Scene. — A Ward in St. Mary’s Hospital

“WELL, Charlie, you can’t convert me!”
“No, but God can,” said I. “Well, but I shall be out in a week or two.”
HE WAS OUT and IN HIS GRAVE.
I had been to visit an old companion, who I heard was very ill — if not dying — who, after speaking lightly and disrespectfully of eternal things, used the above expression, proving that he himself was unconverted.
Reader — Is he in HEAVEN or HELL?
God says, “Except ye be converted, ye cannot enter the kingdom of God.”
Thus died another of my old companions.
Young man — you who are reading this — How will you die?
WHERE WILT THOU SPEND ETERNITY?
Say not, thou can’st not tell — THE LIFE THOU’RT LIVING surely says, in HEAVEN or in HELL!
Young men, we know your sins, and we warn you of a future judgment. We know your temptations, and we would help you to resist the devil and serve God. We know your trials and cares, and we would lead you to Christ, a Brother born for adversity.
Scene. — ST. PANCRAS STATION, en route TO BEDFORD RACES
“Good morning, Mr. C.”
“Good morning, sir.”
“Are you going down?”
“Yes.”
My friend, who had just addressed me, was a sporting man, a professional gambler, who knew me before my conversion, and who since that time had met me on many of the race-courses of England, where I had gone to distribute suitable books, and preach the gospel to men who, if these extraordinary means were not taken, would never hear the gospel, nor be warned of the