YOURSELF IS YOUR REAL WORTH.
IN one of his mission sermons in New York City Rev. Mr. Aitkin, the evangelist, paused, and, amid great solemnity, inquired:— “Do you never think you’ve got to die, you rich men? It’s a healthy occupation to think of it. Do you ever think of the tiny line among the death notices about you? Think of yourself in that hour when you are sinking, sinking, sinking—where? “O poor rich man! blown like a leaf into the darkening void. Sinking into ghastly depths with the cry of terrible agony on thy lips—lost! lost! lost! The jaws of death gape to swallow you. And yet your soul might have been satisfied if you had wished. “What are you worth? That’s the question you hear and you ask everywhere. It is not what your banker has. You only seem to possess what you own; for you are worth only what you are, and there is a bankruptcy court on the other side of the Dark Valley.”