Such is Congregationalism. It is adapted to every human being God has made. It may indeed take on different forms. You have pure, limpid water. Pour it into different vessels, but it will be the same limpid water still. So, take Congregationalism in the tropics or wherever you please, and it will be Congregationalism still. Brother Pike would not pardon me if I did not allude to Africa. The ways of God are mysterious. We must walk by faith, and not by sight. We hear His voice saying, “This is the way; walk ye in it.” In this darkness we see His hand. The providence of God towards this nation, for generations, was exceedingly mysterious. But during the last forty years it has been becoming exceedingly clear. In the raising of this Society and the doing away with slavery, we can see almost visibly the hand of God displayed upon the midnight sky, pointing to that dark continent, saying we should send these freemen forth as apostles of light, to purify and make glad their ancestral homes. And I believe the providence of God is leading us to still greater achievements. This Association, born amid the throes of slavery, is almost the only organization that stands for that principle which underlies the oneness of humanity. It seems to have been raised up that through it the churches might bring their influence to bear upon the vital issue of the hour. What is it? The same as it has been from the beginning of this nation--the same as in India--caste is the barrier everywhere. The battle rages to-day from Maine to California between classes of men. It is for this Association to stand up and contend against the foes that arise against whatever is good and right. If this Association ever hesitates thus to stand, whether it be in South Carolina, Massachusetts, or the Black Hills, then will its prestige be lost. But, thank God, there is no such fate for this Society. When the wolves of Communism are barking about our doors; when the shrieks of degrading socialism come up into our ears, it is no time to hesitate. It is time to resist their filth and set up the banner of that pure Gospel, under whose folds can be no bondman--neither Chinaman nor black--but where all shall enjoy the equality of the sons of God. We can almost see the hand of God visibly pouring into this nation from all sides as into the extended hopper of a mighty mill, that here they may be amalgamated. Here He brought the red man of the forest; then the Anglo-Saxon race; then He reached out to Africa and plucked up the black diamond; then He sent the phlegmatic Teutons and the Scandinavians; and even now He is opening old Cathay and pouring upon us swarms of Asiatics. “He hath made of one blood all nations of men that dwell upon the face of the whole earth.” There is no proposition which so awakens the fiendish hate of mankind as this. States and