Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1854-10-11
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CHAPTER III.
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Just as the rite ended the door suddenly
opened, and middle aged woman entered
She fixed her eyes, for . moment, on the youth
who still stood on the floor, with his thoughts
raised to heaTen. At . glance, she seemed to
comprehend what had taken place; and, rush
ing forward, threw her arms around his neck,
exclaiIning: so, my SONNY son heaven
hath heard thy mothers prayers
eyes. mother,'' said he. s.rejoce with me.
Ny thoughts bid ME hither o-night; and am
now OF thy faith and BAPTISM
For some time, little else was heard than the
.veepings of over-joyous hearts, mingled with
many humble expressions Of gratitude and
praise.
Amother's prayers in truth, hat; been heard.
The son of He'll rejoices in hopes OF a better
life Of his own accord, he had come to tell
the man of God the story Of his anxieties, and
to receive the rite OF baptism at his hands.
His mothers anxiety, after time, had led
her to follow his steps, as she had followed him
with her prayers; and she had entered as rela-
ted.
"t is meet" said Prythcus, ssthat thanks
should be givcn;'' and raising his eyes to hea-
ven, and then closing them, they all knelt
down--the mother by the side Of her son,
with her arms still around his neck.
Whe can comprehend the depth and inten-
sity Of a mothers loveI Neither the utmost
deformity of person, nor loss Of reason, nor
the most reckless course Of life can sunder
the mysterious tic that binds her to her oh-
spring Even the rottenness Of the grave on
" serves to endear them to the soul, in the ey-
ery-day and hours remembrance OF their liv-
iag forms; nor do they cease in their fond rec
elections, till they lie in death by their side,
and join them II the spirit world.
This love, in the Of a pi0us mother,
while it searches out ways and means, aud
manifests itself in every conceivable and pos
sible manner; yet, in nothing, perhaps, Is 1t
more apparent, than in their longing, restless
desire to see them make choice Of that s'good
part'' which shall never be taken from them.
This choice, sincerely and voluntarily made
bya child, is more comfort to such mother,
than ifthe world had lavished its choicest hon
c.s upon them or cast its millions st their feet.
Such consolation, in its greatest fullness,
this widowed mother had at this moment; and
az Prytheus gave his parting blessing, we can
readily conceive with what heartfelt gratitude
she clasped the hand Of her boy, and returned
quickly to the quiet OF their home
Nor will il be deemed trespass, should We
follow them few moments, and look into
their little private chamber.
They are both knel: down. The mother:
arm is again around the neck of her son. The
face of each is up-turned to heaven; and the
rays of a purer and holier light than of earth
seems to be shedding its radiance upon them
The mothers lips are moving in the earnes
out-soings of her heart in gratitude to God
and in PRAYER for blessings upon herself aHt
child. e4 =-55i7r e5i.
Now they have quietly risen from their knees
The mothers countenance is still lustrou:
With the descending rays, while her boy is vi
ping the tears from his eyes.
oBut come my son." said she, sit is NEE
that heaven should be praised in song
In A few moments, the old harp of He'll
which had accompanied him in his wander
ings, and cheered his heart in many an hou
of its sadness, was standing on the floor, ant
his son seated by it.
s.Let our hearts go forth in praise" sai'
she, sin the words Israel's sweetest singer
thS LU0 u my cheP6sfu-1iu PiSSSii'A' ---
delicate fingers were softly touching it
strings, and the little chamber was filed will
the melodies Of an air, which recalled th'
memories of by-gone days, and praised Go.
tn inspired verse.
When they came to the fourth verse-s.Yes
though l walk through the valley and SHADOW
Of death, yet will fear no ill''-the swee
plaintire voice of the boy slightly faltered
and big tear or two rolled over his check
But when they had finished the Psalm, he re
turned, and repeated the verse alone-singinl
with loud, clear voice, while smile of Joy
played on his frightened features.
eyes, my child, = said the mother, eve must
all walk through that valley
al should think it wouldn't be dark now
ncther,'' said he, booking UP pleasantly int
her face.