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meek Jesus of Nazareth, no longer the Man of Sorrows, no
longer the Good Shepherd, He is seen now coming upon the
clouds, in great power and majesty, attended by nine choirs
of angels, angels and archangels, principalities, powers and
virtues, thrones and dominations, cherubim and seraphim,
God Omnipotent, God Everlasting. He speaks: and His
voice is heard even at the farthest limits of space, even In the
bottomless abyss. Supreme Judge, from His sentence there
will be and can be no appeal. He calls the just to His side,
bidding them enter into the kingdom, the eternity of bliss
prepared for them. The unjust He casts from Him, crying in
His offended majesty: DEPART FROM ME, YE CURSED,
INTO EVERLASTING FIRE WHICH WAS PREPARED
FOR THE DEVIL AND HIS ANGELS. O, what agony then
for the miserable sinners! Friend is torn apart from friend,
children are torn from their parents, husbands from their
wives. The poor sinner holds out his arms to those who were
dear to him in this earthly world, to those whose simple pi-
ety perhaps he made a mock of, to those who counselled him
and tried to lead him on the right path, to a kind brother, to
a loving sister, to the mother and father who loved him so
dearly. But it is too late: the just turn away from the wretch-
ed damned souls which now appear before the eyes of all
in their hideous and evil character. O you hypocrites, O,
you whited sepulchres, O you who present a smooth smil-
ing face to the world while your soul within is a foul swamp
of sin, how will it fare with you in that terrible day?
And this day will come, shall come, must come: the day
of death and the day of judgement. It is appointed unto man

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