ying to ourselves, "it is for the
King of kings, you see." Oh! if men would only remember that, then
there would be no more cheating, and swindling, and lying in trade; no
more labourers and artizans scamping their work, putting in bad
material, working short time, and committing the endless dishonest acts
which disgrace a Christian land. Try to remember that whatever you
have to do, you are working for God, you are a citizen of Heaven, and
to your Heavenly Master must the account be rendered. There shall
enter into Heaven nothing that maketh a lie. If our lives are not
quite genuine and honest here, we are locking ourselves out of Heaven.
Let us, as citizens of no mean city, keep aloof from the hypocrite, the
teller or maker of a lie, and speak every man truth with his neighbour.
Again, I think that as citizens of Heaven, we ought to take very good
heed to our _words_. You know how our streets and lanes in this world
are defiled and made hideous by vile language. Can you fancy that sort
of talk in the streets of the Heavenly City? No, there shall not enter
there anything that defileth, peace is upon her palaces. The swearing
tongue, the impure tongue, the angry tongue, can find no place there.
The cruel, slandering tongue talks many a soul into ruin, for they have
no room for the scandal-monger in Heaven. Let us guard our speech,
brethren, let us remember that, as Heavenly citizens, our lips should
be sanctified by the fire of God's Altar. "Whoso keepeth his mouth and
his tongue, keepeth his soul from troubles."

Once more, as citizens of Heaven, we must keep our home ever fresh in
our minds. Here we are strangers in a strange land. You know how we
English abroad always cling to anything which reminds us of _home_.
The settler in the Australian Bush keeps Christmas Day beneath the
burning summer sky exactly as he always kept it amid the snow and ice
of an English winter. When letters come, how eagerly are they read if
they come from home! Many a rough miner on the other side of the world
grows gentler as he looks at the faded photograph, or the yellow note
paper; they remind him of home. Well, here in earth, far from our
Heavenly home, we have certain means of keeping its memory fresh. We
can go to God's Holy Church, and there join with Angels and Archangels
and all the company of Heaven in praise and adoration of our King. We
can read our Bible, and then we gaze, as it were, upon the picture of
Saviou