as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm. After a long time the Master will come. A scoffing world may mock, and ask, "Where is the promise of his coming?" "After a long time." The church may grow weary in waiting. The world may grow old and gray with time. Successive generations of men may pass in silence to the tomb. The sun may grow dim with age, and the star-fires may expire on heaven's high arch; but after a long time the Master will come and call up his servants, to whom he committed his goods for use and improvement, for a final reckoning. With what joy the faithful will meet him; and with what ecstacy will they hear him say, "Well done, good and faithful servant." For that compliment, who would not cheerfully toil and bear reproach? Who would not suffer and die for his Divine Master, to hear him say, in the great day of judgment, when the world is on fire, when the faithless and unbelieving, the sluggard, the hypocrite, and the backsliders are crying for rocks and mountains to fall on them, and hide them from the wrath of the Lamb--who, I repeat, would not be willing to toil, to suffer, to bear reproach, and even to die, to hear the blessed Jesus pronounce the words upon him: "Well done, good and faithful servant; enter thou into the joy of thy Lord"?