ipped and fell--fortunately into a hollow where men
had been working, and swift as a flash the Express swept over me. The
experience of that half minute I shall never forget. It seemed that my
whole life was blazoned before me in thirty seconds. Things that I had
not remembered for forty years past flashed back in a moment as if they
had happened yesterday."

That is what Memory can do even in this life under strong excitation,
calling up its forgotten stores. Think what its power may be in that
life as a handmaid to Conscience. With all its old lumber rooms of
forgotten deeds thrown open--with all the forgotten feelings of my
life--boyhood, youth, manhood--open for my contemplation. My
impatience and God's patience, my sorrows and why God sent them, my
mercies, all the kindly providences of God working unknown to me all my
days.

And my sins--some sins that I hate to think of, some that I had almost
succeeded in forgetting, all standing out clearly before me in the
unsparing light of that mysterious life.

I sat alone with my Conscience
In the place where time had ceased.
We discoursed of my former living
In the land where the years increased.
And I felt I should have to answer
The questions it put to me,
And to face those questions and answers
In that dim eternity.

And the ghosts of forgotten actions
Came floating before my sight,
And things that I thought were dead things
Were alive with a terrible might.
And the vision of all my past life
Was an awful thing to face
Alone, alone with my Conscience,
In that strange and lonely place.

Aye, my Conscience must do its work some day if I keep it from doing it
now. But all this will be in the presence of my Saviour. They are
"with Christ."

Every memory will be more keen and poignant and yet more peaceful and
touching in the presence of that dear loving Lord who I feel knows all
and yet has loved and received and forgiven me in spite of all, and who
is watching over me with deep tenderness like the refiner of silver
over His furnace as the dross is cleared away and I grow steadily in
fitness for the glorious life of unselfish joy and service in Heaven.

But pain! You do not like any thought of pain in connection with that
life. Yes surely, more or less, according to one's state, and dying
gradually into perfect peace. Growth of holiness does not come to
sinful man here or there but through pain, th