The daily Green Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1861-1865, 1863-08-12

he leaves behind. Before him stretches ont
that long, restless painful pilgrimage of be-
lug, and neither he himself nor they who wall
around his couch can tell in what disgusting
and hateful form he may next appear before
them.
There is one aspect Of Christianity to which
even the skeptc must allow beauty worthy
to be divine-.the sweet hopes it inspires in
regard to those who die in infancy. 10 the
christian view, each little grave is spanned by
the bow of promise and the believing
mother, while the tears of natural affection
drop over the faded form of her little one, re-
oices in its happiness with trust which is
perfect and entire. The church on earth
looking up by the eye of faith to its heavenly
home, beholds its golden streets already
peopIed by bands of angel children, caught
up thlther before they had known the soiing
touch of sin, and finds one of its hottest in.
cltements to courageous endurance and labor
IN the fond hope Of reunion with those early
loved and lost. The darlings in whom our
very hearts live, vanish from the cradle and
the hearthstone but they carry our hearts
with them into the blessed realms of eternal
rest and Joy. How frequently do we remark
on the lace OF "a christian mother who has
lost her children in infancy, peculiar holy
calm, as OF one who, having suffered. has en-
tered into rest. The little feet OF which she
was t1e convoy has reached its destination,
and the immortal quiet Of their haven has
passed Into her own breast.
In place of this, what has the Buddhist
mother ? To her the fate Of her child is worse
than blank; it is full Of distinct horrors.
lis early death is the penalty Of misdeeds in
some former state, and retributive Justice
forces lis spirit downward, she knows not into
what gross and vile form Of bluto existence
. CHRISTIAN mothers think Of your agony of
such parting and as ye gather your babes to
your knee and bosom, aud weep sweet tears
over their early graves, ask yourselves whetb-
er you have done all you could, by prayers
and sacrifices and labors, to extend your hopes
to the desparing hearts Of beathen mothers
But the incident | am about to relate will be
the most efficient plea in their behalf
My missionary friend was residing at Bas-
SEN, on the western coast of Burmah. Near
them lived small Burman family, consisting
OF young married pair and their little child
about two years old. This child was taken
sick and died. A day or two after, the pa
rents attended by some friends, carried the lit.
tie boy into waste place outside the town,
and having constructed funeral pile, they
lad the corpse on it, and burned it to ashes
The mother then scrapcd up the poor remains
with her hands, and spread over them thin
covering OF SOIL Every morning after this,
Tor several days, she was seen by the mission
airy as she passed by his house on her way to
the grave, If such it could be called, some
times with her hair wildly disheveled, and ut.
Ierlng such piteous walls and bowls as can
come only from broken hearted and despair
ing hearthen mother. At length, one morning
whether by chance or purpose he did not men.
lop, my friend had taken his walk in the
same direction, and was standing not far from
me grave when the wretched woman made her
accustomed visit Bending in an agony of dis
ress over the spot where were gathered the
'shes oil her infant boy, she suddenly became
aware OF the presence OF large venomous ser.
'ent, which had probably been attracted thith-
n the weather being chilly, by some slight
warmth in the ashes, and was at the
moment coiled ready for spring, and just
bout to dart its poisonous fangs into her
'and. Starting back with an expression Of in.
ense fear and horror, she fed from the spot,
hrleking as she went : Has my child become
serpent Has my child become a serpent?
Alas alas for the poor heather mother
indeed on the mountains are the
eet of them that publish good tidings that
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