Delaware weekly Republican. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1841-188?, 1857-05-07
WHOLE NO. 1,01s.,
Religious.

FATHER, Look AT ME-, YOUR LOST CHILD.-A
| congregation while listening to discourse
| from the writer, was interrupted by the en-
trance of a servant, who hastily approached the
pulpit, and delivered note to the minister,
and requested him to read it Immediately. The
pastor having read the note, informed tho con-
| gregation that Miss - was very i'll, and nigh
unto death, and was expected to survive only
few hours; that she had expressed an earnest
wish to see him and that her physician who
had written the note, added in a postscript,
sCome sooA, or it will be too late."
| This was sad intelligence to him who had
often sought to lead this young lady to Christ,
| but as he feared without success. As quickly
as it could be done with propriety, the exer-
| cises of the sanctuary were closed, and he with
| a heavy heart hastened to her home, six miles
distant. No bright smile illumed that face,
but its dark gloomy aspect gave certain signs
of a deeper darkness within she was in a low
mutterng delirium, unconscious Of pain, OF
peril.
That day two weeks ago she was seen in the
sanctuary; and as she departed from the house
of God, she smiled and laughed, as though she
had heard not the solemn discourse from the
text, s'Beware, lest that come upon you which
is spoken of in the prophets, Behold, ye des-
| pisers, and wonder and perish.' Alas, how
changed The pastor spent the whole night
\ by her bedside, hoping for lucid interval, in
hut no such interval occurred. Many were
the prayers offered, and the tears shed on that
sad night.
At length the day dawned; and as the first
beams of the sun shone into that dreary cham
Der, her reason suddenly returned she looked
intently on each person in the room, and then
fixing her eyes in most earnest, solemn gaze
on her pastor, she said, 81 understand yes, /
know all am nearly gone, and-I-am-un-
donel You are clear Of my blood" The gos-
pei scheme of salvation was exhibited, and
urged upon her acceptance; but her mind de-
clined embracing it; she seemed to be wholly
indisposed even to make an effort, being under
firm conviction that it was now sstoo late" to
find peace with God.
She was evidently sinking fast, and lay quiet
for about twenty minutes, when she asked for
her father. He had left the room some time
before this, being unable to repress his agonz-
ed feelings in her presence. Poorman; he was
not Christian not relying himself in this try
ing hour on the Christians only SUPPORT, he
could offer no consolation to his dying child.
He returned to her chamber, and stood reclin-
ing his his head upon one of the toot.posts Of
her bedstead. After silence of few mo-
ments, interrupted only by the sound Of her
quick respiration, she said, in a distinct tone,
'sFather." After short pause she again said,
E'Father, look at me, your lost child, and be
warned. That spoken in the prophets has come
upon me lam perlSnlng. He could endure
no more, and was borne from the room a bro
ken hearted man.
As the end approached, she became more
and more alarmed; as her sight began to fail,
she insisted on having candles lighted and plac-
cd near her; and as the chilla& death crept
over her, she would beg her 10 sit close
to her, and hold her hands, p her warm
and not let her die. once exclaimed,
ssThere / am-almosfs This will not
do; you must not lets can't die. AL
most with her last h8 Mhspered, ssI
can't die l''
This brief sketch u Of agony,
have written as WARNING ~ thosc who are still
negecting the 'great salvation" Unconvert-
ed reader, will you not take heed Have you
| not cause of immediate alarm2 How soen and
| suddenly fear and anguish may come unto you.
How soon that may be fulfilled on you which
was spoken by the mouth of God: "I also will
fear calab saHf viii pnay n9aps s when your
but will not answer.'' Have you no reason
to fear the awful judgment Of the Spirits de-
parting from youl And have you one word
TO say against his Justice if God should, in his
holy anger, desert you this very momenti Oh,
poor thoughtless one, despisng the Lord, that
bought you, hasten with deep lamentation to
| your Saviour's feet; now return
"'Tis madness to delay;
There are no pardons in the tomb,
And brief is mercy's day" ]. M.