"Friends," said Rowland Hill, "the other day I was going down the street. Just ahead of me I saw a drove of pigs following a man—a most unusual sight. This excited my curiosity so much that I decided to follow them.
"I did so; and to my great surprise, I saw the man lead them into the slaughter house.
"Now how could this be brought about?
"I said to the man: 'Friend, how did you manage to induce these pigs to follow you here?'
" 'Oh!' said the man, Did you not see? I had a basket of beans under my arm. As I came along I occasionally dropped a few. The pigs followed the beans.'
"Yes," said the preacher, "so it is with the souls of men. The devil has his basket of beans under his arm, and he drops some of them as he goes along, 'the pleasures of sin for a season.' What multitudes he thus induces to follow him into an everlasting judgment!
"Yes, friends! All your broad and crowded thoroughfares are strewn with the beans of the devil.”
"Ponder the path of thy feet.”