say they, " I must needs go see the farm I have bought." Aye, go see it, feast thine eyes upon it, take mayhap thy last look at it, for neither thy riches nor thy glory shall descend with thee into the grave. Poor souls; the devil deals with them as the hunter does with his hounds. When the game breaks cover he shows it to his dogs and cheers them on, but no sooner have they brought it down than he snatches it from them and plies the heavy lash. So is it with worldlings in their race for riches and honors; no sooner are they attained than death steps in and bids that all be dropped — then woe to him who is not rich with God. How differently God deals with men, checking them all through life with warnings such as: "Be not solicitous," and "Blessed are the humble," and at last compensating their self-denial ten thousandfold in the words: " Enter ye into the joy of your Lord."
Brethren, another class of persons who decline the invitation to the Eucharistic banquet are those who, wise in their own conceits, reject as false whatever cannot be explored with their five senses. The consecrated species still appear mere bread and wine, therefore, say they, such they are, and therefore, also, we pray you hold us excused. Their five senses, each really a pair, are their five yoke of oxen to which they are so devoted, which they are so proud of and so anxious to exercise, that with them the Lord's summons is of no avail. What a pitiable conceit to suppose that the ineffable nature and unsearchable ways of God can be comprehended by a
