The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1863-11-04
From the Christian Advocate
rHB SLEEPING DAMsEL.

A ruler Of the synagogue Genes to Jesus
and falls at his feet. My little daughter
iieth At the point Of DEATH" 10 the touch.
inc stery which he tel, with depth Of
catAos which only an anxious father can
bseAthe.
With what trembling hope does he utter
his plain petition, "Ceme and lay thy
hands on her that she may be healed. -
Jesus goes bat ere they reached his gios-
my home, q messenger approaches bearing
the sad tidings, Thy daughter is dead.
Why troublest thsu the master any .iur-
thers" Oh sad hour. Pill now that par
eat hoped. fondly hoped. bat hope has He'd.
His last effort to save the loved one has
usvsd fruitless. Death has been too swift.
It's work is done. She is dead! His heart
sickene AZ the thought. Bot Jesus speaks,
g BE not afraid. oaly believe Strange,
mysterious words Bat hePe begins 70
revive. Why, he knows net, tor the chiid
is dead. Bat the master said, !" BE not
afraid"
They are at the door. There is great
tu1alt within. and weeping and many
tears. The fewer Of that family u with
sred-ths fairest, freshest flower OF that
garden. The brightest star Of their little
Sky has gone cat. A Rachel is weeping
,fos her only child. The world is dark 10
her new, for the san Of her life is gene
down forever! Ne wsnder she weeps!-
Whe would not veeps
Bat Jesas speaks again, /" Why make
We this ado and weepf The dsmsel Is not
dead but sleepeth." His voice Is soft and
sweet. and the words fall upon the ear like
music. "Not dead bat slsePeth.' repeats
that mother. How strange those words
yet hsw they thrill!
!" Net dead :" Her heart for the mo-
ment is still. Hsps revives family. "She
s,espeth." Then she may awake. Jesus
approaches 50 softly. A tsar Of sympathy
sparkles like diamond on his cheek, for
Jesus vas accustomed to weep. For the
momeat-O what . moment! the fact Of
death 10 forgotten. Grief 10 suspended,
and tears cease TO dow. Every thsughl
esery feeling is absorbed 10 what is to be
done. Breathless and silent the little CON-
pany gaze upon the calm majestic figure
pfore them. and watch every movemsnt.
He lifts the soft white haad from the snowy
bosom ever which ii 10 folded, and the
msther star.s forward a. her anKioas eye
percsives tbs slight drawing Of muscle.
'Rhe same sweet vsics. Chow sweet! rings
forth, "Talitha cuni,"-Damsel arise.
The bosom heaves. the pale cheek 10 flush
ed, the limbs act. the eye sparkles with liv-
ing FIRE. the sleeper awskss, the night oil
msarnins is gene. the joy Of the morning
has come aad happiness aad hsps sPresa
their white wings yhere bat an hear ags
bfosdd glesuy despair. Such gas ths
prsseaee Of Jesus in ths rsler's hnily OF
that dark day. and such il is 70 this day il
every heasehola where the light Of ths
gospel shinaA
Does an saxiess fa:hsr petition for |
wayvard child, tending sviftly dounwar,
10 the gatss Of death Tks gospel whis
psrs. /" Be net sfraid. only believe" Dee
another bevsil the sstuely departure .
prsaigal from oil the vhslesome restraint
az pisus inHuesce, and lament With bitter
ness the disaPpoiatment Of all her brigh
hopes Of ems unworthy 10 BE- called so
Or dasgbteri The gospel sefdy speaks
She Is not dead bal sleepeth." by il
magic touch the dead 10 trespasses al
siss are raised to holy life. Long sban
dsned hopes revive. and cheer. and bles
aud Animate the suieksa and Responding
NORMAN.