THE busy iron-working district of B— was rudely awakened, and shocked to hear of an alarming explosion which took place at the B— Iron-works in 1904.
Five men lost their lives, one or two of them being terribly mutilated and killed instantly.
As soon as it became known the whole place was astir. All was done that could be done to alleviate the suffering of those injured; and to comfort those who had so suddenly been bereaved. Before very long thousands of visitors from many parts around flocked to the place, many, alas, only out of idle curiosity, to view the havoc the explosion had wrought.
Why I pen these lines is to warn you, reader, of the danger of neglecting the "Eternal Salvation" of your precious soul.
Time is earnest, passing by;
Death is earnest, drawing nigh:
Sinner, wilt thou trifling be,
Time and Death appeal to thee?
With your sins, death, eternity staring you in the face, let me ask you, Are you ready?
Oh! reader, let me tell you of God's wondrous love; hearken to these words from God's own book: "For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly;" and again, "God commendeth His love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us." (Rom. 5:6-8.)
What matchless love, which led Him to die in our stead, that we might be forever blest.
Can't you trust Him, reader? "Blessed are all they that put their trust in Him.” (Psa. 2:12.)
F. T.