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Edited by Heyman Wreford
A SAILOR in one of the New York prayer-meetings told the following story: — “In Panama, one of my brother sailors was taken very sick. I had previously on many occasions advised him to take Jesus as his guide, counselor and friend. But his answer had ever been, ‘Time enough yet.’ ‘You need a Saviour now,’ I said to him as he lay writhing upon his mattress. ‘Oh,’ said he, ‘I’ve put off seeking Jesus too long.’ I earnestly begged him to look at the cross of Christ, and there learn what Jesus had done and suffered, that a poor sinner like him might not perish but have everlasting life. But he replied with choking sobs, ‘Too late! too late!’ ‘Oh,’ he cried, no rest for me! I am going to some place, I know not where. Oh, I know not where! ‘His head fell back upon his pillow. I cried, Ned, are you dying? ‘But all I heard was — through the gurgling in his throat — ‘No rest!’ and my dying shipmate was gone.”