"It is a fact we should all of us attempt to realise," continued Silas. "We must be judged.  Have we gone to the Fountain which washes away all sins, to be cleansed from our iniquities?  Do you trust on Christ, and Christ alone, as our Saviour, who will acknowledge us as his disciples-- who will present us purified from our sins for acceptance by the Father? My dear friends, I put before you these great truths, because our happiness or our misery for that eternity which we are now approaching depends on them.  On what do you trust?  Oh, be able to give a satisfactory answer before it is too late."  I will not give the conversation which followed.  It was very brief.  The result was, that each of us turned ourselves to prayer, and prayed as we had never prayed before.  Had we even been more disposed to levity than we were, we could not but have felt the earnestness of the appeal made to us--the importance of the subject--the awful truths uttered by our companion. Darker grew the night--the sea-birds screamed above us--the distant cliffs grew dimmer, their outline less distinct--the rushing tide earned us rapidly onwards--the cold wind pierced through our wet clothes, and sent the spray dashing over us.  Shivering, benumbed, hungry and faint, I felt as if I could no longer retain my hold.  Death--death, I thought, was truly approaching.  Still, notwithstanding all Cousin Silas had said, I did not so much picture the future; I did not even dread it as I mourned for what I was leaving--the distant home I loved so well, and all those who so dearly loved me.  I thought of the anxiety the uncertainty of my fate would occasion, the grief when they learned the truth; and bitter tears burst from my eyes, not for myself, but for them I loved.  I mention the state of my mind and feelings on this awful occasion for a very important object.  It agrees with my own experience, and all I have heard from others placed in similar situations;--a person who has been living unprepared for death, for eternity, cannot on a sudden change the whole current of his thoughts, and fix them on the awful state into which he is hurrying.  If he has not before found peace with God, there is little hope that he will seek it then.  Oh no! the time to do that is while we have health and strength, and hope to have a long life before us to be consecrated to him.  He has an eternity prepared for us--are we to give him alone the dregs of our short span of life?  He gave us everything--are we to return him only a few hurried prayers and ejaculations of sorrow?  We cry out for mercy--on what do we ground our expectations of receiving it?  Remember that God is a just God--what, in justice, do we deserve?  Oh! remember also that "in such an hour as ye think not, the Son of man cometh;" and as you value your happiness for eternity, say not in your heart, "My Lord delayeth his coming."  I was thinking of home, and all I loved there.  Suddenly a shout brought my thoughts back to the sad reality of our own position.