The Ram's Horn. er Godrecommends it. When the devil dont know just what to do in a church, he generally raises a dis-turbance in the choir. POINTS ON THE ENEMY. ^^^HE devil fears a praying mother. tPut the wicked in office and thedevil will govern the devil has an arm around theneck of the man who lives anaimless life. Brave, honest men shame the devil bylooking their own faults squarely in theface. The devil hates the Bible because itreveals the fact that heaven is to be devil-proof. The devil would soon be driven out ofthe earth if there wasnt anybody in thechurch behind whom he could hide. LIFE. What is life ?A round of years; Filled with joy; whelmed with tearsPart weal—part woe;Darkened days, and days aglow—A dirge—a song;A ceaseless fight twixt right and wrong; This is life. DEATH. There is naught such as men call death; What we so fearIs but the ceasing of the earth-breath;The breathing, in a purer clime, The balmy airOf Heavens eternal summer time. 200 Blasts From The Rams Horn. OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM/ HE religion that would kill a smile on the face of a child isnot the religion of than one man is generally killed when a boy goeswrong. Keep the devil away from the children, and he will soon have to give up the is as well pleased with a child who has done its best as he is with an long as the devil can have the first chance at our children, he doesnt care how high we build our church steeples. • e • OPPORTUNITY. ADDRESSED TO THE BOYS OF AMERICA. By Chas. B. Mokkell. A judgeship is vacant, the ermine awaitsThe shoulders of youth, brave, honest and true, Some one will be standing by fames open gates,I wonder, my boys—Will it be one of you? The presidents chair of a great railroad maze,Is empty today, for death claimed his due, The directors are choosing a man for his place,I wonder, my boys—Will it be one of you? A pulpit is waiting for some one to fill,Of eloquent men there are only a f
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