(_Sermon to the Young._)
xxxiii. 24. _And the inhabitant shall not say, I am sick._
Our sun-dial is not that of Hezekiah: its shadow has no backward
movement; the last enemy must soon challenge the traveller to pay the
tax imposed on his pilgrimage. When all the pains and illnesses of
the flesh are over, there remaineth a place purchased, prepared, and
furnished for the children of God, and in which "the inhabitant shall
not say, I am sick." Where is this healthy spot? Not in any place in
this country; not in the world of which our land is so favoured a
portion. To be able always to say, "I am not sick," is one of the
privileges of heaven alone.