And there wickedness is kept out of sight as it never is here.

In New York you must go to it, but in these small places it hunts one out and tempts one." "Oh, Peter! Here, where there's room in church of a Sabbath for all the folks, while they say that in New York there isn't enough seats in churches for mor'n a quarter of the people.

A missionary was saying only last week that we ought to help raise money to build churches in New York.

Just think of there being mor'n ten saloons for every church! And that my son should speak for them and spend nights in them!" "I'm sorry it troubles you so.

If I felt I had any right to stop, I'd do it." "You haven't drunk in them yet, Peter ?" "No." "And you'll promise to write me if you do." "I'll promise you I won't drink in them, mother." "Thank you, Peter." Still his mother was terrified at the mere thought, and at her request, her clergyman spoke also to Peter.