Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1852-09-22
MARFNsBURG VA WEDNESDAY noRNINe SEPTEMBER 49, 1854
TIE CHILD Is DEAD.

1t is bard to believe it; that we shall no
more hear the glad voice, nor meet the merry
laugh that bursts 50 often from its glad heart.
Child as it was, il was a pleasant child
and to the partial parent there are traits Of
loveliness that no other eye may see. Ii was
a wise ordering of Providence that We should
1--we our own children as no one else loves
them, and as we love the children Of none be-
sides. And ours was Lovely child
But the child is dead Yun may put away
its play things. Put them where they viii be
safe. would not ike to have them broken
or lost and you need not lend them to 9TH
or children when they come 10 see us. 1t
would pain me to see them in other hands
much as love to see children happy with
their toys
Its clothes you may lay aside; shall Of
ten look them over, and each Of the colors
that be wore will remind me- Of him as be
looked when he was here. shall weep Of
ten when think Of him; but there is lux.
usy in thinking Of the one that is gone, which
would not part with for the world. | think
Of my child now. a child always. though an
angel among angels
iuc cbiiu ID ueau Ue eve mas lost Its
luster. The hand is still and cold. Its lit
tie heart is not beating now. How pale it
looks ct the very form isoear to me-
Every lock of its hair, every feature of the
face. is treasure that shallpriz the more
as the months Of my sorrow come and 90.
Law the little one IN bis cofFin. He was
never in so cold aud bard he'd but he will
feel il not Hc would not know it, If he had
been laid IN his cradle, or IN his mothers arms
Throw flower or two by bissidc; like them
be wthered.
Garry him ont to the grave. Gently. 1t
is hard road this to the grave Every jar
seems 70 disturb the infant sleeper. Here
we are at the brink Of the sepulchre o, how
damp and dark, and cold But the dead do
not feel it There is no pais. no fear, no
weeping there Sleep on now, aud take your
rest
FIJI it lp Ashes to ashes, dust to dust !
Every clod seems to fall on my heart Every
smothered sound from the grave is saying
gone. gone 1t is full now Lay the turf
gently over the dear child Plant myrtle
among the sods. and let the little one sleep
among the trees and flowers Our child Is
not there. His dust precious dust, indeed.
is there, but our child is in heaven, lie is
not here; be is risen.
shall think of the form that is moulder.
ing here among the dead; and it will be a
mournful comfort to come at times and think
OF the child that was once the light of our
house, and the idol alb that ! must own the
secret of this sorrow the idol of my heart.
And it is beyond all language to express
the joy. il the midst Of my tears. feel, that
my sin in making an idol Of tue child, has not
made that infant less dear to Jesus Nav,
there is even something that tells me the Sa
vicur called the darling from me, that might
love the Saviour more when had one child
less to love, He knoweth our frame; be
knows the way to win aud bind us. Dear
Saviour. as thou hast my lamb, give me too
place 10 thy bosom. Set me as seal on
thy heart.
And now let us 90 back to the house. 1t
is strangely changed. 1t is silent and cheer
less, gloomy even When did | erter this
door without the greeting of those lips and
eyes that shall greet no more? When one
of the children was away on visit, we did
not feel the absence as We do now That
was for a time; this is forever, He will not
return. Hark thought for q moment it
was the child; but It was eu.y Ny own heart,
yearning for the lost He viii not come
again Thoughts on The death of Little
Children,