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image to the God for whom the image stands, but the mind-worshipper is too absorbed in meditation upon his own greatness to think of any being higher than himself. Darwinism, when taken seriously, swells the head and shrivels the heart. Our religion is built upon love, and love is a heart quality. In the Old Testament as well as in the New we are taught that "out of the heart are the issues of life." The real think ing is done in the heart. Pa.seal says that the heart has reasons which the mind cannot un derstand, because the heart is of an infiuitely higher character. The mind is a splendid ma chine when it is properly handled, but it has to be handled. The principal work of the mind is to manufacture reasons for doing what the heart wants to do, and it is a poor mind that cannot manufacture reasons satisfactory to the heart for which it works. Darwinism attacks the faith of the student just at the time when the spirit of dependence is giving way to the spirit of independence ; this is the age in life when self-confidence is at its maximum. It is the time when he is in clined to think his parents are old fogy ? he does not need to have men like the president of the University of Wisconsin ridicule the be liefs of his father, mother and grandparents. The student's attention is focused upon the physical sciences which deal with the things which the senses can discern, lie is unduly impressed with the importance of the things that are seen, and is led to ignore the things that are unseen, forgetting that "the things that are seen are temporal; the tilings that are unseen are eternal." What of the things that are spiritually discerned) Should they be overlooked? We cannot afford to bring stu dent life down to a materialistic basis; noth ing that can be put into the head will offset the heart's loss if faith is extinguished. It is more important that the graduate shall be able to say with Paul, "I was not disobedient unto the heavenly vision," than that he shall be able to boast of a highly disciplined mind. What is a mind worth to society or to its pos sessor without a heart to direct it? It is of no more value than the most expensive gun when the man behind it is dead ? 110 more val uable than the sharpest sword when the hand that wielded it is palsied. Our civilization to-day needs something more than cold intellectuality; it needs the warmth of love and the spirit of brotherhood. It be hooves our churches, therefore, to inquire into the irreligious influence exercised by those who are attempting to substitute the guesses of so ealled scientists for the words of God and His Son, and for the teachings of the prophets and the apostles. If the right of these professors to destroy the faith of the children entrusted to them is questioned, they invoke freedom of speech, as if freedom of speech included the right to demand pay from those who believe the doctrine taught to be dangerous. A man has a right to have smallpox if he wants it, hut he does not have the right to communi cate it to any other person. Society takes upon itself the duty of preventing communica tion of diseases dangerous to the body. By what right can the professor claim pay for the communication of a disease dangerous to moral health? When the evil influence of Darwinism is un derstood it will be sent into oblivion, and these college combats, so fatal to students, however pleasant they may be to their instructors, will be remembered as we now recall the bloody gladiatorial contests that took place in ancient arenas. ? Exchange. * J Our Boys and Girls V * A TRUE ST. BERNARD STORY. This St. Bernard lived in Switzerland, llis name was Santo and he belonged to an in keeper np in the mountains. One wild, stormy night when he was lying by the hearth-fire ap parently asleep, and his master and mistress were taking their ease beeause they knew no guests would come on such a night. Santo suddenly jumped up and insisted on going ont. His master tried to dissuade him saying: "No, Santo, you do not want to go ont. such a ter rible night as this; see how the snow drifts and how the wind blows!" But Santo grew much excited and in spite of all persuasion got out and started down the mountain road as fast as he could go and as if he knew exactly where he was going. About two hours later he returned, almost exhausted, with a baby lashed to his back with a piece of harness. You can imagine how amazed the inkeeper and his wife were and how quickly she took the baby and warmed and fed him. The man roused the neighbors, who followed Santo} now restlessly waiting for them. With such things as they could carry to help those they knew they should find in dire need, they waded through the snow two miles to a gully road, where they came upon an over turned bus from which the frightened horses had run away. There they found, huddled to gether for warmth, seven people, including the baby's father and mother. You can imagine how happy they were to know that the baby was safe. The inkeeper and the neighbors suc ceeded in getting all the travelers back to the inn, and so Santo really saved all those lives. Now how did Santo know, in the first place, that there was trouble somewhere? Shut your eyes and think, before you read the next line, and learn that what made him prick up his ears and insist on getting out was the sound of the pounding of the runaway horses' hoofs, which his keen hearing caught, above the roar of the storm. lie had before associated that sound with trouble, and his instinct made him go to the rescue. ? Our Dumb Animals. A LITTLE ERRAND FOR WHOM? Helen stood on the doorstep with a very tiny basket in her hand, when her father drove up to her and said: "I am glad yon are ready to go out, dear. I came to take yon to the park to see the new deer." "Oh, thank yon, papa; but I ean't go just this time. I have a very particular errand to do now." "What is it?" asked her father. "Oh, it is to earry this somewhere," and she held up the small basket. Her father smiled and asked : "Who is this errand for?" "For my own self, papa, but ? oh, no. 1 guess not ? it's a little errand for God, papa." "Well, I will not hinder you," said the good father, tenderly. "Can I help you ay?" "No, sir. I was going to earry my orange, that I saved from my dessert, to old Peter." "Is old Peter sick?" "No, I hope not, but he never has any-thing nice, and he's good and thankful. Big folks give him only meat and broken bread, and I thought an orange would look so beautiful and make him so happy! Don't you think that poor well folks ought to be comforted some times as well as poor sick folks, papa?" "Yes; and 1 think we too often forget them until sickness or starvation comes. You are right; this is a little errand for God. Get into t lie buggy and 1 will drive you to Peter's and wait till you have done the errand, and then show you the deer. Have you a pin, Helen?'* "Yes, papa, here is one." "Well, here is a five-dollar hill for you to fix on the skin of the orange. This will pay old Peter's rent for four weeks, and perhaps this will he a little errand for God, too," said the gentleman. Little Helen, who had taught a wise man a wise lesson, looked very pleased as her fingers fixed the hill on the orange. RECITED THE SHORTER CATECHISM WHEN FIVE YEARS OLD. Dear Miss Helen Argyle: I am a little hoy five years old, and yesterday I recited perfect ly the Shorter Catechism. Twas pretty hard work to learn it, mother and 1 thought, hut I learned it, and recited it to my Sunday school teacher. My father is pastor of Little Creek church, and you know my mother. Your little friend, John Mack Walker, Jr. Dear John: You certainly must have been working hard, and we are all proud of you. H. A. DAVID'S FIGHT WITH THE GIANT. Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy eleven years old. I go to the Jonesboro Presbyterian church and to the Jonesboro High School. I am in the eighth grade. My teacher is Miss Carlotta Stewart. I like her very much. I have a twin brother named Edward, and he is in the same grade I am in. We have a little dog named ' Zip/' She has a little puppy now and his name is "Zip Junior." I am sending a Bible story to surprise my parents, David's Fight With the Giant. All through the reign of Saul there was constant war with the Phil istines, who lived 011 the opposite side of the Valley of Elah from the Israelites, and in the army of Saul were the three oldest brothers of David. Every day a giant woidd come out and call to the Israelites to send out a man to fight him, and if he won the Philistines would win the battle, and if the Israelite won the Is raelites would win. But no man would fight him. One day Jesse, the father of David, sent him to see how they were getting along. David came, spoke to his brothers, and gave them a present sent by their father. While they were talking the giant came out and called for some one to fight him. David said, "Who is this man that defies the army of the living God?" His brother said, "What are you doing here, leaving your sheep? I know you have come down just to see the battle.'* But David did not care for his brother's words, but was thinking up some way in which he could kilt this giant. At last he said that if no one else would fight this giant, he would. So David put Saul's armour on and started out, but it "was too heavy and he had to take it off. Then down the hill he went, and as he crossed a stream he picked up five small stones and hurled one at the giant and killed him. So the Israelites won a great victory through David. Jonesboro, Ga. Alfred Mathcg.