Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1858-12-22

eW Therfollowing article cannot fail to
touch the tender chords of a Mothers heart.
1t is from the pen Of one whom l would be
glad to hear from again -EDrTREss.
On the Death of my Little Babe.
1t is all over I saw its little quivering
form | heard its little plaintive moan ; and
| looked into its little upturned face, and saw
the beseeching look, as it gazed into my own.
Oh that | could have removed every pain,
and pang of suffering, which that little angel
endured. How gladly would | have borne it
all, to have given ease and comfort to my lit
tie darling babe. 1t was the Lords win that
it should suffer. Let me not question his
goodness OF business. HE sees not as man
seeeth." "His ways are wonderful, and past
finding out" 1t seems to us a mysterious
thing, that such a sweet little innocent crea-
ture, should suffer so much and die. Doubt
less it was to serve some wise purpose. Per-
haps to show us the vanity of all things earth
ly, and the uncertainty of life. Perhaps we
loved it too much, and were in danger of
%worshiping the creature, instead of the Crea-
tor.
We little thought the bud would be severed
from the parent stem, while it was Just be
ginning to bloom. When we drew it unto
our bosom, and pressed it unto our fond
hearts, and kissed it a thousand times a day,
we never thought Of having soon to confine
it within the narrow limits of the grave
When we so tcnderly laid it to sleep in its
little cradle, and softly tucked tn, blankets
around its little plump, rosy form, we never
thought Of the little coffin and winding sheet
that was to forever conceal it from our view
When | laid my face against the little velvet
loLaoG ard ola-p1o4 Rha 1stlla d1pop1a1 hnn6,
and arms in my own, | little thought thes
would now be cold and still in death. Whel
looked into those blue sparkling eyes, AM
witnessed the joyous, happy expression,
never occurred to me, they would soon b
closed in death. | miss it at early morr
when it used to greet me with such fond dc
light. | miss it at eventide, when | loved
much to soothe it to sleep. / miss it at e.
cry step, at every turn. Where'er | go
where'er / do, | feel an aching void With
my breast. How | long once more to elias
the little loved one in my arms, and care
it as Of yore. But alas we had only begU
to love, and appreciate the precious gift
when it was snatched away by the ruthle
hand Of death. 1t was given to us but a fe
short months to gladden. our eyes, and che
our hearts. No wonder we felt sad when v
followed the dear remains of our child to t
graveyard. No wonder our strength almC
failed us, when we heard the clods rattli
down, and forever hiding from our view, t
!, little object, which had become as dear to
as life itself. 1t is not strange that l feel '
ry sad, and the tears will flow, when | fc
! away the little dresses and aprons; the lit
= cloak and stockings, that shielded the tent
:. limbs from the cold and know that its lit
Y bed is made in the cold damp earth. 0
/ the length, breadth and depth Of a parer
y love. Who can fathom it? Yet | wo
:, not wish my little tender lamb on earth aga
: to suffer trials, temptations, and sorrows.
was too pure for earth. 1t was taken in
e purity and innocence while it was alre;
e fit for heaven. know the Saviour has Ia
er it in his bosom, for he said, while on cal
e SfSHteEafTchh ttlH YES Know my little bal
!. happy spirit has been waited to the regi
y of eternal Joy, and bliss. May it be a
" ~ that will bind US to heaven; and may
u5 ere long be welcomed there, by our little
L FAINT, who has gone before. And may it
ert a holy, a sanctifying influence upon
ct lives, and hearts and we be enabled hum
IT to submit TO the affective dispensation.