Reader, your hands are busy at work, your eyes are looking, your mind is thinking, you are planning for the future; tomorrow all may be still, the folded arm, the closed eye remain, but you are gone—gone to Eternity.
Others were once busy as you are, healthy as you are, thoughtless as you are, they are gone to Eternity.
The merry voice, the painted clown, the talented artist whose presence made the theater, and the pantomime an attraction for you, are gone; they are removed far from the region of action, to that of reality—the reality of Eternity. The shrewd merchant whose voice was so familiar to you in the crowded exchange, is silent, he buys and sells no more—he has entered Eternity.
And reader, your own turn to enter Eternity will shortly come. Ask yourself honestly.
"Am I prepared for Eternity?"
Give your conscience time to answer. Listen! It speaks to you today, do not drown its voice lest it should speak to you no more. Let the Heaven and Hell of the future stand before you in all their realities; one of these must be your Eternal dwelling place, and today is the time to make your choice. Tomorrow may be too late—one day behind time.
For which are you living? To which are you traveling?