I am reminded of an incident in the lumber country. One of the workmen, an exceedingly tall man, cut his foot with an axe, literally splitting his great toe. A sympathetic little one inquired anxiously, “Will it be long till you feel it? It is so far away from your head, you know,” she added apologetically. The pain in the Southern limb of the body politic has not reached all the members yet. If it had, the fair hands that erstwhile scraped lint would do as much as the women of Brittany did for the ransom of Bertrand Des Guesclin, spin one day’s spinning; the men, who gave themselves, would give a crumb of their cake to preserve the fought-for Union. On the Church of the living God this work must fall, by the people of God it must be done, if it is done at all. There are people who have given themselves, who are in the forefront of this battle. We do not all recognize that we, who hold the Head and are all members one of another, live under the rule of the Beloved, our New Testament David. “The part of those who go forth to battle and they who tarry by the stuff shall be alike”--alike in the cost, the danger and the glory of triumph. Then, when we restore that which we took not away, the blessing that multiplies falls upon us until we have not room enough to receive it. We must have our eyes touched with His eye-salve to see clearly the Christ in these helpless ones whose hands are stretched out to touch our hearts. Human nature, even renewed human nature, has some queer inconsistencies. The way in which we fulfill Scripture by turning everyone to his own way is wonderful. One of our own ways is how much readier we are to give charity than to pay debt. One of the best men I ever knew paid the new hands in his establishment less than they could hire their board for, and subscribed liberally to a home where boys could get plain board at half price. Now, God’s way is: “The worker is worthy of his meat.” This dear, good man believed he was doing something religious when he gave the part he kept back from wages in charity. This is an instance of a widely-spreading delusion. Give, and give liberally, for the conversion of the polished Japanese, the philosophical Brahmin, the filially-trained Chinese, the monotheistic Mohammedan, the heathen of distant Africa and the isles of the sea. You are right. The marching orders of the Grand Army are: “Go ye into all the world and preach the Gospel to every creature.” “All” and “every” cover every inch of ground. Go on and prosper and the Lord magnify thy work. But, stay, there is here a debt to be paid, restitution to be made. “Leave there thy gift before the altar, go thy way, first be reconciled to thy brother, then come and offer thy gift.”