distance. They must go hundreds of miles from home, it may be half way across a continent, in order to please the Prince. Others must cross the ocean and make their home in far distant lands where they cannot at first understand the language, and where everything is entirely different from what they have known at home. These christian soldiers who go so far from home are known as missionaries. A missionary, as you know, is one who is sent. Another name is apostle. An apostle also is one who is sent. The one word is Latin and the other is Greek, but they both mean the same thing. In our country we do not call christian soldiers apostles, we call them missionaries.

Did you ever think of missionaries as soldiers? Did you ever think of how much courage it takes to be a missionary, to say goodbye to all one's friends, and all one's relatives, and to give up all the good things at home, and to travel thousands of miles across land and water, and to settle down among people whom one does not know, and get accustomed to their queer ways of living, and learn to like the things which they eat, and to master the language which they speak, and to be patient with their stupidity and ignorance, and to put up with all their disagreeable ways, and, it may be, to be opposed and threatened and imprisoned and beaten and possibly killed? Some people never think of these things at all. They suppose that only soldiers in uniform behind a fife and drum do brave things. When soldiers in uniform start out to war there is a great commotion in the town. Everybody is ex

cited, and everybody talks. There is music, and there are flags, and possibly speeches, and boys and girls stand round gazing with wide open eyes, and old folks look out of the window, and the biggest men in the town hurrah, and it all gets into the papers, and everybody thinks that those soldiers who are going out to kill men are the bravest men in all the world, but when soldiers of Christ start out for some far off battlefield where they are to be on the fighting line not for a few hours or days but probably for years, the town pays no attention to them at all. The reporters are not on hand. There are no bands playing. There are no processions, no applauding crowds, no adoring boys and girls, no eulogistic speeches from the Mayor and the congressman. Possibly not a dozen people in the town ever give a thought to the wonderful courage of these departing soldiers of the Prince.

They are going forth to conquer the world. There are four classes of world conquerors, and with three of these, most people are well acquainted. First of all, come the warriors, the men who have demolished cities and made the earth run blood. Next the explorers, the men who have roved over the seas and roamed over the lands for the sake of excitement and adventure, and sometimes with a desire to add to the stock of the world's knowledge concerning the planet on which we are living. After these, come the traders, the men who have gone to the ends of the earth in order to make money. There is no region where they are not found. The story of their exploits and successes stirs the heart. But the

greatest of the world's conquerors are the soldiers of the Prince. None can match them in heroism or in perseverance, in the magnitude of their achievements or in the permanence of the results which have followed their efforts. If you want something more fascinating than stories of war, then read about the battles of the soldiers of the Prince. If you want something more thrilling than fiction, read the lives of these soldiers. If you want tales of adventure which will make your hair stand up, then read how North America and Africa were explored by soldiers of the Prince. If you admire men who are not afraid of wild beasts or serpents or deadly insects you will adore these soldiers. If you love men who are not afraid of anything at all, and are ready to plunge into vast forests where no one has ever ventured before, you will love these soldiers. If you want to read about men every whit as brave as Hannibal or Horatius or Leonidas or Marshal Ney, then read the story of these soldiers' deeds. You will find in them every trait which you admire most, and every quality which you picture in your favorite hero.

These men have not gone out to kill, but to save, and it is harder to save men than to kill them. They have gone out to make war upon ignorance, and it is easier to rob men than to instruct them. They have made war upon disease, and it is easier to kill giants than it is to kill microbes. They have waged war against superstition, and nothing is so hard to kill as a superstition which is thousands of years old. Blowing up forts with explosives is child's play compared with blowing to pieces old superstitions by

ideas furnished by the Prince. They have marched out to pull down abominable institutions such as slavery. An institution is an idea which has become so big and strong that it rules not only the thoughts but the lives of men and nations. Of all bad institutions slavery is one of the worst. The soldiers of the Prince have been obliged to fight it in many lands, and many soldiers have lost their lives in the long war, but who would not be willing to lose his life if only millions of men and women might be set free? They have made war on foolish and demoralizing customs. A custom is a habit which has gotten in its grip not only one man or woman but a whole multitude of people. Some savages have the custom of eating one another, and some barbarians have the custom of burying sick people alive, and some civilized people have the custom of throwing babies into a river to be eaten by the crocodiles, and nearly all nations, whether civilized or barbarous or savage have had the custom of settling disputes by killing men. This is the stupidest and most ludicrous and most tragic custom of all. The custom of settling disputes by killing men is called war. Upon this wicked custom the soldiers of the Prince of Peace make uncompromising warfare. They have fought it all the way around the world, and they are going to keep on fighting until they win the victory. War is a sort of demon which must not be allowed to stay on this planet. There is no room for it here. We want the world for other uses. So long as war stays, people cannot be happy, and they cannot have those dispositions which God wishes them to have.