THEY SHALL BE WHITE AS SNOW.
"WE have some difficulty," said a scientific lecturer, who was explaining the process of paper-making, "with the iron dyes, but the most troublesome of all are the turkey-red rags. You see I have dipped this rag into my solution; its red is paler, but it is still strong. If I steep it long enough to efface the color entirely, the fiber will be destroyed; it will be useless for our manufacture. How, then, are we to dispose of our red rags? We make them into red blotting paper. Perhaps you have wondered why your writing pad is red. Now you know the reason." I could hardly sleep that night for joy at the acquisition of so striking, tho unintentional, an illustration of the riches of grace, and the power of "the precious blood of Christ." The Spirit of God led the prophet Isaiah to write—not tho your sins be as blue as the sky, or as green as the olive leaf, or as black as night, but, "Tho your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; tho they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool"—he chose the very color which modern science, with all its appliances, finds to be indestructible.—Selected.