From the steeple of St. Mary's Church in Cracow, Poland, a bugle has been sounded every day for the last seven hundred years. The last note on the bugle is always muted and broken, as if some disaster had befallen the bugler. This seven-hundred-year commemoration is in memory of a heroic trumpeter who one night sounded a blast on his trumpet and summoned the people to defend their city against the hordes of the invading Tartars. As he was sounding the last blast on his trumpet, an arrow from one of the Tartars struck him and killed him. Hence the muffled note at the end.
There is a time we know not when, a place we know not where,
That marks the destiny of men for glory or despair.
There is a line by us unseen that crosses every path,
That marks the boundary between God's patience and His wrath.
To pass that limit is to die, to die as if by stealth:
It does not dim the beaming eye or pale the glow of health.
The conscience may be still at ease, the spirits light and gay:
That which is pleasing still may please, and care be thrust away.
But on that forehead God has set indelibly a mark
Unseen by man, for man as yet is blind and in the dark.
And yet the doomed man's path below as Eden may have bloomed:
He did not, does not, will not know, or feel that he is doomed.
He thinks, he feels that all is well: his every fear is calmed;
He lives, he dies, he wakes in hell not only doomed but damned.
O! where is this mysterious bourne by which our path is crossed
Beyond which God Himself hath sworn that he who goes is lost?
How long may we go on in sin? How long will God forbear?
Where does hope end, and where begin the confines of despair?
An answer from the skies is sent:—Ye who from God depart,
While it is called today, repent, and harden not your heart.
(Job. 36. 18; Heb. 3. 7, 8, 15; 4. 7)
The road signs for motorists on all main highways are instructive for travellers to eternity. Dangerous crossings or bends are indicated before the motorist comes to them, and we are warned to 'Keep Death off the road', and to pursue a `Safety first' policy in preference to speeding. Frequently too the warning is reinforced by a large hoarding containing the words—`You have been warned'.
God's Word is replete with warnings to travelers to eternity, so that none can say they have not been warned.
(Ps. 19. 11; Ezek. 33. 4-6; Matt. 3. 7; Acts 20. 31)
Pietro had drifted down to Florida and was working with a gang at railroad construction. He had been told to beware of rattlesnakes, but assured that they would always give the warning rattle before striking.
One hot day he was eating his noon luncheon on a pine log when he saw a big rattler coiled a few feet in front of him. He eyed the serpent and began to lift his legs over the log. He had barely got them out of the way when the snake's fangs hit the bark beneath him.
"Son of a guna!" yelled Pietro. "Why you no ringa da bell?"