ny relations?" asked
the doctor. "No, none within the last three years." "Have you lost any
reputation in your country?" "No." The doctor studied for a few minutes,
and then said, "I must know what is on your mind; I must know what is
troubling you." And the young man said, "My father was an infidel; my
grandfather was an infidel, and I was brought up an infidel, and for the
last three years these words have haunted me, 'Eternity, and where shall
it find me?'" "Ah," said the doctor, "you have come to the wrong
physician." "Is there no hope for me?" cried the young man. "I walk
about in the day time; I lie down at night, and it comes upon me
continually: 'Eternity, and where shall I spend it?' Tell me, is there
any hope for me?" The doctor said: "Now just sit down and be quiet. A
few years ago I was an infidel. I did not believe in God, and was in the
same condition in which you are in." The doctor took down his Bible and
turned to the fifty-third chapter of Isaiah and read: "He was wounded
for our transgressions; He was bruised for our iniquities; the
chastisement of our peace was upon Him, and with His stripes we are
healed." And he read on through this chapter.

When he had finished, the young man said: "Do you believe this, that He
voluntarily left heaven, came down to this earth, and suffered and died
that we might be saved?" "Yes, I believe it. That brought me out of
infidelity, out of darkness into light." And he preached Christ and His
salvation and told him of heaven and then suggested that they get down
on their knees and pray. And when I went there in 1867 a letter had been
received from that young nobleman, who wrote to Dr. Whinston in London,
telling him that the question of "eternity, and where he should spend
it" was settled, and troubled him no more. My friends, the question of
eternity, and where we are going to spend it, forces itself upon
everyone of us. We are staying here for a little day. Our life is but a
fibre and it will soon be snapped. I may be preaching my last sermon.
To-night may find me in eternity. By the grace of God say that you will
spend it in heaven.

Sambo and the Infidel Judge.

Once there was a Judge who had a colored man. The colored man was very
godly, and the Judge used to have him to drive him around in his
circuit. The Judge used often to talk with him, and the colored man
would tell the Judge about his religious experience, and about his
battles and conflicts. One day