In the great game of existence',

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Sad the case</strong> of those who had the possibilities 
of a good and useful existence, but have lived
fatally and hopelessly given up to . . .
sloth, or 
flippant pleasure, or
engrossing selfishness.

Those fugitive, precious moments we are 
forgetting and wasting, cannot be recovered. 

In the great game of existence many are staking 
all and losing all—drifting to hopeless, irremediable 
bankruptcy. That is a solemn word—a dreadful 
truth—the irreparable past!

Death will dissolve many a 'fairy vision' that has lured 
and charmed us. Death will sweep down many 'flimsy 
cobwebs of earth' that we have laboriously weaved—
poor tawdry things we have so often clung to and 
clutched!