"To-day the man is here, to-morrow he hath disappeared.
"To-morrow is uncertain,—how knowest thou thou shalt live till to-morrow?
"Happy is he that always hath the hour of his death before his eyes, and daily prepareth himself to die.
"Whilst thou hast time, heap to thyself everlasting riches.
"Keep thy heart free, and lifted up to God, because here thou hast no abiding city.
"Very quickly will there be an end of thee here, look what will become of thee in another world."
Death draws a veil alike over the virtues and vices of life. Let us hope and pray.—M.
To him Life was a long combat, Death a glorious victory.—M.
Weakness yields to strength,—the Creature surrenders to the Creator.—M.
Death is the shadowy twilight which is the presage of a fadeless dawn.—M.
Death is a goal never, a gate ever.—M.
Death brings a long night of dreamless slumber, awakening to an endless morn.—M.
