“WILL you come for a walk tomorrow?” Such were the words addressed by a friend to a young lady who lived in the town of C —. “Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof,” was the reply, which, although uttered by one who “cared for none of these things,” proved truly prophetic, as the following story will show.
That night Miss S — had just completed her toilet preparatory to going to some evening entertainment, and having a letter written ready for the post, she thought she would seal it up and take it with her. She accordingly struck a light and sealed her letter, but on turning round to leave the room, what was her consternation to find that the match she had thrown down had set fire to her thin evening dress, and she was in flames.
Being alone in the house with the maid, who had not the presence of mind to know what to do on the occasion, she succumbed very speedily.
Dear friend, “boast not thyself of tomorrow, for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.” You, too, may be in eternity as speedily as the subject of my sad story, and―
“Eternity! where?”
Oh, do not put off the salvation of your precious soul to some future morrow, which is the devil’s time; but rather come in God’s time, which is now.
E. H. G.