to draw his last breath, but who has been a grief to his family, a disgrace to his relatives. Ever since his boyhood he has been the slave of vice, and he has now become the deplorable victim of his evil passions. There he lies — there he dies — in despair. Now tell me again, can we inscribe upon the bier of the chaste young man, adorned as he was with virtue, words implying his life to have been a delusion? And can we eulogize the miserable victim of vice by affirming that he did nothing wrong? Could God consign these two beings, so radically different from one another, to an equal annihilation? Could they both become, as they lie in the grave, a mere mass of moldering corruption, dust, and ashes — this, and nothing more forever? Is not the mere idea of anything so monstrous abhorrent to the conscience of every man?
6. No, this can not be, that in death virtue and vice should become mere meaningless terms; rather must each of these two things meet its proportionate recompense.
Do you therefore, my dear young friend, practise virtue and flee from vice; there is a resurrection and a recompense; there is a Wiedersehen! "Take courage, and let not your hands be weakened; for there shall be a reward for your work " (2 Parol, xv. 7).
" I know that my Redeemer liveth, and in the last day I shall rise out of the earth; and I shall be clothed again with my skin, and in my flesh I shall see my God; whom
