She said she never had any trouble with the child afterward. Mothers, if you don't make your boy obey when he is young, he will break your heart. How To Find the Thirsty When preaching in Chicago, Dr. Monro Gibson once asked in the inquiry meeting, "Now, how can we find out who is thirsty? I was just thinking how we could find out. If a boy should come down the aisle, bringing a good pail full of clear water and a dipper, we would soon find out who was thirsty. The thirsty men and women would reach out for water; but if he should walk down the aisle with an empty bucket, we wouldn't find out. People would look in and see that there was no water, and say nothing. So," said he, "I think that is the reason we are not more blessed in our ministry; we are carrying around empty buckets, and the people see that we have not anything in them, and they don't come forward." Making Parables Stewart Robertson met Marshall, the great politician, and Marshall said: "Why don't you preach in parables like your Master?" Robertson said: "I would if I knew enough. I wish you would make me a few." He never could get to see him from that day until one day he met him on a corner, and he said: "Marshall, where are those parables?" "I knew you would be after me, but I give it up. I tried, but I couldn't make them. I didn't know it was so hard." People say, "Oh, any one can make up a sermon." But if you think so, just try it! A Father's Mistake The story is told that a man once said he would not talk to his son about religion; the boy should make his own choice when he grew up, unprejudiced by him. The boy broke his arm, and when the doctor was setting it, he cursed and swore the whole time. The father was quite grieved and shocked. "Ah," said the doctor, "you were afraid to prejudice the boy in the right way, but the devil had no such prejudice. He has led your son the other way." The idea that a father is to let his children run wild! Nature alone never brings forth anything but weeds. A Rum-Seller's Son Blows His Brains Out Look at that rum-seller. When we talk to him he laughs at us. He tells you there is no hell, no future--there is no retribution. I've got one man in my mind now who ruined nearly all the sons in his neighborhood. Mothers and fathers went to him and begged him not to sell their children liquor. He told them it was his business to sell liquor, and he was going to sell liquor to every one who came. The saloon was a blot upon the place as dark as hell.