"I'm sure I don't know what that can mean," said the first speaker, with a kind of shudder; "it seems rather fearful." "Well," said the other, "it seems so sudden--when one never dreamed of any such thing--to change all at once from this to that other life." "It is enough to _be with Him_," said the poor woman. "Oh, I have so longed for it!" "_The great gulf_," again said the angel. Then again we stood on the steps of a church. A band of clergymen were together. Episcopalian, Methodist, Baptist, Presbyterian, Old School and New School, all stood hand in hand. "It's no matter now about these old issues," they said. "_He_ is coming; He will settle all. Ordinations and ordinances, sacraments, creeds, are but the scaffolding of the edifice. They are the shadow; the substance is CHRIST!" And hand in hand they turned their faces when the Christmas morning light began faintly glowing; and I heard them saying together, with one heart and voice: "Come, LORD JESUS! come quickly!" * * * * * Transcriber's Note: Page 8, "wordly" changed to "worldly" (am very worldly) End of Project Gutenberg's He's Coming To-Morrow, by Harriet Beecher Stowe