fastness of faith which many Universalists exhibit, in the midst of confounding evidence, is, that they cherish the hope that there is time enough yet for them to repent, and abandon their delusion. But life is uncertain. It is no uncommon occurrence for men to die now in their beds, or to drop down lifeless in the streets. Some of our friends are sick, dead, and buried, and the first notice that we get of it is in the obituary calendar.

How does that man know, who has imbibed fatal error, that God will consult him as to the time or manner of his decease? That lingering sickness which he hopes to enjoy, may never come. A flash of lightning may carry his guilty soul to hell in a chariot of fire! A stroke of apoplexy may prostrate him in death in an hour. Reason may forsake her throne, and never return. The prayer of the dying thief may be denied you in death.

Will any of you delay then a timely repentance? Will you hazard your immortal soul for the pleasures of sin for a season? Might you not, by an immediate repentance, exert a redeeming influence in this world, and repair in some good measure the wrong which you have done? Might you not come out from the mazes of error, and enlist your energies in the cause of Jesus Christ? Can you consent to go on with the delusive expectation of future repentance? Ah, my friend, beware-for "he that being often reproved hardeneth his neck, shall suddenly be destroyed, and that without remedy!"

4. Universalists and their ministers will have an awful death to die. It is a great thing to die with a conscience at peace; with reason, truth, and God, cheering, and supporting, and blessing the soul in its departing moments. But O, my God! what a death awaits those who have embraced and preached radical error! What anguish of spirit will fill their guilty bosoms, as they are awakened and overwhelmed by the summons of death! Conscience will then begin to stir within them, and harrow up their souls with the iron tooth of remorse.

"The mind that broods o'er sinful deeds,

Is like a scorpion girt by fire;

In circles narrowing as it glows,

The flames around the captive close,
Till inly parched by thousand throes,
And maddening in his ire.

So does the guilty soul expire,

Alike to scorpion girt by fire;

So writhes the mind remorse hath riven,
Unfit for earth, undoomed to heaven :
Darkness above, despair beneath;

Around it, flame; within-'tis death."

The prayer of the author is, that every Universalist who reads these pages may become convinced of his error, and not only convinced, but have courage to renounce his errors, so that such a death may not overtake him. Now is the time, dying reader, to renounce this fatal system. Put it not off till to-morrow. Before to-morrow comes, you may be suddenly called away and put in your sepulchre! O, what a melancholy sepulchre that

is, where rests the dust of one who died a Universalist! The marble may be white and beautiful, but where, where is the soul! O let not your sepulchre be that of a Universalist. Face now your guilty associates, and tear yourself away from them, and flee from wrath to come. It will require a great effort to do it, but nothing, nothing in comparison with the effort it will require to contend with the fires and thunders of a lost eternity.