The frivolous, purposeless lives of this world are like ships at the mercy of the wind and tide. Hail one of them, and ask, “Whither are you bound?” and the answer will be, “I don’t know.” “What cargo do you carry?” “Nothing.” “Well, what are you doing out here on the ocean of life?” “Only drifting.” “Ah! but you don’t know what a sorry spectacle you make only drifting when thereis so much to be done.” It is said that Carlyle, on one of his daily walks, met a young man, and, falling into conversation with him, inquired about his purpose in life. “I haven’t any particular purpose,” came the reply. “Then get one,” exclaimed the stern old man, striking his cane on the pavement--“get one quick.” (HomileticReview.)
