Alas, how many of you to whom I now speak are unprepared! It pains me to think of it; as I sat last night about eight o'clock, revolving in my mind a subject for this hour's discourse, there came a knock at my door, and I was earnestly entreated by a father to hasten to the deathbed of his dear girl. I wanted much my time for preparation, but as the dear one was in such a case, and had long been a constant hearer of the word in this tabernacle, I felt it my duty to go whether I could prepare a sermon or not. Glad I was to hear that sick one's testimony! She told me with what I fear was her dying breath, that she was not fully assured of her interest in Christ, but she left me no room to doubt when, between spasms and convulsions, she said, "I know I love Jesus; and that is all I know." Yes, and I thought it is all I need to know; if any one of us always knows that he loves the Savior, what more does he require of testimony as to his state?