HE'S COMING TO-MORROW IDEAL MESSAGES A series of booklets for friend to send to friend, having in mind the conveying of a special word for a specific occasion. The elegant manner of production and the genuine worth of the messages fully justify the title of the series, for the complete books are assuredly "ideal." Old English paper boards, embossed, each, net, 25 cents. 1. =Beyond the Marshes.= By Ralph Connor. A Word of Encouragement. 2. =Across the Continent of the Years.= By Newell Dwight Hillis. 3. =For Eyes that Weep.= By Samuel G. Smith. A Word of Comfort to Those Bereaved of Little Children. 4. =He's Coming To-morrow.= By Harriet Beecher Stowe. A Word on the Coming of Christ. 5. =For Hearts that Hope.= By James G. K. McClure, D. D. A Word about Heaven. 6. =Unto Him.= By Bishop John H. Vincent. A Simple Word about Coming to Jesus Christ. HE'S COMING TO-MORROW By HARRIET BEECHER STOWE [Illustration] FLEMING H. REVELL COMPANY CHICAGO NEW YORK TORONTO MCMI "HE'S COMING TO-MORROW" "_The night is far spent; the day is at hand._" MY soul vibrated for a moment like a harp. Was it true? The night, the long night of the world's groping agony and blind desire? _Is_ it almost over? _Is_ the day at hand? Again: "THEY SHALL SEE THE SON OF MAN COMING IN A CLOUD, WITH POWER AND GREAT GLORY. _And when these things come to pass, look up and rejoice, for your redemption is nigh._" Coming!--The Son of man really coming into _this_ world again with power and great glory? Will this really ever happen? Will this solid, commonplace earth see it? Will these skies brighten and flash? and will upturned faces in this city be watching to see Him coming? So our minister preached in a solemn sermon; and for moments, at times, I felt a thrill of reality in hearing. But as the well-dressed crowd passed down the aisle, my neighbor, Mr. Stockton, whispered to me not to forget the meeting of the bank directors on Monday evening, and Mrs. Goldthwaite poured into my wife's ear a charge not to forget her party on Thursday; and my wife, as she came out, asked me if I had observed the extravagant toilet of Mrs. Rennyman. "_So_ absurd," she said, "when her income, I know, cannot be half what ours is! and I _never_ think of sending to Paris for my things; I should look on it as morally wrong." I spoke of the sermon. "Yes," said my wife, "what a sermon!--so solemn. I wonder that all are not drawn to hear our rector. What could be more powerful than such discourses? My dear, by the by, _don't_ forget to change Mary's opal ring for a diamond one. Dear me! the Christmas presents were all so on my mind that I was thinking of them every now and then in church; and that was _so_ wrong of me!"