“LET YOUR LIGHT SO SHINE BEFORE MEN.”
By E. L. Vincent
An old lighthouse-keeper was passing away. For years it had been his duty to keep the lamps in the high tower burning. Now the fire of his own life was burning low. Suddenly he raised himself upon one elbow and asked:— “Is the lamp burning in the tower? You know we must not let it go out to-night. Some one will be watching for it.” “Yes, the lamp is all right.” And the old man passed away. How is it with the light committed to our care? Is it burning brightly? This is a stormy sea and rocky are its shores. Many are the life-barks tossing upon its waves. Many are the eyes turned anxiously toward the rocks, looking for the light which shall guide them in the right course. Is our lamp trimmed and burning?—E. L. Vincent.