Here are two contrasted death-bed scenes nothing teaches so forcibly as contrast. A soldier was dying of fever; it was evident that he was sinking, and some of his comrades dropped in to see the end. Suddenly looking round upon them with terror in his eyes, he exclaimed, “Mates, I’m summoned to the roll-call, and I am not ready!”
Yet another soldier lay dying. As he lay propped up on pillows unable to utter a word, for the end was near, his friends around his bed saw a wondrous look of recognition illumine his dying eyes, and, as they watched him, reaching out his hand, he slowly raised it to his brow in the familiar military salute, as though he had anticipated in his experience the sentiment of a familiar hymn,
“Onward comes our Great Commander.
Cheer, my comrades, cheer.”
And with his hand still raised, and the smile still on his face, he fell hack and breathed his last. ―A.
Dear fellows, they want Christ, they want to be born again and they know it. The following incident will bring home to us the need of the New Birth—a change of heart and a change of life.