A gentleman was visiting a merchant in Glasgow, and during the conversation he suddenly dropped down into a chair that was near. The merchant saw from his face that something serious had happened; so he told the office boy to run for the doctor. When the doctor arrived, he recovered a little, and was heard to say over and over again, “I’ve forgotten, I’ve forgotten!” They asked him what it was he had forgotten—was it some matter of business, or did he want to see his lawyers? But all he could utter was, “I’ve forgotten “The lawyer was sent for, and he entreated the poor man to tell him what it was, and at last he whispered the words, “I’ve forgotten about my soul!” How many there are who seem to have room and time for everything, except their soul’s welfare.