I received sometime ago a letter from a friend in London, and I thought, as I read it, I would take it and read it to other people and see if I could not get them to look upon death as this friend does. He lost a loved mother. In England it is a very common thing to send out cards in memory of the departed ones, and they put upon them great borders of black- sometimes a quarter of an inch of black border- but this friend has gone and put on gold; he did not put on black at all; she had gone to the golden city, and so he just put on a golden border; and I think it a good deal better that black. I think when our friends die, instead of putting a great black border on their memorials to make them look dark, it would be better for us to put on gold. -D.L. Moody.
