The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1853-02-02
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She Died Like a Lamb. "


a dirty-looking house in court in his
district. lie groped his way up a dark
staircase, and knocked at the door of the
top front room. 1t was opened bv a
woman who seemed to be under the in
fiuence of drink. When tract was off
cred to her, she ute red an 9th, and said,
"She wanted bread not tracts The
missionary told her about the true Bread
that came down from heaven, While he
was speaking, the woman opened the door
little wider, which served to show him
that the room was the abode of filth and
poverty. The floor and window looked
rs if they had never been cleaned. There
was scarcely any fire in the CRATE, but a
heap OF ashes underneath. The furniture
consisted of three old chairs, a table, and
bed covered with rags. The mis>ionary's
! attention was arrested as he cast his ewes
upon that bed; for he met the earnest gaze
of little girl, whose flushed check aud
gistcning eye plainly showed that disease
had marked her as prey. rs your child
iIl?" he asked. "lcs, said the mother;
"she is only twelve years old, and they say
that she is IN consumption she is going
fast. You may talk to her if you like. |
must go cut" The missionary went up
to the bed, took hold of the hand of the
little girl, and said, "You seem to be very
Ill. Are you in pain?" II am sometimes
sir" she replied, "but when | pray to
Jesus | do not feel it." "And who taught
you to pray!" asked the missioary; for he
felt surprised to find one of the Saviour's
lambs in such place. "My Sabbath
School teacher" she rcplcd; and then in
her own simple way, told, the visitor that
another little girl had taken her about
two years before with her to a Sabbath
School; that she there learned to read the
Bible and to pray to Jesus; "but oh, sir"
she added, as the tears started from her
eyes, my father and mother are so wicked.
they drink and swear, and make me so
unhappy. DO pray for them, sir" "lcs."
sad the missionary "we will both pray
torthem; for God hears prayer, and he
can break the rocky heart. lie then kncIt
beside her bed, and breathcd the earnest
desire OF their hearts to God. When
prayer was ended, she took from under
the bundle of rags which formed her pil-
low small hymn-book, and read several
OF the pleasing verses which were cheering
the dark passage through which she was
passing to glory.
Two days after, the missionary again
went up the dark staircase. His heart
was happy, for he felt that one of his
Masters little ones was there. The door
was opened by the mother, in whose face
he saw the look of grief; the window was
darkened, but sufficient light remained to
show a small elm coffin, which was placed
in one corner of the room, partly covered
by ,hect. WHAT" said the missionary,
"and is she dcad?" Yes" said the mother
"she died the night You were here. /
was sitting by the fire, when she asked
me to listen to a hymn she was often
reading:
"Come let us join our cheerful songs,
With angels round the throne"
Her cough prevented her from finishing
the hymn. She lay down upon her bed,
and about an hour after she died like a
ldm6." While the mother was speaking,
the father came in. The missionary told
them about their child's concern for their
salvation, and asked them if they intcn.
ded to follow her to heaven. The appeal
made them sob bitterly, and they knct
while prayer was offered in their be-
half
The following Sabbath her body was
laid in the grave. Her teacher, and
wenty scholars from her Sabbath School,
followed with the mourncrs; and when
the clergyman had finished the burial
service, they sung the hymn which ush-
cred her happy spirit into the presence of
her Savior
Come let us join our cheerful songs.
with angels round the throne"
My dear young readers, perhaps YOU
have more blessings than this little girl
had. You have kind parents, who want
10 lead you to Jesus, and to see YOU hap
py in him. Your Heavenly Father has
given you a comfortable home, and a !
great many things to make you happy.
But do you love Jesus9 Do you, like this
little girl, delight in praying to Him.
Will you seek to meet her in heaven?- |
Chitdren's Missionary Magazine.