Man is constantly advancing to the eternal world. He cannot go back to improve privileges that have been wasted. Life can not be traveled again, and each footprint is made to be seen by us no more. Onward we must go. He that comes after us may profit by our follies, and track our way nearer and nearer to the beach where the ocean of eternity rolls,—he may step after step in the sand till he comes to the last, half washed away by the tide, where we plunged into the vast ocean and disappeared forever; but backward we can not go, to pick up the golden gems which we once passed with indifference as they lay sparkling at our feet. Onward we are moving, and onward we must continue to move. How solemn, then, does life seem to progress. And how loud the admonition to improve the golden moments as they fly.