One perished by fire, another by sword, another of the plague, another was slain by thieves! Thus death is the end of all, and man’s life suddenly passeth away like a shadow.
Who shall remember thee when thou art dead? Do, do now, my beloved, whatsoever thou art able to do: for thou knowest not when thou shalt die, nor yet what shall be after thy death.
Now, while thou hast time, lay up for thyself everlasting riches.
Keep thy heart free, and lifted up to God, because thou hast here no abiding city.
Send thither thy daily prayers, and sighs, and tears, that after death thy spirit may happily pass to the Lord. Amen.
POLITICAL ECONOMY.
By G. M. STEELE, D.D.