The national whig. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1847-1847, 1847-07-17

dying boy.
The sufferer did not lie in his usual ham
mock, for he was hung in the very midst OF
the crew, and the close air around il was
too sitting; but he had been carried under
the open hatchway, and laid there in a little
open space Of about four feet square. From
the sound Of the ripples, Judged the schoo-
ner was in motion, while the clear blue sky |
seen through the opening overhead, and dot
ted with myriads Of stars, betoken that the |
fog had broken away. How calm it smiled
down on the wan face Of the dying boy
Occasionally light current Of wiud--oh!
how delicionsly cool in that pent up hold
ed died down the hatchway, and lifted the
dark chestnut locks OF the sufferer, as with
his head reposing in the lap Of an old veie-
ran, ne lay in an unquiet slumber. His
shirt collar was unbottoned, and hischildish
bosom, as white as that of girl, was open
and exposed. He breathed quick and hea-
Willy. The wound Of which he was dying
had been intensely painful, but within the
last half hour had somewhat lulled, though
even now his thin fingers tightly grasped
the bed clothes, as if he suffered the greatest
agony.
A battle stained and gray haired seaman
stood beside him, holding dull lantern in
his hand, and gazing sorrrowfully down
upon the sufferer. The surgeon knelt with
his finger on the boys pulse. As APP
preached they all looked up. The veteran
who held him shook his head, and would
have spoken, but the tears gathered too
chokingly in hiseyes
The surgeon said
"He is going fast--pooE little fellow-do
you see this?" as he spoke he lifted up a.
rich gold locket, which had lain upon the
boys breast n" He has seen better days n
rIcouldinot answer for my heart was full
here was the being to whom, but few
hours before ] had owed my life-a poor
slight unprotected child lying before me,
with death already written on his brow
and yet had never known his danger, and
never sought him out after the conflict.
How bitterly my heart reproached me 10
that hour. They noticed my agitation, and
his old friend the seam1n that held his
heads sadly,
"Poor little Dick--you'll never see the
shore you have wished for4so long. But
there'll be more than one-when log out,
he spoke with emotion--ato mourn over.
you.'' .s
Suddenly the little fellow opened his
eyes and looked yacsntly around. ss'n I.
!" Has he come yeti" he asked in low
voice. Why won't he conner"
i u am here" said ] taking the little
fellows hand, "don't you know me,
Dick?n
II II
He smiled family in my face. He then
said, ss
aYou have been kind 10 me sir kinder
than most people are to q poor orphan boy.
have no way to show my gratitude. I'M
less you will take the Bible You will find in
my trunk It's a. small offering, know,
bot its all have. M
i burst into tears he resumed.
Doctor, lam dying, amt l,'' said the
little fellow, "for my sight grows dim. God
bless you Mr.. Danforth."
Cant do nothing for you Dick ~ said /;
syou saved my life. would coin my blood
to buy yours. =
81 have nothing to SKI don't want to
live-only, fits possible let me be buried
by mother--you find the name Of the place
and all about it in my trunk
8 Anything everything, my poor lad"
! answered chokingly.
The little fellow smiled faintly-it was
like an angels smile-but he did not ans
wer. His eyes were fixed on the stars flick
ering in that patch Of the blue sky overhead.
His mind wandered.
0lt's long long ways up there.
but there are bright angels among them.--
Mother used to say thatI would meet her
there. How near they come, and | see
sweet faces smiling on me from among
them Hank! is that music?r and lifting
his finger, he seemed listening fora moment.
He fell back, and the old veteran burst into
tears. The child was dead. Did he in
deed hear angels voices:' God grant il.
CHRIST, the MINISTER'S EXAMPLE.
The Saviour himself first published his
own gospel 10 man. "Thcn preached he
the gospel Of The kingdom in their villages
and cities.n As apreacher Of the everlast-
ing gospel, Christ is a model and perfect
example Of every Christian minister !; and
not only should this class of men in the
study Of the Scriptures, sit at their Masters
feet and learn his words, but should gaze
upon the portraIture which the inspired
penmen have drawn of Christ as a preach
or in the great congregation, and seek to be
like him in the several respects in whichhe
stands out as . glorious model Of just and
effective preaching. 9ss
|. In the subject matter Of his preaching,
he is our example. The subject Of Christ's
sermons, was always some doctrine or duty
of consequence. The sermon on The mount