We live but once. The years of childhood, when once past, are past for ever. It matters not how ardently we may wish to live them over; it avails us nothing. So it is with the other stages of life. The past is no longer ours. It has gone beyond our reach. What we have made it, it shall ramain. There is no power in Heaven or on earth that can change it.The record of our past stands forth in bold and ineffaceable characters, open to the all-seeing eye of God. There it stands, and one day we shall give an account of it. The present moment alone is ours. "Now is thy treasure possessed unawares." Today is a day which we shall never have again. It rose from the great ocean of eternity, and again sinks into its un-fathomable depths. ~Talmage.