his standing ground. He was not double tongued. It was as impossible for Sylvanus Lattimore Hearn to daily with both sides of a moral issue as it would be for light and darkness to hold fellowship one with the other. Truth was his polar star. No one could think him insincere, lithe Holy One did not require an impossibility when He demanded truth in the inward pafls, ten this man was a shining example.

Should any one have suggested to him, let us suppress the truth that possible good may follow, his spirit would have echoed the abhorrence of Paul when he said: "God forbid." Honesty was written all over his manly face, and incarnated in his great soul. I do not say my friend could not have been on the wrong side, but I do assert that he could not have remained on the wrong side after discovering his mistake.

In all his strength of character there resided a tender heart and, a sympathetic nature. Tears are not signs of weakness. They are result’s, many times, of clear vision beholding the wreckage wrought by the ravages of sin. Don’t speak lightly of the prophet Jeremiah; you have never foreseen or been capable of understand- ing the desolation of self-destructive sin as he did. Christ was a man of tears Many times I have seen the tear drop start from these eyes, now closed in death, when he spoke of personal wrongs committed by people who did not understand.

His hand was outstretched toward the defenseless orphan; and his wise counsel was eagerly soug6t by widows who needed advice. His sympathy was moved by the condition of the unfortunate. He was a friend in time of need. And his charities were without ostentation always.

It was a cold day, the earth covered with snow. He had answered necessary correspondence and arranged matters demanding attention. The red-hot stove in his office was radiating generous heat. He thought of the comforts of life. Then looking trough the window upon the outside chilliness and listening to the moaning of the north winds, he thought of the hardships and sufferings of the poor. The iron safe is unlocked and into the glowing stove a mortgage is dropped. Months pass by. A trembling woman, who is a widow, and her little son enter his office. Her husband had died several years ago, leaving a mortgage on their farm. The little boy and his frail mother had struggled and

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