Makes tracks in haste from the happy land;
And where the officer-gentlemen
Catch him and order him home again!

Where the sutler acts like an arrant scamp,
And aids the contractor to rob the camp;
Both of them serving the South in its sin,
And all of them helping the devil to win.

So the game goes on from day to day,
But there's ONE behind all who watches the play;
Well he knows who at last must beat,
And well he will reckon up every cheat.

Wolfish dark player, do your best!
There's a reckoning for you as well as the rest;
Eastward or westward your glance may wend,
But the devil always trips up in the end.

* * * * *

JONATHAN EDWARDS AND THE OLD CLERGY.


Of late years the attention of many thinking men has been much turned to
the early clergy of America. One reads of St. Peter's Church that,
notwithstanding its immense size above ground, it has an equal amount of
masonry under ground. Of the iceberg even more can be said, since its
submerged proportions are of vastly greater extent than its visible
surface. One may well inquire how much of American greatness is hidden