Delaware Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1843-1874, 1866-11-19
No. 3l5 Marke Street. wilmington Delaware.


"Look here, child, where did you learn that
sougT
"hy mother learnt it to me-"
Aud do you suppose thereis such placer
know there is; I'm going to sing there .
"0oing to sing theref"
Yes, sir; we shall ell sing in Heaven, father
and mother both said So"
Where does yeur father live, child ?"
a. 10 Heaven"
Your mother"
"she went too, last spring." while the tsars
dropped over the thin cheek.
John Hunter was SILENT his eyes were brim.
ming over.
"Who do you live withf'
"f live with grandma now, but II wont be
for long"
Why so2 What makes you talk so p
~ have Just such cough as mother had
When she went she said IL would not be long.
There won't be any pain up there, sir.''
How do you know"
| The Bible tells US So"
John Hunter had a praying mother his heart
travelled bsckwardj once more be knelt at her
knee, aiBp le hearted child, Where was that
mother now2 Years ago she had gone to her
rest, her last breath futtering out in prayer
for her only son.
| The little boy turned to go
"Shild, have you been to supperp
"Grandma will be waiting for me-"
"Have you no overcoaf2"
"fhese are all the clothes I have, SIR"
Bis father was an orgauis.," said Jasper
Shumann. The mother was also musician,
but shey were both in consumption when they
landsd. They were not here long"
Along the snowy streets, down In the dark
alleys, walked John Hunter, q little tremb bling
childs hand 10 his.
At an cid dingy tenement they stopped -
Up broken. creakiug stairs they climbed.
Here we are, and here 10 grandma" said
the boy, as the door Jared on its hinges and
an old woman tottered across the room.
80, Harman, has auythiug happened to
| "oaly this kind gentleman came home with
me,y and again tie shght body was raoked
with that terrible cough
Poor child poor child" and the grand
motlsr held out her arms to the little sufferer
John Hunter bad taken il all In, the want
anu care that had driven the parents to their
graves. II was nc place fer him. nI'I see
yoa again soon," aud he groped bis way down
stairs.
He did not forget his promise. All that
money could do was done; bat 1t was too late.
Harman was dying of disease, the grandmother
of want aud misery
The winter had not gone when we fad John
Hunter and Jasper Schuman again walking the
| streets together. No longer 10 q fashion a. BILE
square, but through lanes and alieys till they
came to the gloomy building where lived Har-
man Stein. They bad not seen his face at the
window, and il looked than ever as they
mounted the stsirs.
A slight rap at the door did not arouse any
one The room was not empty as they had al
fret thought. Hsrman lay on the bed, the cold
clammy sweat standing on his forehead while
his checks we're crimson.
"I vac in hopes 10 6nd you better, child u
40, no, sir did NOT expect to get well -
Mother said we should all meet up there."
Tue eyes of the two gentlemen met, and il
would be difficult to cay which felt the mos
deepls.
You have been so kind | should like Ia
sing 'tos you; but l can't sing auy more, II
hurts me; 1t won't be so there"
"l Ia there any one you expect TO meet thefe?'
asked John Hunters friend.
" The blessed Jesus; shall meet him; moth el
said h. loves little chill reu'
And you love him D. asked jasper Schu-
mann with trembling voice.
q Love him when he has taken care of q,
ever since they WENT away Some days grand
ma and had nothing to eat but we knew hs
would not forget US; and at night when VIZ
could no, sleep for the cold, we oould think Of
him and of what they were all doing q there
Mother said il was such q beautiful place
more beautiful Than anything we had ever
seen" Tie blue eyes closed YEARLY,
"There is something in this" said John
Hunter children are not led away by theil
imaginat;ons; aad if thore is heaven where
will my portion be2"
"You love Jesus said H4rman, addressing
the hardened akeptic "Ey .rybody that loves
Jeaas will be thore. o, | AN so happy"
With a little sigh his eyes again clo3ed
"Are filth and hope nothing" asked Mr
Schumann, pointing to tbs face taking on suct
strange beauty.
To feel as that little boy does | would
gladly give all possess" was the broker re-
sponse.
"And this you can have without money and
without price. Yisld your stubborn will, your
ekeptica! doubts and accept the offer of mercy
There was no answer; the shadow of death
rested over that little room
The physician Mr.. Hunter had called, came
10 and shook his hsadi it needed no great skill
| to sec that the mesJenger was near.
Presently the hands moved, the eyes opened
40 there ia mother and there are the an
gels they arc comiug Tor me-
The voics was gone, the hands we're still
but ihe celestial bris ishtness fingered yet on th'
face.
"You cannot doubt the reality of something
here more than this world eau givc," said Mr.
Schumann.
at is lncomprehensible," said John Hunter
4" Neither eau longer doubt the reality of I
religion that can comfort, sustain, and rende
triumphant death like thil"
Not many days, and the aged grandmother
followed.
John Hunter is still leading man aud
politician ; but he is no longer skeptic.
His days are filed up with usefulness. mo
for myself, but for Others" is his motto an,
when h dies the world will be better tor hi