You never regretted a good thing that you ever did. You can expect nothing but remorse for the wrong things you do. Better begin now to accumulate a wealth of good acts, unimpeachable character, and noble works. Get the kinks out of your back and the cobwebs out of your mind. Straighten up, young man. Do something. Do not go moping around all your life criticizing other people. If you see something not in accord with true Christianity, or a chance to assist a brother, do not wait for some one else to act, you are the one to correct the error and lend the helping hand.

Christ is not looking for drones in his latter-day work. He wants real men, valiant men, men who will take the offensive against all odds. You are just the one he wants. He has given you the talents, the intelligence, the wisdom and vigor to be a faithful and productive worker in his vineyard. Get busy, young man. Get busy. BISMARCK, North Dakota.

INSPIRED DREAMS AND VISIONS OF MODERN TIMES. (Second Series.)

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A VISION OF THE JUDGMENT. W. N. DAWSON.

T WAS about nine o'clock, Sunday morning, April 19, 1908; I was thinking of the great plan of salvation, of death, the resurrection, and the great judgment-day, when suddenly the scenery was changed. I saw myself walking on a vast plain toward the southeast. It did not appear to be as light as noonday, but more like a cloudy day, yet there were no clouds to be seen, neither sun, moon, nor stars. I could see in the vast distance toward the north and northeast a low mountain range, with here and there a tall mountain peak. In the west and southwest I could see at a great distance where the land merged into the sea. Before me, some forty or fifty miles away, there was an elevation in the land, beyond which the land was undulating. The land where I was walking was not white like alkali, but was of a dark gray color, with no signs of life, neither beasts, birds, insects, nor man. There were no trees, shrubs, nor vegetation of any kind, neither had there ever been. The land was not dusty, but exceedingly dry. There was no road or trail, but I was going in a direct course southeast. I seemed to know that the judgmentday had come, and that I was to be judged.

I was walking along studying about what the result would be with me, when suddenly I felt some one take hold of my right hand. On looking up I saw it was the angel of the Lord, the one whom I had seen many times before. We walked along together in silence, neither one speaking to the other; when presently I looked up and saw, not a hundred yards ahead, the elevation in the land, at the edge of which was a great white throne, with steps leading up at the front. The wall at each end of the steps, the floor, which was some forty or fifty feet square, and the great chair of state, were all composed of the same white material, unlike anything I had ever seen before, not like marble, crystal, nor glass, but more like diamonds.

As we walked up the steps I noticed that the steps were six inches high, eighteen or twenty inches wide, and twenty feet long, twelve of them in number. When we approached the throne, I saw two persons; one sat on the throne and the other stood at his right hand. They looked so very much alike that I could not tell one from the other until I saw the hands of the one standing. There were the wounds made by the nails. I instantly recognized him as the Lord Jesus. My eyes unbidden by me looked at his feet. He had on sandals. I saw the cords that passed round his feet and between his toes. There were the wounds made by the nails on Calvary. Then I wondered if the spear-wound would show in his side. At this moment he turned his body slightly toward the Judge, his beautiful white robe parted, showing the wound made by the spear; not like the pictures we have seen.

The wound was on the left side below the lower rib and pointed upward, and judging from the size of the wound the spear must have reached the heart. Then I found that I could speak and I said, "Lord Jesus, I heeded and recognized your voice, as you spoke through your servants; I accepted the plan of salvation that you offered. I followed not the strangers when they called to me. loved your law, and I tried to keep your commandments. I know that I did many things wrong, but I did that which I thought was for the best under the circumstances at the time. My hope, my trust, and my faith are all centered on you."

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Then I noticed an angel sitting with his back towards me, and a little to my right in front of him was the largest book I had ever seen. It was about two feet thick and nearly six feet square. It seemed to open of its own accord. It was ruled in bright lines, more than an inch apart. I saw my name written about the middle from top to bottom on the left hand side in the most beautiful handwriting I had ever seen. The letters were more than an inch in length and I wondered why my name only was there, when I was informed that there was a name between each of the lines, but they who looked on this book, saw only their name and their sins written opposite. Then I noticed my sins written between the lines in the smallest letters I had ever seen, too small for me to read. Some places they were very dim and some very bright, indicating the degree of the offense. Some places were so thick, they seemed to be almost written on an incline, crowded together. Along toward the farther edge of the book it was thinner and dimmer.

As I looked back and forth over this record of sins I was surprised. I never thought that I had committed a hundredth part of that many sins. I felt sick at heart, and thought that my heart would sink away within me. My knees knocked together. I felt that I should sink to the floor. Then I felt the strong left hand of the angel, as he put it up under my right arm at the shoulder, to hold me up. Then I looked again to my Savior. He turned to the Judge and said, "This is my child. He has tried to keep my commandments, with my blood have I purchased him."

Then the Judge, looking directly at me, said, "Inasmuch as you

have tried, wherein you failed, the blood of mine Only Begotten is sufficient. Your sins are forgiven you."

The angel who had the big book took up what appeared to be a marking-brush, or a small paint-brush. He did not dip it in anything. He set it down on the first word of my sins. It filled the space between the lines, then he drew it across the two pages of the book some ten or eleven feet. It left a trail or streak red like as of fresh blood. When he got to the farther edge of the book he raised the brush off the book, and all the red blood and the writing of sins vanished, leaving the book clean, as though no blood or writing of sins had ever been there. Then that passage of scripture came to my mind, where it reads, "They washed their robes in the blood of the Lamb, and made them white as snow."

I noticed now, for the first time, that I no longer had on clothes as we now wear; instead I had a most beautiful white robe. It was made rather low in the neck, with a broad, loose band at the waist, of the same material. It was unlike the dead, dull, stiff, starched white linen; but instead it was soft and pliable to the touch, as the finest silk, with a luster far more beautiful than satin, not a dazzling white, but a white most beautiful to behold. I tried to express my thanks to my Savior, but could do so only in looks.

The look he gave me I shall never forget, when he said, "You have done well; enter into the joys of your Lord." Then the angel who held my hand led me around to the right of Jesus, and back of the throne. I was so busy admiring my beautiful robe and thinking of the wonderful things which I had seen and heard, that I did not notice where the white of the throne left off and the green of the grass began, but there were no steps going down at the back of the throne. How far we had gone before I looked up I do not know, but the most beautiful sight I had ever seen met my view when I looked up,-small streams of clear running water and the green grass, the most luxuriant I had ever seen, with tall trees with overhanging boughs, with bright green foliage an hundred times more beautiful than any spring of the year I had ever seen in any place.

I heard a voice, a little to my right, and in the speaker's care I was then placed by the angel, when he informed me that he must return and perform a like service for others, as he had for me. Then I heard other voices. I then saw a person sitting with her back towards me, and another standing by her side. As they turned towards me I recognized Sr. and her daughter, Sr. Then I noticed that there was a vast multitude of people arranged in a half circle, some sitting and some standing. Among those standing I recognized Elders E. H. Webbe, Henry Green (my wife's father), and Harvey Green (my wife's grandfather). I saw that they were listening to some one talking, and I wondered who it could be. When he stepped into view I recognized him as Bro. D. S. Mills. Then the vision passed as suddenly as it began. SACRAMENTO, California.

AN ARROW FROM THE BEYOND.

BY JOSEPH LUFF.

(From a sermon.)

E ARE TOLD that when an immense chasm was to be bridged on a certain occasion, an arrow was shot across it unto which was appended a thread, and at the end of which thread was appended a cord, at the end of which cord was appended a rope, at the end of which rope was appended a cable of stronger texture, and thus in the line of development and increase they moved until we are permitted to go to-day from one side to the other and learn and enjoy. If it be confessed that beyond that line that is drawn by death, we can not by the human eye see, we can not comprehend, it is but reasonable to suppose that in this state if it is necessary for us to know in regard to it, there shall be shot from the other side the arrow that shall contain the thread, utilizing which we may gain the stronger evidence, until the line of communication shall be established as shall be determined in the wisdom of the other side, from whence it is claimed the power of our being originated.

I think I appreciate the statement of Job made away back yonder when the inspiration of God rested upon him and he said, "Oh, that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book! that they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever! for I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: and though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God," and I am ready for the next revealment of this same Spirit as it floated down through the ages and rested upon the Psalmist when he made the declaration that "God shall redeem my soul from the power of the grave, for he will receive me." I trace on along the line and discover the movements of the Spirit until it comes later on upon the head and heart of Isaiah and is noted in the twenty-sixth chapter of his book. I am ready to receive that music to my waiting spirit and it is in rapport as he states, "Thy dead men shall live, together with my dead body shall they arise. Awake, and sing, ye that dwell in dust for thy dew is as the dew of herbs, and the earth shall cast out the dead." Is there no comfort for me and for other mourning ones from such a statement as this, associated with the claim that, "as we have borne the image of the earthly, we shall also bear the image of the heavenly," for in our God's hands rests "the issues that are from death"?

I see that inspiration moving along further until it rests upon. Ezekiel. There are a number of people there who are mourning because of their conditions of bereavement, separated from their friends, dying out and seemingly forgotten of God. His promise seems to have died from his own remembrance, and mourning and sad they deplore this condition in which they find themselves, when God by that Spirit comes upon Ezekiel and takes him hastily away

off and puts him in a valley that is filled with dry bones and tells him what this was, what it meant, and after he has accomplished his work he says, "Go now and explain to this people, that though they shall say we are actually cut off from our parts, and our bones are dried and are dead, say to them that the power of the Highest is not limited to the brief period this side of the tomb, but presses its force and dominion beyond it, bursts the fetters that hold the clay, and will bring them forth out of their graves and then unto the land upon the mountains of Israel, and the earth shall know that I am the Lord, the God who hath accomplished this work, that my promise holds good through a thousand generations."

Daniel got hold of the same inspiration and said, "Many of them that sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt."

Following on till the dispensation according to the New Testament record was ushered in, the great theme startled some of those who had not prepared themselves for it, when Jesus as a representative, voicing in practice and in theory the philosophy of the heavens, said, "I am the resurrection and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live." "And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die." Turn to his statement as recorded in the fifth chapter of John. After he had startled some by the peculiar announcement that some should hear his voice, he says: "Marvel not at this: for the hour is coming, in the which all that are in the graves shall hear his voice, and shall come forth; they that have done good, unto the resurrection of life; and they that have done evil, unto the resurrection of damnation." So this feature of philosophy is expressed all the way through. The gospel of Jesus Christ contains the substance of our hope, and it presents this thought to our minds in such a way as to leave it impossible for man's confidence to be destroyed by the arguments that are arrayed against it in this world.

THE WONDERFUL SOMETHING.

There's a Something that maketh a palace
Out of four little walls and a prayer;

A Something that seeth a garden

In one little flower that is fair;

That tuneth two hearts to one purpose

And maketh one heart of two;

That smiles when the sky is a gray one,
And smiles when the sky is blue.

Without it no garden hath fragrance

Though it holdeth the wide world's blooms;

Without it a palace's a prison

With cells for banqueting rooms—
This Something that halloweth sorrow

And stealeth the sting from care;
This Something that maketh a palace
Out of four little walls and a prayer.
-Maurice Smiley.