The waltz, the--the Highland fling, the--the--" "German ?" suggested some one faintly.
"Yes, the german--are all invasions of the Evil One.

The crowded rooms, the unholy excitement, are degenerating and debasing.

I am glad to report one young soul who has turned from temptation and told me only to-day of his intention of refraining from partaking in the unrighteous amusement of this evening.

That, brethren, was the nephew of my pastor." The little Presbyterian preacher, thus thrust into the light cast from the halo of his regenerate nephew, stirred uneasily.

He was contemplating the expediency of his youthful kinsman in making the lack of a dress-suit serve as a means of lightening his coming examinations at the academy.
Mr.Moseley, now fully launched upon a flood of eloquence, was just concluding a brilliant argument.