THE Extreme greed for wealth comes nearer threatening the overthrow of this Government than any one thing. The disregard for law is the result of greed. The saloon is the child of greed. Money sharks have been very diligent in agitating all the party prejudice they can, for they know that if the voters lay down their love for party name, they will work and vote together intelligently to overthrow the great wrongs, and there will be a leveling up, and that class legislation will have to go, and the liquor traffic will have to go, and equal rights will prevail. The people are intelligent enough to know their wrongs, but they are so completely bound hand and foot by their party name, that they cannot help themselves. They know that the issues, which the leaders of the parties, have kept the voters divided upon for many years, was only “sham” issues, and not the real issues at all. The voters of this country are intelligent on every other question, but almost hopelessly insane on the question of party. There is no question now for which lecturers are needed so much. If you kill the foolish blind party prejudice, the same stroke will kill every public wrong which exists in our land. We think we have some pretty good reasons to hope that the great wrongs will be righted within a few years; but there are no good reasons why they should not be righted within a few months. [Illustration] Christ will Wipe. IF traveling through this vale of tears, We saw no better world than this; If looking on through endless years We caught no ray of Heavenly bliss. Where could we go, to comfort find, Or what could then our spirits cheer; Still groping on in darkness, blind With sin and sorrow, everywhere. But, oh! our destiny is not sealed In bitter anguish, death and gloom; For God, has in His word revealed A better world, beyond the tomb. This thought, will give us joy and peace, While plodding on, in toils and cares, Knowing well we’ll have a sweet release; And Christ will wipe away our tears. Then goodbye sorrow, goodbye pain, Goodbye to all our doubts and fears, For He, who died and rose again Will smile and wipe away our tears. Let storms arise, and billows roll, We’ll battle on, our three-score years— This thought’s an anchor to our soul, That Christ will wipe away our tears. So glad, our destiny is not sealed In bitter anguish, death and gloom— For God has, in His word revealed A better world, beyond the tomb. [Illustration] The Family Altar.