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The poor legislators at Albany also were hard hit by the corner. Some of them had to leave Albany at the end of the session without paying their boardbill. As for me, I spit on my hands and took a new holt.



\HE Harlem loss made a big hole in my

heart. And some might suppose that

I was so in the dumps by it that I became sour and backslided from religion. But they would be mistaken. I know there are people who serve God only so long as they are prosperous. When an unlucky stroke falls, they curse religion. But I don't. It doesn't do any good. Spit against Heaven, and it will fall back into your own face. Besides, the Lord doesn't guarantee to make a man prosperous in each and every undertaking. It isn't all butter that comes from the cow; only a part is worked up into butter; and in some churnings the butter won't come at all, no matter how hard you work the splasher.

Besides, I have found that religion is often most needed just in the times when you are in the dumps.

“From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat;
'Tis found beneath the mercy seat."

More than that, I had by this time invested a

whole lot of money in my church, and couldn't afford to lose it. The trustees of the old Mulberry Street Meeting House, when they saw the people moving up town, wanted to move the church up also, and be in the heart of the residential district. I helped this plan along. It wasn't fit, now that I had become one of the money kings, that I should worship in a dingy building down on Mulberry Street. I told the trustees I would help them build a new meeting house. They jumped at the offer. That big marble structure on Fourth Avenue, at the corner of Twenty-second Street, is the result.

We had big doings when the new church was finally dedicated. It happened, I remember, on a Sunday morning in early May. Dr. Durbin preached the sermon. His text was:

“Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sins of the world.” Dr. Durbin was a master hand at theological exposition. He knew as much about the fine points of doctrine as 'most any man I ever met. learned in the Scriptures. He was an advocate of free

grace, and could argue for hours, for he was a man of strong convictions. He felt the importance of right theological thinking. In fact, he never seemed so happy as when he was upholding the true Faith and attacking dangerous forms of doctrine. He was a positive man; so much so that in matters of theology he and I didn't always agree.

But I had to admire his courage. The Prophets of the


He was


Old Testament times, I suppose, were not always loved by everybody. Prophets often have to speak plain truth and hurt people's feelings. So, when Dr. Durbin's ideas didn't just jibe with mine - say, in the matter of Justification and Holiness, concerning which we had some little difference of belief, for I have always held that the witness of our conversion carries with it justifying grace and will of itself, in time, sanctify every unhallowed affection I didn't hold it against him; he meant all right, anyhow.

On the present occasion, however, his views agreed with mine to a T. There haven't been

many discourses from the sacred desk that have done me more good than this one. For he outlined the plan of salvation. He showed how wonderfully we, the converted, had been delivered from our lost and fallen estate. In picturing the sin-sick soul, he didn't use any lady-words. It was a soul, he said, that had no light, either above or round about; and in that state, said he, all of us who were there in that congregation had at some time or other been. God's wrath had burned against us while we were in that state of rebellion, so that Justice, in its righteous anger,

had come near to sink us into Hell. But Free mercy performed the great transaction, and had plunged us into the crystal stream. The blood of sprinkling, which speaketh better things than the blood of Abel, had availed to cancel all our iniquities. Justification by faith alone — how the speaker brought out the wondrous comfort in those words! - sealed the vow. Pardoning mercy

ratified the convenant; and now, said he, our ransom has been paid.

“Salvation, oh, the joyful sound!
What pleasure to our ears!
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A charm for all our fears.

Our High Priest, in his all-engaging charms, has expiated our sins. We are under the blood.

When he got to his main point, of how we are freely justified by grace through faith, the great congregation became roused. "Hallelujahs” began to be heard here and there. I could well see why they were so moved; because the preacher was not only showing great intellectual power in this discourse of his; he was full of emotion as well, and there was a light beaming from his eyes. Once or twice he got the unction; and then the words wouldn't come fast enough. Our own righteousness, he went on to say, is but as filthy rags. Faith in the allcleansing fountain, that is to be our crown of glory and alone our sign and seal of salvation. And so, we, clothed in imputed righteousness as in a wedding garment, are summoned to the marriage supper of the Lamb. And, being thus clothed, we dread now no condemnation. Our surety is on high. The


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