SIN SPOILS PLEASURE

Pacific Press Publishing Company · MOUNTAIN VIEW, CALIFORNIA · Jan 9, 1907

SIN SPOILS PLEASURE.

LORD BYRON, who drank of every cup that earth could give him,—Lord Byron, with a wealth of intellectual and physical nature equal to almost anything,—just before he died, sitting among gay company, was meditative and moody; they said to him:

'Byron, what are you thinking about so seriously?'

'O,' he said, 'I was thinking of the number of happy days I have had in this world.'

'How many?' was asked.

'I can count but eleven, and I was just wondering if I could ever make up the dozen in this world of pangs and tears and sorrows.'

About this time he wrote:

'Thru many a clime 'tis mine to roam, With many a retrospection cursed; And all my solace is to know Whate'er befalls, I've known the worst.

'What is that worst? Nay, do not ask; In pity from the search forbear; Smile on, nor venture to unmask My heart, and view the hell that's there.'

Poor Byron! How different his words would have been had he known Jesus as his Saviour! He said, 'Peace I leave with you. My peace I give unto you. Not as the world giveth give I unto you.'—Religious Telescope.