THERE were three tramps loitering by the way; “Come,” said we, “and hear of Christ now from yonder preacher.”
“Religion won’t do for us, master,” said one; “we chaps live by lying.”
“Man,” said we, “you will have to stand before God’s judgment seat and tell the truth there. What say you to that?”
“I know it―I know it will be so,” he replied, “but I’ll chance it― I’ll chance it.”
Oh, wayfarer to eternity, are not you like this tramp? is not your heart saying, “I’ll chance it”?