Before the needful work is done.”
“The Last Night of the Season,” stood forth in bold prominence from mammoth posters at every prominent place in the city.
“The Last Night of the Season” headed an advertisement in every daily paper.
“The Last Night of the Season,” was echoed by thousands of handbills.
“The Last Night of the Season,” lingered on the lips of nearly every passer-by.
At night, thronging crowds, with hurried step and anxious heart, pressed earnestly into the accustomed entrance—then too narrow to admit the greatly increased numbers—of a large and brilliantly illumined building.
Do you know, breathed in quick succession from one to another, it is “The Last Night of the Season?”
Fellow traveller to the bar of God, “I have somewhat to say unto thee.”
Has not this sentence already gone, like an arrow, to your heart? Do you not feel that perhaps you have seen the last night of the season of salvation?
Oh! it is an awful thought. Yet, thanks be to God, there is still another opportunity of being saved. I now present you that opportunity. Will you, can you, refuse? It may be the last night of the season. God only knows.