A Solemn Warning

At an open-air preaching a publican stood outside the crowd cursing the preacher and reviling the-Word of God. Some time before, in a fit of delirium tremens, he had sprung from his bed in the night and fled from the devils which he imagined were haunting him, ran through the town in his undress to a coal pit, and slid down the rope to the bottom, where the astonished colliers found him in the morning. As he stood listening to the preacher, these words fell upon his ear, May-be someone here, before twelve o’clock tomorrow will be dead and damned, if they don’t repent now. “The publican went away cursing and reviling as before. The next day his landlord called about quarter to twelve to give him notice to quit the house. He jumped up in a rage, and told the landlord to go to hell. He immediately fell down the cellar steps, broke his neck, and was taken up dead.