"_And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man's table: moreover, the dogs came and licked his sores._ "_And it came to pass that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham's bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried_; "_And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom._"-- Luke xvi. 19--23. There are probably few readers of the Bible who are not familiar with the parable of the rich man and Lazarus. It is one of those passages of Scripture which leave an indelible impression on the mind. Like the parable of the Prodigal Son, once read it is never forgotten. The reason of this is clear and simple. The whole parable is a most vividly painted picture. The story, as it goes on, carries our senses with it with irresistible power. Instead of readers, we become lookers on. We are witnesses of all the events described. We see. We hear. We fancy we could almost touch. The rich man's banquet,--the purple,--the fine linen,--the gate,--the beggar lying by it,--the sores,--the dogs,--the crumbs,--the two deaths,--the rich man's burial,--the ministering angels,--the bosom of Abraham,--the rich man's fearful waking up,--the fire,--the gulf,--the hopeless remorse,--all, all stand out before our eyes in bold relief, and stamp themselves upon our minds. This is the perfection of language. This is the attainment of the famous Arabian standard of eloquence,--"He speaks the =best= who turns the ear into an eye." But, after all, it is one thing to admire the masterly composition of this parable, and quite another to receive the spiritual lessons it contains. The eye of the intellect can often see beauties while the heart remains asleep, and sees nothing at all. Hundreds read Pilgrim's Progress with deep interest, to whom the struggle for the celestial city is foolishness. Thousands are familiar with every word of the parable before us this day, who never consider how it comes home to their own case. Their conscience is deaf to the cry which ought to ring in their ears as they read,--"Thou art the man." Their heart never turns to God with the solemn inquiry,--"Lord, is this my picture?--Lord, is it I?" I invite my readers this day to consider the leading truths which this parable is meant to teach us. I purposely omit to notice any part of it but that which stands at the head of this paper. May the Holy Ghost give us a teachable spirit, and an understanding heart, and so produce lasting impressions on our souls! I. Let us observe, first of all, _how different are the conditions which God allots to different men_.