Wrath To Come!

“How is Harry T―?” asked I.
“Harry― is dead,” said he.
“No, I mean Ted―’s friend.”
“Ted is in Hanwell Asylum!”
Was it possible — the two companions I had been most intimate with — the one dead, the other a maniac!
YOUNG MEN — have a care; the above was THE END OF A LONDON LIFE!
“Sowing the seed of a maddened brain,
Sowing the seed of eternal shame.”
In a few weeks my old companion exchanged an asylum for the grave. We had gambled together, and danced together: “Caldwell’s,” “The Argyll,” Cremorne,” had seen us together how often? Now I only am living! More jovial companions I never knew — such good company — who were as much at home in dancing a hornpipe as in singing a song in public. When I was converted they heard of it; and so impressed was one by my testimony for Christ that he shook like a leaf and wept like a child. They knew I was right and they were wrong.
Reader! do you wish to die the same as my friends — UNPRARED? A life of worldliness ends in impenitence and despair. Young man of the world — one sin in particular ruined those two old companions of mine — beware of it. Prepare to meet thy God!