made for contest, and the powers have so willed that my battle-field should be this dingy, inglorious one of the bed and the physic-bottle." No wonder that he could say: "I frankly believe (thanks to my dire industry) I have done more with smaller gifts than almost any man of letters in the world." And yet this man declared that he labored only for art, and that the end of art was to give pleasure! If such a motive can command such devotion, what is not possible for us who serve the Savior, for us whose end is the salvation of men and the redemption of the world!—W. W. B. Emery, Christian World Pulpit.
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Body, The, as a House—See House of the Soul.
BODY, THE HUMAN
The human body is a marvelous machine
with a storage of power. It is estimated that
if all the beats of the heart in a single day
could be concentrated in one huge throb of
vital power, it would be sufficient to throw a
ton of iron 120 feet into the air. An electrical
engineer has affirmed that this expended
heart-energy is equal to a two-candle
power of an incandescent electrical lamp; or,
if converted into cold light, this amount of
power would represent forty candles. If a
man had some such organ as a firefly has he
could surround himself with light enough to
live by without artificial lighting.
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A scientific writer, speaking of the human body in its marvelous mechanism, calls it an epitome of all mechanics, of all hydraulics, of all machinery. It has all the bars, levers, pulleys, wheels, axles and buffers known to science. All the more than three hundred movements included in modern mechanics are simply modifications and variations of those found in the human body—adaptations of processes and first principles employed in the human organism.
In a true sense, man, in body, is a
law unto himself, and possesses the potential
means of fulfilling all the high
purposes of physical life.
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Boldness—See Faith.
Boldness in Asking—See Asking, Boldness
in.
Bondage—See Greed.
BONDAGE TO SIN
The strength of some of the spiders which
build their webs in trees and other places
in Central America is astounding. One of
them had in captivity, not long ago, a wild
canary.
The ends of the wings, the tail and feet of the bird were bound together by some sticky substance, to which were attached the threads of the spider, which was slowly but surely drawing up the bird by an ingenious arrangement. The bird hung head downward, and was so securely bound with little threads that it could not struggle and would soon have been a prey to its great ugly captor if it had not been rescued.
All around us are men being bound by the arch enemy of souls, that he may devour them. At first, he tempts them with little sins that charm and fascinate, and as they yield, he binds them with threads of filmy texture. Temptations multiply. The reward of sin is greater sin. As they become more submissive, he binds them so fast that finally they are unable to make further resistance. (Text.)
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BOOK, INFLUENCE OF A
I can still remember plainly the circumstances
under which I finished it. ("Uncle
Tom's Cabin.") I had got well into the
second volume. It was Thursday. Sunday
was looming up before me, and at the rate
at which I was going there would not be
time to finish it before Sunday, and I could
never preach till I had finished it. So I set
myself to it and determined to finish it at
once. I had got a considerable way into the
second volume, and I recommended my wife
to go to bed. I didn't want anybody down
there. I soon began to cry. Then I went
and shut all the doors, for I did not want
any one to see me. Then I sat down to it
and finished it that night, for I knew that
only in that way should I be able to preach
on Sunday.—Henry Ward Beecher.
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BOOK-STUDY
It was always with a sigh of relief that
Macaulay turned aside from public duties
to the companionship of books, and he said
that he could covet no higher joy than to be
shut up in the seclusion of a great library,
and never pass a moment without a book in
his hand. And this confession declares the
man. To acquire information was the real
passion of his life. He was not interested
in the study of human nature, and had no
