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My 28th Birth Day. Honolulu, H.I. Another year has rolled by with its vicissitudes and changes and bringing with it another unit to be added to my age. Thus unit joins unit - surely and steadily until God shall say "it is enough - his number is full" - "go cut him down." What if this unit should be the last? Should an angel from Heaven assure me of the fact could I realize the event? I feel as though length of years were mine - so strong runs the current of life - that Death is the most improbable of imaginations - yet ere I can write my 29 birth day I may be slumbering in the grave - uninterested in the concerns of mortal life. To die - to be no more - companion of corruption and worms - how different that state and to which we all do surely hasten - from this living state to which we cling so perseveringly - and which engropes the whole circle of our thoughts. If man is but a tenant here - a mere probationer for another life - more important - more interesting - more absorbing - and infinitely more lasting than this - pause O my soul! at this another mile stone of thy existence - and take thy bearings for the life to come. Though the whole year beside - stifle thy vision with the fogs of earthly anscieties yet on this day - stop and consult the horoscope of what endle future that courts thy consideration. How stands thy preparations for that time - when "this mortal coil being shuffled off" - thou like a stranger shall be ushered into an untried world - to learn thy part in it - as thou has through infancy and childhood in this? Thou needest not be altogether ignorant - wholly unprepared - so [?] that future world shall take thee by surprise? If there be a preparation here - those scenes and those employments - shall bear a recognized relation to them - an advancement only in what thou began to learn and practise here. Here stands thy prospect?