There is temptation in business, in the home, at work, at play. Nay, where is it temptation does not lurk? It penetrates everywhere. It found its way into Paradise of old, and Adam yielded to its power. Who is free from it? Not one. Wherever man is, there temptation is. There is no escape from it. Men try to avoid infection, in case of an outbreak of disease, by removing from the infected district. So men of old tried to escape the assaults of temptation by leaving the busy world and fleeing into solitude. But it was all in vain. Temptation followed them to their retreats, and many were the fierce struggles an old saint like St. Anthony had to wage in the secret of his cell. Oh, the world is full of temptation. Every lot has its own fierce tests for character. Business life has its temptations; home life has its temptations. The life of hard grinding toil has its temptations; the life of ease and leisure has its temptations also. Never a day passes but in some way or other an appeal is made to our lower, baser nature, and we are urged to yield. The old Greek legends speak of the syrens—creatures half women, half fish—who lived upon the rocks and could sing the most ravishing songs. So entrancing was the music that who ever heard it was irresistibly drawn to the singers. But it was woe to them; for the rocks whereon the syrens lived were strewn with the bones of dead men who had listened to their song and yielded to its fascination. That syren’s song is still being sung, and every mariner on life’s main hears it. The world, the flesh, and the devil are the syrens of to-day. Who has not heard their song? Wherever we are, whatever we are doing, we hear its luring, tempting strains. God grant, brethren, we may not yield—for yielding still means destruction and death.