By:
Edited By Heymen Wreford
THE year has almost gone. One word I should like to leave my readers. It is:
“PREPARE TO MEET THY GOD.”
A young lieutenant exclaimed at mess one night to his fellow officers, “What a horrid shame to frighten a fellow out of his life!”
“What’s the matter now, P—?” was the query at once raised.
“What’s up now? “All wanted to know what had frightened him out of his life.
What was it? This. He had seen upon a huge board fastened to a house the words painted,
“PREPARE TO MEET THY GOD.”
This had frightened him. May it frighten you, my reader, until you can say,
“My God is my salvation,
My refuge in distress.”