Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1867-05-04
ChiIfiren's Denil.-bed DIS.

ChlluIeH, "ueH dPP'odI"l"s Wv
Of heaven, are not SO great sufferers as
we imagine True, -;hey may experience
pain. bu, i, is just as meFcIiul as The Ia"
Of pleasure. The pleading look. The
bel pless dependence. and The cllDglng
love, may call up from the heart OF mater
nsl affection tears Of sympathy but
these outsards manifestations may be
more on sceoun, Of those who weep a.
round lbeir beds, then for themselves {;
still, we cannot keep lbe eyes from
swimming in tears as we bend over these
drooping flowers, TO afford 'hem some re-
lief I; keep lheir feet from going down IN
10 The dark valley.
Liule children are full of faith and trust
in God, especially when they glide down
10 the brink Of The river of death. To
see these lille ones pass cheerIuIiy on,
trusting in The assurance thai 'aey viii
live and bloom forever in the paradise OF
God, elevaIes our hearts, robs death oil lis
gloom, and takes away ihe terroEs OF the
grave.
Who has moi stood by the bedside Of
The dying children, and been thrilled with
singular testimonies that they were con-
scious Of Tie presence Of others than NOR
tai yisilanls /! The glory Of their sunset
on earth seems TO open the highway that
is by angels lrod, and UnbaI the gates OF
that city whose builder and maker is God.
Often when the mortal vision begins TO
grow dim, they see, and are delighted
with the light and beauty Of the spirit
orld II see now day is come" salt a
little boy bIind from his birth, when dy'
ing. The father inferred from his iha!
The child was better. But an hour pass.
ed and he was with the angles. When
the light Of heaven began 10 dawn upon
the spiritual vision Of another hltIe boy,
though gasping in death, he exclaimed ::
Sing, mother, sing Jerusalem, my hap
py home" His mother had often breath.
ed words Ger his cradle bed but when
The fell thSl his soul was passing on, clasp
ed with lhe Iight Of two shining wings
they were reality to him. With such
music in room where lay IlllIe child
whose race was nearly ron, the shadows
of the grave musl have been lost N the
light OF the ''Asppy," that wss rolling
down into The heart ol him, wIom angels
ere waiting TO robe in white.
IL know that my Redeemer hveth,
said lIllle giGl in sweet tone, 10 her
rather only ,urvivIng earthly parent. A
few moments passed then, in the same
deep, melodious voice she SAID, "Fsther
am cold, lie down beside me, " and The
old man laid down by the side of his dy'
ing child, and she twined Yer emaclated
arms around his neck. and murmured IN
a dreamy voice. "Dear father. dear ia
lhtr." The old man then SAID, MY
child, seest lhou the other shore 3 Il
see it, father, and its banks are green with
immortal verdure." .Uearesl thou the
voice Of It's inhabitants ?' | hear them,
father az the voices Of angels, iaiEng from
afar in the solemn nighttime end they
called me. Mothers voice 100, faiher,-
oh, heard it then" W fh Ihese few
words lheslighl of her life when out, and
she passed into the arms OF her motheF.
have read some here Of another Irall
and beautiful bud. who lost her mother al
an age too early 10 fix the loved features,
in her remembrance. She would often
say. in her lonely moments, when she
enlwined her arms around the neck OF
friend. Nov tell me about mamma
The dew of death soon gathered upon
this lille flower, and as life's sun was GO
ing family down, brightness as from the
orld burst over he chlld's colorless
coun,ensnce. The eyeIids flashed open.
and as che looked piercingly into the far
above, she cried with surprise and trans.
pur, in her lone-"M MOlher - and passed
with the same breath 10 her mothers bO-
som and the joys OF Heaven.