And thus may it be at judgment; by the extension of the same _kind_ of power, may our _whole_ life, in its minutest details, pass before our eyes,--each minute of it delivering its own history of word or deed, of things done or things received,--and each recognised as true by the possessor of them all. Accordingly, every man is now, whether he wills it or not, unconsciously writing or _daguerreotyping_ his own biography;--his whole life forming a work of more importance, to himself at least, than any other in the universe,--each volume a year, each chapter a month, each day or hour a page. At judgment memory will read the whole, and be compelled to feel that every word is true. It is strange, too, how rapid--reasoning from analogy--such a review may be, without diminishing from its distinctness. States of being, or successive acts, which occupied long periods of time, may very rapidly be recalled in all their minute features. In moments of sudden peril, when death seemed approaching, how frequently have men told us that they beheld, in a twinkling of an eye, the great features of their whole life like a panorama passing before their mind's eye! And thus at judgment, clear, yet rapid--intensely real and vivid, yet sudden as light--may the life of the boy, and the man, and the patriarch, from, the first till the last moment of conscious and responsible existence upon earth, be presented to the mind with a self-evidencing power of truth, which cannot, which dare not, be denied or resisted! Jesus Christ will speak _to_ the man from _within_ the man, and, with irresistible power, say to him, "_Son, remember!_"