Such an atmosphere of peace, good will and holiness pervade the seminary where the Misses Lite carry on their work, that many a year must pass and memory become very dull ere Satan can re-enter there. With curses on the girl who by her silly sacrifice and love had. foiled the king of hell, he took another flight. Leaving for a time the attempt to poison youth and damn the coming motherhood of the holy Virgin's sisters, he hissed this text of holy writ: "I will smite the Shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered;" and forthwith laid his plot to ruin the life and work of a holy man.

How different from the lot of the Rev. See K. Easy was that of his brother in the ministry, John Newland. From youth, the law of John's life had been honest labor, and that, as a sacrament of nature, had helped to open the windows of his soul. He was not moved to the sacred ministry as some men claim to be, by the almost audible voice of God, nor by the outward respectability with which such an office would surround him. Toiling

as he did in company with the poor of earth, and touched by the infirmities and sins of his brethren, an increasing and profound conviction took possession of him, that the Gospel of God's Son and man's Brother, is the only power that can harmonize and save mankind. Led by the power of this creed he found himself, by the will of God, numbered among the pastors of the flock. His labors were begun in the newer country of the West, so unlike the finished conditions of New England. In the West, the speedy acquisition of wealth had suddenly shifted the positions of men and women. Ignorance and poverty ascended the throne of wealth and influence, and the worst of all tyrannical conditions was witnessed, that of servants suddenly becoming rulers. Church and State alike were dominated by wills of pride and wealth unsanctified, and those inevitable concomitants of new settlements and sudden prosperity, the social sins, sat unblushingly in civil courts and in the House of God. His evil spirits had already done good work for him, but hither comes

also Beelzebub himself to choke the seed of John Newland with his tares from hell. Twelve months had the pastor prayed and worked. Some faithful souls he found. The children, the sick and a few penitent sinners were his friends; otherwise the year had shown but little in common between the pastor and the blinded flock. With a prophet's eye, he had realized from the beginning that no power save the heavy hand of God could break the crust of pride and sin that ruled his people; some angel must needs come down and stir deep and long the pool of sin before the waters of life could enter there, and wash away the manifold impurities. He had begun his work calmly and without haste; not that he was indifferent to sin, but, believing that to God alone belongs the prerogative of sudden judgment, and that man should earn his title among his fellow-men before standing among them as a judge, he waited for twelve long months amid indifference, selfishness, injustice and tyranny. His pulpit utterances were of love and gentleness, and, with but

few exceptions in the pews, were as pearls cast before swine. "A pious and inoffensive man," was the judgment of the world. Little did they know what a fire was slumbering beneath that gentleness. The time had come. John Newland could no longer hold his peace. The Sunday following must hear a message from his lips, such as the town had never dreamed of. In a little upper room, called his study, kneeled the pastor, and like one of old wrestled with God in prayer. Then seated at his desk he opened wide the Bible and these words spoke out to him: "Ye serpents, ye generation of vipers, how can ye escape the damnation of hell?" Moved with righteous indignation, long pent up, John Newland wrote him out the text, and then began the sermon. At that very moment the devil stepped into the room to begin his work of ruin. Glancing over the pastor's shoulder, he read the text and then:

"Aha! my friend, you need no help from me if that is to be your Sunday's message. Fool! to risk your place and peace of mind by

hurling that firebrand of hell among your people. Oh! what glee will be for me and mine, when you have done with your stilted sermon on justice and morality! To call your little lambs and pious sheep serpents and vipers! Hell has no corner richer in clamor and damnation than you will have right here, when you have preached that sermon, which will merit the applause of all pandemonium."

A heightened color stood upon the pastor's cheek, his eye was bright; his breath came quick, and his pen ran rapidly on in scathing utterances.

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Passing good," quoth Satan, as his eye took in each burning sentence, "all you write is true, too true for your dear people. There is where I fault these puny preachers; they deal in gentle platitudes, which keep the people confessing God. If all would write their sermons from these stirring texts, the people would rebel and go.to hell, rather than meekly sit and acknowledge their meanness and their own sins. That is right, my boy, preach the truth, the hardest truth, and the dear