stronger, a little more courageous, a lit-
tle more faithful, a little nearer God,
this week than vou were last. [1 vou
find vou are beginning to peter, you
would better either prav to heaven for a
change of heart, or else get your friend
to shoot vou before vou spoil vour rec-
ord. The world has no use for peter-
ers, it wants Deters.
It is God's way to begin small. le
We
might have supposed that in revealing
once started to save the world.
the terror of his majesty and the beauty
of his love he would rend the heavens,
and so astonish the world that they would
only be beginning to forget about it now
But he
[Te started with a babe in n
stable.
after nimeteen hundred years.
did not.
COW [Te could scarcely have
made a smaller beginning. Look back.
look into that dark cave. A flickering
torch casts huge shadows of long-horned
There
is no sound but the low crunching of the
There
in the midst of them is the voung mother.
oxen on the rough-hewn walls.
cattle as they munch their hav.
forgetting for the moment her discour-
agement and discomfort and sickness.
For there in her arms lics the Babe, her
baby boy, and about his face still plavs
the light of heaven, from which he came,
and the unclouded purity of its skies
till lingers in his eves.
sO little Babe of the stable, who would
that Who
would imagine that from that throne of
dream thou art a King?
thy sweet mother’s arms thy power would
reach down along the ages, overturning
kingdoms, establishing empires, chang-
ing the world, and that even to-day so
many proud nations should own thee as
their supreme Lord and King — that
thou, O gracious Babe, shouldst he en-
throned in so many faithiul hearts, who
would gladly lay down their life and all
they hold most dear for thy name's sake.
Truly well did he speak, that prophet of
old, when he said: * Unto us a child 1s
born, unto us a son 1s given ; and the gov-
ernment shall be upon his shoulder; and
called Wonderful.
his name shall be
Counsellor, Alighty God, Everlasting
Father, Prince of Peace. Of the in-
crease of his government and of peace
there shall be no end.”
In all that he does, God begins very
small. But the last 1s always the Dest.
Nothing in which God has a hand peters
out. T.et us, as God's {rue sons, build
THE WATCHMAN
LITTLE THINGS
Greg a“ sunay smile” as you pass along,
(Or sing a verse of some sad, sweet song;
Doing these “little things,” day by day,
May help to keep some one from going astray.
This world 15 so full of “sin and woe,”
You'll find it almost everywhere you go;
But do the “little things” as vou pass along,
Your hfe will be brighter, and there'll he less
wrong.
according to his plans, that of the struct-
ure that our hands rear it may also be
said, the last is best-—Jolin Hoplins Den-
ison, 1). D.
DISEASE FROM OVEREATING
Tie popular impression scems to be
that the more onc eats, the more strength
This is an utter
mistake, and a most dangerous one. As
he gets from the food.
crusty old Abernathy said, ** One fourth
of what we eat keeps us. The other
three fourths we keep at the risk of our
Ives.”
It should be understood that the di-
westive capacity depends upon the amount
of work done -— that the digestive fluids
are poured out in proportion, not to the
amount of food taken, but to the body's
requirements.
Now, if more food is taken than can
be digested, the whole mass breaks down
and ferments. Then it passes at the
rate, perhaps, of once foot per hour
through the length of the alimentary
tube. The function of the intestine is
to absorb, and it absorbs in this case not
food, which it needs, hut the poisonous
products of putrefaction. These pois-
ons are carried throughout the length
and breadth of the body, and cause symp-
toms ranging all the way from weakness.
headache, and dizziness to deadly * heart
Health Culture.
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failure.
CAUSE OF THE APPETITE FOR
ALCOHOL
Aratost all those who are fighting the
liquor traffic entirely ignore the most im-
portant feature of the whole question —
the main cause that leads people to con-
sume immoderately alcoholic beverages.
This is a wrong diet, more especially an
undue proportion of the nitrogenous elc-
ment in food, as it is found in flesh food.
Any one who consumes large quantities
J
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of ilesh foods, and thus upsets the bal-
ance between the nitrogenous elements
and the carbonaceous elements in his sys-
tem, must necessarily be driven to a great
craving for some form of concentrated
carbon to offset the superfluous amount
of nitrogen which he has taken. [le may
find this concentrated carbon, as most of
the women and a few of the men do, in
candy, or he may find it as most of the
men and a few of the women do, m al-
cohol. It is not, however, merely an
excess of nitrogenous food that may lead
to a craving for liquor. Any dietetic
errors that cause fermentation of food in
the stomach, and consequently a more or
less inflamed condition of the lining of
the stomach, will cause a morbid craving
for a stimulant of some kind, to use
which is just about as sensible as it
would be to throw oil upon a fire for the
Fresh fer-
mented bread acts the same way.
purpose of putting it out.
I.et the Prohibitionists begin at the
beginning. Let them first teach the peo-
ple how to eat, and then they will find it
much casier to teach them how not to
drink to excess. Temperance in the use
of alcoholic beverages and simple non-
stimulating diet must go hand in hand.
A nation that consumes large quantities
of flesh food will always be a nation mn
which drunkenness is rampant. It is
simply a question of cause and effect.—
Los Angeles Times.
LEAVE TO-MORROW WITH GOD
Wound it not be better to leave to-
morrow with God? That is what is
troubling men — to-morrow's  tempta-
tions, to-morrow's difficulties, to-mor-
row's burdens, to-morrow's duties.
Martin Luther, in his autobiography.
SaAVS I—
“I have one preacher that © love het-
ter than any other on earth; it is my lit-
tle tame robin, who preaches to me daily.
| put his crumbs upon my window-sill,
especially at night. Ile hops onto the
window-sill when he wants his supply,
and takes as much as he desires to sat-
isfy his need. From thence he always
hops to a little tree close by, and lifts up
his voice to God and sings his carols of
praise and gratitude, tucks his little head
under his wing, and goes fast to sleep,
and leaves to-morrow to look after it-
celf. He is the best preacher that I have
on earth.” —H. W. Webb-Peploc.