All are always under the watch of the wondrous All-Seeing Eye. When we are so base and selfish; when we have shown, in our natures and in our loves, so little that is noble, lofty, and pure, how indulgent the dear, good Father of all must be to accept the evil, selfish record of each lifetime. God knows all, and in His good time all sin and evil shall ripen to perfect fruit. Some of us strive to be better men and better women; others forget that every day is a lasting record for or against — that soon we must go home, and death will drop us into the great palm as we drop our day’s toys in the now, and people will remember us as we deserve.
We hurry over the road from childhood to maturity, only to learn in after life that its most beautiful scenery was unobserved by us; and remember that real happiness is not of temporary enjoyment, but is so interwoven with the future that it blesses us forever.
Strive, then, dear reader, to forget self and warm your heart by generous acts and kind deeds, that life may be sweeter, death happier, and that we may all meet where there is no more night, nor sorrow, nor pain, nor death, after this human life, which is but a school day of eternity.