journey. As men aboard ship, whether they sit or sleep, are ever moving on, so on the road of life even when we rest neglectfully or slumber in forgetfulness, we are ever moving on. Things glide by us and are forgot, the joyful and the sorrowful alike. So on a journey pleasant fields and stately homes and barren wastes are seen and passed and left behind. We step in the footprints of those who went before, and others follow after us in ours, and where those were but yesterday we are to-day, and where we are to-day others will be to-morrow. Ask the money in your pocket how many men have called it theirs ; ask your land how many owners it has had since time began, and learn from them that life is a journey — that man has here no permanent abiding-place. How hard is the climb to eminence! yet pontiffs even and kings are barely seated on their thrones when lo! they must make way for others. And woe to us should we forget we are but passing through! Woe to us if we should load ourselves down with worldly goods, or gaze too long or lovingly on the things we pass, for the night of sin will overtake us and those robbers and wild beasts — the devils — work our ruin. Angels and ministers of grace defend us, for woeful need have we, poor wayfarers, of their guidance and protection!
Brethren, in their hands the angels bear the just man up, lest perhaps he dash his foot against a stone. Seven times a day the just man falls and he still continues just, for the guilt of sin is not so much in the falling as in the staying down. The angel guar-
