" That ring is now in my possession. In less than forty-eight
hours after I told her that she could not live, she passed into
eternity. Would that I could show you that mournful countenance, which
continued long after the last spark of life had become extinct; yes,
even up to the moment when the lid of her coffin for ever hid it from
our view. Never, never shall I forget it. It was a sad monument of the
wreck within.
Now, my dear children, you would not like to die as, I fear, this young
lady died. Well, then, if you would die differently, you must live
differently. You must live for Christ, if you would die in Christ. And
are you Christ's, or are you yet gay and thoughtless--as gay and as
thoughtless as this young lady was, until laid upon her dying bed? If
you are so, and if you continue to remain in this sad condition, your
season of sorrow too will certainly come, and it will come when you
expect it not. As the little insect which flies round and round your
candle is dazzled with its brightness, and feels nothing but pleasure,
until it unconsciously strikes the blaze with its little wings, and is
swallowed up in the flame; so you are dazzled with the pleasures of the
world, thinking nothing of the flames which may swallow you up in a
moment, and put a stop to all your joys for ever.
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