It will, no doubt, put the best-prepared of us into a deep muse, as it put Standfast, when we are first told that we must at once prepare ourselves for a change of life.  But I for one would not for worlds miss that solemn warning, and that last musing-time.  It will all be just as my Master pleases; but if it is within His will I shall till then continue to petition Him that I may have a passage over the river like the passage of Standfast.  Or, if that may not now be, then, at least, a musing-time like his.  The post from the Celestial City brought Mr. Standfast’s summons “open” in his hand.  And thus it was that Standfast’s translation did not take him by surprise.  Standfast was not plunged suddenly and without warning into the terrible river.  He took the open summons into big own hand and read it out like a man.  After which he went, as his manner was, for a good while into a deep and undisturbed muse.  As soon as he came out of his muse he would have Greatheart to be sent for.  And then their last conversation together proceeded.  And no one interfered with the two brave-hearted men.  No one interposed, or said that Greatheart would exhaust or alarm Standfast, or would injuriously hasten his end.  Not only so, but all the way till he was half over the river, Standfast kept up his own side of the noble conversation.  And it is his side of that half-earthly, whole-heavenly conversation that I would like to have put into suitable type and scattered broadcast over all our sick-beds.

6.  “Tell me,” says Valdes to Julia in his Christian Alphabet, “have you ever crossed a deep river by a ford?” “Yes,” says Julia, “I have, many times.”  “And have you remarked how that by looking upon the water it seemed as though your head swam, so that, if you had not assisted yourself, either by closing your eyes, or by fixing them on the opposite shore, you would have fallen into the water in great danger of drowning?” “Yes, I have noticed that.”  “And have you seen how by keeping always for your object the view of the land that lies on the other side, you have not felt that swimming of the head, and so have suffered no danger of drowning?” “I have noticed that too,” replied Julia.  Now, it was exactly this same way of looking, not at the black and swirling river, but at the angelic conduct waiting for him at the further bank, and then at the open gate of the Celestial City,—­it was this that kept Standfast’s head so steady and his heart like a glowing coal while he stood and talked in the middle of the giddy stream.  You would have thought it was Paul himself talking to himself on the road to Assos.  For I defy even the apostle himself to have talked better or more boldly to himself even on the solid midday road than Standfast talked to himself in the bridgeless river.  “I see myself,” he said, “at the end of my journey now.  My toilsome days are all ended.  I am going now to see that head that was crowned with thorns, and that face that was spat upon for me.