He that is unjust, let him be unjust still: and he which is filthy, let him be filthy still: and he that is righteous, let him be righteous still: and he that is holy, let him be holy still. _Rev. 22:11._ [Illustration: COPYRIGHT, 1895, BY FRED’K L. CHAPMAN & CO. PAY DAY.] [Illustration] O GRAVE! WHERE IS THY VICTORY? Death has no terror for the child of God. Neither the damp sod nor the granite tomb can hold the free spirits of the children of faith. We commit them to the earth and shed the parting tear and are too prone to fancy that the cold ground holds the object of our love; but it is only the cast-off covering of the soul that we bury. The real self, the indestructible and everliving spirit, has been caught up into heaven and long before the hearse and the cortege of weeping friends have left the tomb, the glad song of the departed one has swelled that of the angelic host in the refrain, “Death is swallowed up in victory.” And there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things have passed away. _Rev. 21:4._ [Illustration: COPYRIGHT, 1895, BY FRED’K L. CHAPMAN & CO. O GRAVE! WHERE IS THY VICTORY?] [Illustration] HOLDFAST. Parsimony often walks under the name of prudence, and stinginess may try to palm itself off as thrift. The man who puts aside the widowed and orphaned, by the plea that he is laying in store for a rainy day, takes extreme hazards with Fate. Her hand even now draws aside the curtains which reveal his destiny. The rainy day comes sooner than he thinks and his mortal remains are carried to the grave unattended by the sad procession of any whose distress he might have lifted. Holdfast is forever held in the tomb of his loneliness and misery. He sadly misread life’s great lesson, that it is far better to give than to receive. He never knew that he was his brother’s keeper. He lived for self and died as he lived. Although nominally religious such men as Holdfast never learn that Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction. _James 1:27._ [Illustration: COPYRIGHT, 1895, BY FRED’K L. CHAPMAN & CO. HOLDFAST.――“No! I am laying by a little for a rainy day, but nothing for Charity.”] [Illustration] RESCUED.