“The men of this world have their portion in this life,” and what does it amount to? Hear what a worldly, pleasure-loving, money-making doctor, awakened at the close of his ill-spent life to his folly had to say: “Find that word—find that word.” “What word?” they said. “That awful word—remorse!” he answered. And again he said, “Remorse!” At length, gathering up all the strength he had left, he shrieked out, “Remorse!” Then he added, “Write it, write it.” It was written. “Write it in large letters, underline it, and let me gaze at it,” said he; and he went on, “None of you know its meaning as I do, and may you never know it. Oh! it is awful in its meaning to me, and I feel it now! Remorse! remorse!! remorse!!!”