Elder Knapp On Swearing

Eider línapp is not avorso to having it undorstood that lio may bo regarded na a sort of couaulting piiy=u-.ian for sick Bouls when the original fainüy octor linda tbtit bis plüirmaoy ha lost iís effieaey. ín ono of his recent raída ou the urch encmy of fouls he selected, ag being especial ly tít subjocts fur animadversión, the profaao Bwearers : and this the way in wliich he líwcnt"for tham. "I wili givo you, my dear fricnds, a picture irom a sceue in he'l. The devii i HiUing iu his prívalo office, receiving íbe soula as thcy aro brought to hiin from the upper weiid. In cumea au infernal jailer, conducting a soul to everïtipting ñames. 'Who are you?' aska the devil, ai tho culprit w& brought to whoro he was sitting, 'Secretary Benjamin, of th Coufederato eabinet,' was the reply. 'Oh yes, I know you were coming,' sakl tbe devil, as lie turned the ïe;ive of his lcdger and made an entry ii tbo sucrelary's name 'I always ahöw eousideration to those ihat have showed it to me. I've oot to tako you In but I'll tiy and mhko you as comfortable as possible.' To lbo attendant : Show Mr. Benjamiu to a place as near as jou oan to a ourreut of air.' The next arrivul was a man 'who had killed his mothor-iniiiw. Iïü was huaig iu Cineinuati. - 'Take him away,' &aid the devil, 'but M-eat him kindly. ïi:e ohanocs aro two to ooe that he ifla't uiuch to blame. I pomember liLs cuso. ílis BOthér in-!aw aanie here thxee woeks go. Sho looked s thouzíi sha wanted kilüng. She's over u No. (j: Put hiin tbere, and set Vhe old wonian in front of the furuace. No. 63 is too cooi her.' Pretty soon nnother victim irrives. ' VVhat lias brought you here f' asks the devil. 'My ease is a hard odc,' was the rcply. ' I ni boro just because Iswore.' ' Because jnu Bwore?' asked. the devil, rising ongrtly fro his chair. ' Ycs, that's all the &in 1 ever did.' ' All the sin V rc-eohoed the devil- ' a!l the sin ? Why, you men, despicable, conlemptible, lowKved vagaLond,' suid the devil, is lie brought bis fist dowu on thotable, 'thore iíu't ;i comer heve tliat's hot euougli for you. Of all the sixty Ihousand preachers thal speud their Sundays iu blackguarJiug me, not one of tbem ever yt accused me of sweariug. Blasphenied jour Maker, did you ï Profaned the holy name of your Saviour, that forgave Listneniies upen tho cross, uid died to have saved you from lurc ? You did his, did you ?' The truablina culprit jnade no replj. ' Why,' continuud the devil, whofc voioe arosu as his wrath intensified - ' why, there'? no excuse foi you, A maa by an unlucky blow tuay kiü another one. In presstng temptation a man maysteal; be may lie to save his ueck or cheat his neighbor. Theru's sonie escuse for him. The profano swearer has no escuse ! Attendínt, tako Üiis accuised scoundrel out of my siglit. Put bim u to Lia ueck where the coaU are the hottest, ond then put somobody to sik on his accurscd head,' "