And back comes the voice of Jesus, "Gabriel, I haven't made any other plans—I'm counting on them." (Text.)
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EVAPORATION
Said Moody: "We are leaky vessels and
need constant replenishing. If we cut a
leafy branch from a growing plant and put
it in a warm oven, the leaves and stem will
soon become smaller and lighter and more
brittle, because the water in the branch has
been evaporated by the heat. Often more
than four-fifths of the weight of a growing
plant is water. Hay is dried grass. The
farmer cuts his grass and lets it lie exposed
to the heat of the sun until most of the
water it contained has evaporated." (Text.)
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Ever-living, The—See Future Reunion.
Evidence—See Proof.
EVIDENCE, CHRISTIAN
Mr. A. J. Cassatt, the late president of the
Pennsylvania Railway, was once making a
quiet tour over one of the branches of the
system, and wandered into an out-of-the-way
switch-yard, where something one of the
yardmen was doing did not meet with his
approbation. He made some suggestion to
the man, who asked: "Who are you that's
trying to teach me my business." "I am an
officer of the road," replied Mr. Cassatt.
"Let's see your switch-key, then," said the
man suspiciously. Mr. Cassatt pulled from
his hip pocket his key-ring, to which was
attached the switch-key, which no railroad
man in service is ever without. It was sufficient
proof for the switchman, who then did
as he was told.
If we are going to have any real
leadership in dealing with the souls of
men they must see in our conversation,
in the tone of our character, in the spirit
of our life, that we possess the "switch-key,"
the evident presence of Christ.
(Text.)
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Evidence, Conclusive—See Testimony, A Sheep's.
EVIDENCE, LIVING
The advocates of moderate drinking of intoxicants are among the most persistent and audacious of advisers of their own various deleterious decoctions, but they constantly supply, involuntarily enough, the most appalling contradiction of their own commendations.
A gentleman riding on a car noticed on
the advertising spaces, placarded in immense
type, the words: "Pure Rye Whisky—Tones
up the Body, Brightens the Intellect, Invigorates
the Soul." This kind of "puffing" advertisement
is common enough and the gentleman
might have paid very little attention
to it but his eyes happened to drop to a seat
underneath the advertisement on which was
lounging a drunken man. The eyes of this
wretched being were bleared, his face
bloated, with the lines of dissipation deeply
engraven in it, and his body slouched down
in the collapsing style characteristic of the
habitual inebriate. That drunken man was
a lurid illustration of the absolute falsehood
of the advertisement. He as a ruined victim
constituted the true advertisement of the
effects of alcoholic indulgence.
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EVIDENCE, PROVIDENTIAL
In the year 1799, Lieutenant Michael Fitton,
of H. M. S. Ferret, was cruising off
Port Royal, when his crew caught a big
shark. Inside it was found a bundle of
ship's papers belonging to an American brig,
the Nancy. On his return to Port Royal,
Lieutenant Fitton found that the Nancy had
been brought in for carrying contraband of
war. Her skipper produced other papers to
the authorities, which apparently cleared the
ship—false papers which had been prepared
in the event of the vessel being stopt. Her
true papers, which proved that the Nancy
was deeply implicated in the contraband
traffic, had been thrown overboard just before
she was overhauled, and the shark had
swallowed them. The case was tried in the
court-house at Kingston, where, at the critical
moment, Lieutenant Fitton appeared on the
scene and produced his find, to the consternation
of the other side. The Nancy was
forthwith condemned as a lawful prize, and
her skipper was fined and sent to jail.
The head of the shark is in London, at the United Service Institution. It was for some time set up on show at Port Royal, Jamaica, with this label attached: "Lieutenant Fitton recommends these jaws for a collar for neutrals to swear through."
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EVIL, BEGINNINGS OF
A while ago the omnibus on its way from
Gray's Inn Road to Islington (England) had
to traverse a narrow and dangerous piece of
