WE were playmates and companions, Johnnie and I, and many of childhood's golden hours were spent in each other's company. One Saturday, while I was busy at play, a messenger came, saying, "Johnnie is dead." I never shall forget the effect these words had upon me. God caused me to think that moment as I had never done before about my soul, and where I was to spend eternity. Our teacher in the Sunday School spoke solemnly the following day of the nearness of eternity, and asked us if we were ready to die. This deepened my anxiety, and in a few weeks after I trusted Christ and was saved. Johnnie's grave lies green in the churchyard, and as I look upon it with tearful eyes, I think of the moment when the word "Where will you spend eternity?" first reached my soul. Reader, are you ready to die? Companions and playmates are passing away. Are you ready?