“How are we to get rid of this fear?” asks one. Well, let us never try to get rid of it, as some do, by forgetting all about death. That would be to live as the brutes that perish; they live their little day here without any thought beyond the present. The ox and the sheep go to the slaughter-house without the power to look beyond the present life. I would not like to obtain peace of mind by descending to the level of those “dumb, driven cattle.”
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“In vain my fancy strives to paint
The moment after death,
The glories that surround the saint
When yielding up his breath.
“One gentle sigh the fetter breaks:
We scarce can say, ‘They’re gone!’
Before the willing spirit takes
Her mansion near the throne.”
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And all for what? For a little pleasure, a little drink, a little dance, a little sin that yielded but slight pleasure, or for worldly gain, or for low and grovelling vices, or for sheer carelessness and gaiety! Lost! And for nothing! A sinner damned! He lost his soul, but he did not gain the world. He gained only a little frivolous pleasure; even that poor pittance he spent in an hour, and then he was for ever cast away! May it not be so with you.
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