Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1867-05-04
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FOR THE COURIER,
Scraps for Children-No. 9.

Scraps for Children-No. Q.
DEAR CHILDREN: l reckon must tell
you something about our Sunday School. We
have about forty bright.eyed boys and girls in
our School already, Notwithstanding the bad
weather, aud our number is increasing weekly.
We have a club Of about fifty copies of the
uSunday School Visitor AN excellent little
paper. Every one Of you ought to take this
or some other good child's papor. Wouldn't
you like to subscribe for the "Sunday School
Visitor" |" Write letter and send it to Rev
\. II. REDFoRD, Nashville, Tennessee" en-,
closing so cents, and he will send you a copy
monthly for twelve months. Or if five of you
will go in together and have your papers di-
reoted to ono address, you will get them at 40
cents por copy, or FIVE copies for $500; or q
club Of 70 copies or more to one address will
only be 30 cents per copy. 1t is nice doub
our School make the sparkling eyes Of our Sun
day School children fairly glsten.
Two Of our littlo Sunday School girls were
made to weep not long ago, and we wept with
them. They had only one little infant broth
CT and he died. lie was a little over year
Old, but had been afflicted the greater portion
Of his earthly existence. This tender babe
was truly child of aaliction, and when he
died his frame was mere skeleton Not long
ago, ,onemorning about o'clock, little GEORGE
(for that was his given name) was lying OH
his grandmothcr's lap, fetching long. ruttling
breatls: These were death rattes. Oh how
solemn to see and hear any one graphing in
the 10y arms of death. 1 was standing by
when he brought the last breath. Here is the
tiny body asleep in death cold embrace, but
where is his soul 7 Bright angels from the
glory world were there and took that lit.le
"A 1oH 70 - n r
Fiction is forever free from pain and death ;
for none of these things are ever known in the
fair olimes where he is gone. Perhaps somo
little child who is reading, or hearing these
lines read, has little infant brother or sister
buried among the pleasant hills Of pickeus
Ah, my littlo friend, your brother or sister is
not dead, but seepeth. And that moulderng
dust will come forth when Gabriel blows his
last loud trump, and join the glorifed spirit in
endless light. And now, while am writing
with tears in my eyes, those infants of days
are making sweet music on high yos indeed,
sweeter than ever we have heard or will hear
in this vale of tears. All who have died be-
fore arriving at the line of accountability, are
th tho glory.clad Mount OF God, and each ono
Of them may be singing-not q | ,cant to be
an Angel" but
81 am an Angel and with tho Angels stand,
a Grown upon my forehead, harp within my hand,
Here right before my Saviour, glorious and 80
bright,
make tho sweetest music and praise Him day and
night"
And now, my dear young friends, before
close this letter [ want to ask you ono qucs-
ton: Arc you trying to get to Heaven p
Remember those of you who know right from
wrong, must refuse the wrong and choose the
right-must repent of your follies and believe
in our Lord Jesus Christ who died for us, and
love this blessed Saviour who loved us so
much. Don't you remember what this Holy
Saviour says in the good Book My son give
ME thine heart ?" Will you do this? If you
will do thus and keep your hearts affections
On Christ, and yourself in His love, you may
say, "All is well.'
JOHN
Maroh 23, 1867.