Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1852-09-01
TOMORROW. TOMORROW =!

TOMORROW! TOMORROW!
One day the minister heard that his neigh
Dor was sick, very sick. What, if he dies
in his present states thought the minister.
He is an amiable man, generous man; in
many points Of character a most excellent
man but, by his own confession, he is no
christian; has never felt the power Of Gods
converting grace upon his soul Suppose
he should die in his present condition! |
must go and see hhn. Accordingly, taking
his hat and his cane, he called to- see him.
He Knocked at the door; servant opened it.
"How is Mr.. X"
every sick, sir; please walk ir.'
The minister, led BY the servant, entered
the chamber. The curtains were down, and
the room was darkened, and on the bed lay
bis neighbor, scorched by raging fever.
Taking him kindly 10y the hand, s. id How
do you find yourself this mornings"
every sick, sir" replied the neighbor.
After while the minister, in subducd
toae of voice, said. "Do you think, my
dear sir, that you have made your peace
with God9 Should God see proper now to
take you away, are you ready to go!"
"Oh, sir" said the sick man, iuterrupting
him, "ram in agony! Please to excuse me.
Oh, my head! my hcaaI | carz;ot talk to
yop now. Please to call again"
when shall call Z"
." Tomorrow" said the sick man.
The faithful man of God burst into tears,
and retired. The next day he called again.
The knockcr was :mufled-a bad sign;
knocking gently at the door, the servant
it.
elbow is Mr.. Il"
'sNo better sir, please to walk in"
The minister entered the chamber, and
there was his ncighbor still upon bed Of
sickness.
MY dear FRIEND" said the minister,
"how do you do this morning!" There
was no response. The man was delirious
now, and spoke in broken sentences, inco.
Aepe,,tly. The minister, leaning upon the
rop Of his cane; looked at his ncigilbor, and
the silent tear tricklcd down his cheek. He
was about to rise up and so away, but the
wife of the sick man exclaimed,
"Oh, my dear pastor, won't you pray
for my husband!"
Ehe prayer was offered, and the minister,
taking the hand Of his neighbor, said, "My
dear sir, goodbye" Still there was no res
ponse. Alas! the sick man knew not that
his wife was weeping at his bedside, and that
his pastor had been praying fos him. AS
the man of God was retiring, the affection
ae wife followed him to the door, aud in
parting, said,
"My good pastor, am in great affliction,
will you be so kind as to call again! !"
"Madam, said he, "whcn do you think
had better csH I"
Tomorrow" replied the wife.
Oh, that tomorrow, that tomorrow! The
associations were more than he could bear,
and the man of God went weeping all the
way returning to his home. The next morn.
ing he called again. The knocker WAS still
muffied. lie tapped gently at the door.
The servant opened it.
"How is Mr.. K.9"
"He is said to be worse, sir"'
tI would. like to.see him."
"You can't sir. The doctor has Just
left, and he has given the strctest orders
that nobody should enter the room but those
who are waiting upon him. But here is
Mrs H."
"Oh, my dear PASTOR" replied she,. burst
ing into tears, che is worse | feaEymuch
worse"
al would like to see your husband, mad
am, few moments"
81 would be glad to. have You see him..
too," replied the afflicted woman; "but our
physician says that the crisis has come, and
that the slightest excitement may prove
fatal; but the doctor said that if his patient
revived, he might be able to- see you to-
morrow"
Having received message, about the
going down of the sun, that his neighor was
still in critical state, and too weak 10 be
seen, the minister could scarcely sleep that
night, so anxious was he about the salvation
of his neighbor. The next morning, taking
his hat and cane, he went early to- mako at
least some inquiry. Tapping again gently
at the door, the servant opened it.
"How is Mr.. K" was the anxious inquiry
"Oh, sir" replied tho servant, he rs
dead!"
"DEApr exclaimed the minister
"DEAD"
.God have mercy" the minister was
about to say, bat it flashed upon hint is
too late now!
Dear procrastinatng sinner! it is enough.
I beseech you, don't say tomorrow any
more. Tomorrow! 1t may be too late
forever! To-morrows sun may shine upon
your grave! Once lost you are lost for
ever! BE wise to day. "ris madness to
DEFER"
REPENT as you 60 along. This shining
to-day and trusting to to-morrow's tears to
wash it out again, is more risky than SWIM
ming with flfty.sixes fastened to your feet.
Tomorrow may never come along.
Your sin, like your bank account, should be
written up every day.
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