Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1855-01-17

for blood. Night and day, often without food
or sleep, did they scour the streets, rudely en-
ter houses, and watch with eaglc-eye the least
suspected.
In the face, however, of all this-they dis
coursed as follows.
s.WeIl, father think can give up ALL
think l can-I'll try
awe can do all things, through Christ
strengthening us, my dlughter,-pray to him. .
~ did, father, as we'll as | know how; aud,
o! do think he heard me, for a strange joy
seemed all at once to fill my soul, and I've not
felt so sad since. Is this the way he hears US,
father ~
s.He mostly hears us in the thing we ask for,
and sometimes grants our request at the
time of our asking, if it be agreeable to his
Willis
ssThen he surely did hear me, and grant my
request, too. I asked him to ease my heart
of my sins, and don't feel them any more,
like did,
Good be praised, my daughter, that it is
500
80 what a kind, good Saviour he is! I
know I've been a wild, foolish, frolicksome
creature, fond Of dress and pleasure; but
think l can give up all now for his sake. l
ihi,lt so-I'll try"
EsOur faith don't require us to make even the
smallest sacrifice for nothing, my daughter
Heaven will repay with pleasures infinitely
more exquisite and satisfying, and even one
sight of its glorics Will more than compensate
for all our trials and sufferings.''
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believe i'll do believe It now, father, Think
THE Lord help you, my daughter"
.sWhat a strange world, father. that must
be! Eve been trying all day to picture out its
beauties, and yet can't sec what makes it so
happy and delightful
.:It's because there no sin there-no curse"
':And is it sin that makes this world so un-
happy to US, father ?''
eyes my daughter, this world was once
Paradisc-eyery thing was lovely and man
was as the angels, till he sincd. Then the fair
and bcauteous face Of nature became changed,
and man became miserable, just as you see.''
AS the Angels! who are they ~
"a sinless race. They dwell in Heaven,
and they are sometimes sent to minister to us
in our wants and sufIerngs.'
Here there was that peculiar, steady gaze
into the fathers facc,-that thinking, notion
less stare, such as often follows the hearing Of
something new and wonderful.
s.-Aad do you really think, father, Fiducia's S
in that strange world now,-in Heayen?''
''Yes, my daughter, l think sol kaog SO!
90, how happy How much better than if
she were still in this wicked place.
'sYes, my daughter, nothing could induce
her to return again to earth, to remain upon it
not even her agonizing loye for little Ware" !"
"sBut it seems SO strange that the body may
be all burnt to ashes, and yet the soul escape
and live in another world-Iiye forever, too!
Don't it seem so to yourself, father ?''
..It did, my daughter. at one time,-it does
SO even now. But with God all things are
possible
MY poor, dear sister, then, surely lives
lives in heaver-you don't doubt it. father l''
SsNo more than do my own present exis-
tence. saw her last night in a vision, on my
bed. She stood at my side, and smiled, and
looked so happy, and told me not to weep
more. She then leaned over and took little
Ware up-in her arms, and kissed him, and
pressed him fondly 10 her bosom, and then,
returning him again to your mothers arms,
kissed us ALL and vanished away
Again, there was the same staring, inquir-
ing gaze in the fathers face.
sin vision You mean you dreampt it,
father?''
81 suppose 50, my daugbter,-so, at least,
people would say
''We can't come back from the strange, hap
py world, even if we would-can we, father ?''
''There are many mysterious things in the
details of our faith-not fully revealed to us
in our present state, because not necessary to
be known. L not therefore, prepared TO
speak positircIy.''
o, I'd like to hink it, at any rate, father
1t wouldn't make the dear Saviour love me
less, would If %
'ENo, my daughter, it's harmless thought
not to say that there are many good reasons
for believing it,
s.Then I'll JeIiece tits so delightful
ssYou may, my daughter. l can hardly
doubt it, since the sight l had last night, and
the comfort il has impaired to my soul. Why
may not mother be appointed the guardian
spirit of her child, and may not heaven, in
mercy, grant them such angel visits ?''
II know Fiducia was SO good, so gentle and
kind to US all, and loved little Ware so dearly,
it would be no more than right in her case,
at least, father. But, how strange these things
are -
''Yes,my daughter, they indeed new
and STRANGE IN ne Romons-hrt they are bless
ed, glorious things and, blessed be God that