The Trinity journal., 1856-03-15

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Big BAR, March s. CosNopoIITE.
The Father, you have talked
with me many times about my little brother
and sister, and promised me, too, that some
time | should go with you and see where
they sleep, as you call it. You say that you
buried them side by side, deep in the cold
ground You have told me that they were
beautiful children, and that you loved them
better than everything in the world besides :;
and because you loved them so much, you
buried them in the loveiest place you knew.
Will you not go to the little graves with
me? want to see our place of rest
Yes dear, l will go now and show you
where my folded blossoms lie
DO you think, father, that a third mound
would make you very unhappy"
Father does not wish to realize the feel
ings he should have then, though he should
pray for strength to bear it, he knows that
he could not be reconced'
But, my own dear father, did you not tell
me the other day, when | complained pet
tshly of headache and said that | did not
see why | was SO afflicted, that it was to
make my heart better 1t was to try my
patience, and teach me to be thankful when
| was in good health And you said, too,
father that it was my heavenly father, who
SO chastened me, and that | must remember
that He would not cause pains in the head
or heart unless it was right and well for me
Now, father, if there should be another grave
there-will you not say to me from your
heart, what you try to make others feel who
have troublc-that it is well"
L will do all | can towards it, my Oar
ling
And then the father took the little darling
lamb by the hand, and walked with her to
the graveyard And when they came to a
small piece ofground which was neatly fenced
about, within which stood a perfect little
monument, upon which was engraved the
two short but sweet names of Willy and May
they stopped, and large generous tears
rolled down the parents checks.
This calm, indeed, this holy quiet must
teach us resignation. Father, wilI>yor mot
tell me how it is that you are sure that one
part of us remains here, and the other part
goes to heavenH
1T is but the earthly form that we cherish
here, but the soul, the immortal, returns to
Him.
4 know, father that is what you have
told me great many times, but | want
something surer. You never saw a spirit 90
to heaven! So how can You know itY
Gods word, my child, tells us So
Yes | know it says so; and know that
you feel it is so. And angels have told me
in my dreams that | too should see. Look,
father, here is my beautiful flower, which |
priced above everything in this world, beside
you and my mother 1t died, as you know,
more than a week ago, but | have kept it
safe, for | wanted to bury it with your bios
sons How much | hope that if ever | 20
to heaven, | may see it there
And she took the little persisted flower
from the paper she had SO carefully wrapped
it in, and buried it in the moss upon the
monument
Father, the night before this flower died,
a beautiful something appeared to me in a
dream | thought that it must be an angel.
Such face! No painting was ever half so
lovely. 1t did not speak, but it gave me
such look of welcome, that | wanted it to
take my hand and lead me away On its
right and on its left there was little baby
angel, and if all you have told me is true, |
think that it must have been my little brother
and sister Just before it vanished it held
its hands towards me, and | thought that |
saw shadow lying upon them; and soon it
became very beautiful flower, and then the
form of child, thought, but it was so
shadowy could not tell But, father, when
l found in the morning that my SO cherished
flower was dea6, did almost feel that it
would live again, and that the angels came
to tell me, that might not mourn