people who go to sleep during the opening prayer. Please do not ask me how I know; and I wish to add it was not the fault of the prayer nor of the pastor who made it. Well, this opening prayer at the beginning of our covention was made by Bishop Mathews, of the United Brethren Church. When he started out he hesitated, and seemed to find so much difficulty in saying just what he wanted to say that I rather pitied him. But it was not long before I changed my mind and began to pity my poor self. I do not know but I was the first person in that great meeting to say amen to something that struck home to me in a remarkable way in that prayer. The amen came almost of itself; and I was a little frightened when I found I had said it so loud and I began to think it was, perhaps, not the fashion among that great body of educated and cultured young ministers to say amen. Very soon, however, I was at ease on that point. Other amens like my own followed fast and quickly, and one good pastor warmed up and put such wonderful thoughts and suggestions in regard to the needs of our nation, together with thanksgiving for the victories that have just been granted us in answer to prayer that the amens came from all over that vast audience like veritable hail. They drowned the prayer so that the dear brother had to wait till they had ceased before he could go on; and for quite a time it was brief, short sentences, so wonderfully to the point, and suggesting things we had never thought of before, but which, notwithstanding, commended themselves so to the hearts of the great listening audience that it seemed as if

was not the leader who was speaking, but the people who were listening. He voiced the thoughts, the longings, and the hungering of all those grand, noble hearts united in one petition. I thought of the words, "Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they shall be filled;" and it seemed as if the answer was coming while we prayed. Yes, it is true we all prayed. Amid the praying and the shouting (for it was almost that before the prayer was ended), a sweet, motherly voice near by uttered the words, "Yes, Lord"-just those two words, but they almost seemed to lift me off my feet. My mind went back to that revival of toward thirty years ago in the Methodist church here in Medina, when I first spoke in public for Christ Jesus, and where my voice was first heard in public prayer. They were union meetings. We held them first in one church and then in another. When we got around to the Methodist church it was always a little more noisy there than at the other places of worship; and at one of those noisy meetings a dear sister, who has long since gone to her heavenly home, used the words, "Yes, Lord," when some brother or sister expressed just the thought that she felt needed more emphasis. Those words and that sweet, motherly voice still

ring in my ears. It expressed a close and intimate acquaintance with the Lord Jesus Christ, and expressed, too, a faith, a happy faith, that God would hear and would send the blessing. That opening prayer, it seemed to me, gave us all an uplift. It suggested to me the chorus of that beautiful hymn:

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By faith on heaven's table land.

Governor Hanly, of Indiana, is a comparatively small man. He looks boyish and acts boyish, especially when he first starts to speak; but when he gets a-going you forget all about his size and his apparent diffidence when he first stands up before you. May the Lord be praised for such a man as Governor Hanly! When our beloved President Roosevelt absolutely declines being President any longer, I should not mind voting for Governor Hanly. He said the Anti-Saloon League is the great ally of the church, and that he was glad to extend a Hoosier welcome to all the dear brothers and sisters who had come to Indianapolis from far and near-not because of what we have done, but for what we stand for. He commended the League for the quality of its work, for its practicability. "You are not only right," he said, "but you know how to bring men to your support, how to appeal to the thoughts of men, then stir them into action. You have succeeded because you have been wise enough to keep out of politics." There were a good many smiles right here, and the people in the audience looked at one another to see just what he meant. After he had paused a little he smiled and then added: "Don't misunderstand me. Some people complain because you have gone into politics. When I say politics I mean partisan politics. You have made your appeal alike to Democrats and to Republicans who are in sympathy with the principles for which you stand.

I hardly need tell you what Governor Hanly has done toward closing the saloons nights and Sundays, for it has been in the papers pretty much all over the United States. While he was speaking the daily papers were announcing in big headlines that seventy saloon men had been arrested for keeping open the Sunday before; and I was told that something over a hundred in Indianapolis had been fined and imprisoned for breaking the law. There was a big stir about it, and they were threatening the good Governor all manner of evil things for having enforced the Sunday-closing law all over Indiana. There were many jokes to the effect that Hanly had not only "shut down the lid," but had "screwed it fast." The mayors, marshals, and policemen of the different towns and cities in Indiana who seemed inclined to connive with saloonkeepers to evade law are being straightened out at a rate that makes their heads swim. But the churches, the temperate, and the temperance people of Indiana are rejoicing and declaring just as

vehemently that Governor Hanly shall be supported and kept in office.

Dr. Howard H. Russell, the old veteran of the Anti-Saloon League, spoke of the victory in Ohio, and said, "It was the men with clay on their boots, who rallied from the country districts, who gave us our victory."

Wednesday morning they decided to have a roll-call of the States; but there were so many of them that it was deemed best to confine each delegate to a report of ten minutes; and even then we did not get to all of them.

Superintendent Baker, in a magnificent speech and summing-up, told us that the League during the year 1905 had received $339,479, an increase over 1904 of over $72,000. There are now 26 Anti-Saloon League papers published, with a combined circulation of 208,000 copies. Brother Baker asked us all to remember that the League is confining its efforts strictly to fighting the saloon. "This one thing we do, and we are going to stick to it until the American saloon is a thing of the past."

The delegates from the different States told us many funny things connected with their fights and their victories. A good brother who reported from Texas told us that the greater portion of that large State is now dry territory. In one county there were sixty or seventy saloons. After a big fight the Anti-Saloon League triumphed, and it was decided that, by the time the law had been printed the third time in a weekly county paper, every saloon should close its doors. The law had been published for two weeks; but on the third week, the day before the paper was going to press, a tramp printer wanted a job there. As they were short of help, he was set at work. As he had no home and no money he begged to be allowed to sleep in the printing office over night; but the boss gave him half a dollar to get a bed. He got up the next morning, however, before anybody else got around, slipped into the office, and, after the paper was all printed, ready for distribution, the sharp editor, who was a temperance man, discovered that a single word had been removed from the ordinance, and the line spaced out so it did not show. But the omission of this word permitted the saloonkeepers to declare they were not legally ruled out, and they had already commenced celebrating. The editor, however had the word put back, destroyed the whole edition of papers that had just been run off, and printed a new edition with the ordinance correct. The temperance people then rallied and paid the publisher for the loss of paper and presswork; and then they went for the tramp printer, but he could not be found. The saloonkeepers stopped their celebrating, and proceeded to obey the law; but the outraged public felt so indignant at this trick, indicating so clearly that saloonists are anarchists, and do not propose to obey the law, that the wets got a

worse dose than they would have had otherwise. In that Texas county, like the State of Indiana, the "lid" is not only shut down, but "screwed fast."

Rev. E. C. Dinwiddie told us about the fights in Washington to circumvent the army officers, or those who are pleased to style themselves army officers, in trying to have the canteen restored. He also told us of the vigorous efforts to open up beer-selling in the Indian Territory, but that righteousness had again triumphed, and there was but little probability that they could evade or get around the law for the next 21 years.

Not only are all the Protestant churches uniting to banish liquor-selling, but Rev. James McCleary, of Minneapolis, gave us a grand temperance talk on total abstinence among Roman Catholics. During the opening of his speech, with a very pleasant smile he said he was happy to be permitted to stand in a Baptist pulpit and speak to those who love temperance. He gathered from the smiles of his audience, however, that he had made a mistake somewhere. When told that it was a Methodist church he said he was sure it did not make any difference so far as he was concerned, and he was quite certain, too, that it made no difference with the audi

ence.

Rev. Louis Albert Banks, D. D., gave us a magnificent talk on the relation of Christianity to politics.

Rev. Charles Scanlon, of Pittsburg, made, I think, the most brilliant temperance oration I ever heard. I asked one of the officers if there was a stenographer present to take down that sermon, but he replied: "Why, Bro. Root, there is no stenographer living who could take down that part of it where he spoke with such enthusiasm, and where he crammed so many brilliant thoughts into sentences so rapidly spoken, and I presume he himself could not reproduce it." The encouraging cheers and clapping of hands, and the amens, had probably given him an inspiration that enabled him to utter thoughts and soar to flights of oratory that could not be transcribed to paper.

I remember we had a very encouraging report from Florida; but I did not gather from it the statement made under the head of the temperance lesson in the Sunday School Times for November 6. The statement is as follows: "The State of Florida manages to worry along with only 25 saloons.”

Mr. Folk, of Tennessee, brother of Governor Folk, of Missouri, gave us a most interesting account of the work in his State. Tennessee is almost a prohibition State; and it is a little funny to find out how it was brought about. They succeeded in having a law passed, forbidding saloons within four miles of any schoolhouse. Bro. Folk is State Superintendent of the Anti-Saloon League, and he is almost freeing the state by planting schoolhouses wherever saloons are found. They have been giving way be

fore the march of education; but finally in one place they entrenched themselves on an island in a river. After they got to doing a thriving business and making it quite a resort for the intemperate, by Mr Folk's direction a schoolhouse was planted on the island. Now, I did not learn exactly whether they sent pupils over to the island in order to make it a bona-fide schoolhouse, but they broke up the traffic, and still they are "marching on" along the same line. (Some might say right here that this wasn't fair to the saloonkeepers.) Just think of it, friends! what a glorious work for any State or any people, putting up schoolhouses, places for educating the young, where beer and whisky saloons have formerly held sway! May God bless Tennessee. In fact, God has blessed the State. Mr. Folk is a man of wonderful ability as a speaker. Besides his Anti-Saloon work, he is publisher of some Baptist paper, but I have forgotten the name of it. HOW A WOMAN ALMOST SINGLE-HANDED MADE A TOWN DRY.

Mrs. Florence Richards, a W. C. T. U. lecturer from Leipsic, Putnam Co., Ohio, gave the closing address of this grand convention. Superintendent Baker, in introducing her, told us she would, by request, tell us how she got saloons out of Leipsic. Perhaps I might mention that it was in this same town of Leipsic, almost fifty years ago, that I took my first lessons in beerdrinking. I was learning the trade of clock and watch repairing; and as there was a beer saloon right across the way, which my teacher often visited, it is not strange that a boy of seventeen got drawn into it. Well, Leipsic is now a town of six or eight thousand inhabitants. A little over two years ago, just as Mrs. Richards was returning from a lecture tour, the pastor of her church informed her he had announced and made other arrangements for her to give them a temperance talk the next Sunday evening. She told him she was tired out, and had come home to rest, and that he would really have to excuse her and postpone the announcement. He replied, "Why, you told me some time ago, Mrs. Richards, that people kept asking about your own town, and saying they supposed, of course, that you had succeeded in banishing saloons from your native place, etc. Now, we will give you all the help we can if you will just get right at it. There is a big new saloon, built of brick, just opened up, and they are doing a smashing business, and no mistake."

After a little more entreaty she told him she would try to prepare herself and do what she could. The more she thought about it the more the Holy Spirit seemed to indicate that she should go right into the saloons and get facts for her address.

On Saturday night she started out, notebook and pencil in hand. Sure enough, in every one of the ten saloons she found men and boys-boys under age, whose names she

could easily take down in her book, for she knew their mothers and all about them. Before she got to the big brick saloon it was noised abroad through the town what she was doing, and a crowd followed her. In fact, there were so many in that new giltedged establishment with its finely furnished trappings that she decided, instead of waiting until Sunday evening before she gave her lecture, she would give it then and there. The bartender courteously opened the door for her, then got behind the counter with alacrity, and said: "Well, madam, what will you have?"

Now, perhaps, I should add that Mrs. Richards is a large, fine-looking woman. She is big enough and stout enough to hold her own with almost any man. She has lots of poise and assurance, and I can readily imagine she could keep a smiling face, and go forward and do her duty, no matter where she might be put. She replied something like this:

"My good sir, I am not yet just ready to tell you what I will have, but I will make it known in due time. I see you are on hand in readiness to attend to your business. Now, I want to tell you that I, too, am on hand ready to attend to my business."

Then she turned to the young boys who were there under age, in direct defiance of the law, and commenced to take down their names in her book. She knew most of them, and she knew their mothers. She knew the men also, and knew their wives; and she knew pretty well about the homes where they lived. She warned the boys of the consequences of the drink habit; she told them they were breaking the laws; she reminded them of their mothers and their sisters, and how pained they would be to find them in such a place. At the close of her talk to the boys she asked all who were ready to sign the pledge and start out on a new life for something better, to raise their hands. Nineteen hands went up. Her prayers for the boys were answered. The Holy Spirit guided her in her desire to reach their young hearts. Then she turned to the men. Among them were some members of the town council and the mayor. They were smoking and drinking, or they had been doing so. reminded them in kind but plain terms of what they were doing to protect the town and to see that the laws were enforced. She told the men one after the other how much the money was needed by their wives and children. She spoke to one man whom she knew was a carpenter. She reminded him of the poor condition in which his home was to shelter his wife and children from the inclemency of the weather; of the way in which building paper had been nailed over the cracks because the house was not finished, and yet he was there squandering his wages for the week in that gilt-edged den of iniquity. Finally, she wound up by reminding Continued on page 1352.

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