By your anxious care you may seek to detain them; you may sit about their bed and nurse them both night and day, but they must quit these dark abodes when Jesus gives the signal. You may clutch them with affectionate eagerness, and even cry in despair, “They shall not go, we cannot bear to part with them;” but go they must when Jesus calls. Friendship, if it exists, will breed mutual delight. I’ve known men who open their mouths like barn doors in boasting what they would do if they were in somebody’s