The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-01-16

The Lost Found.

There was once boy in Liverpool, who
went into the water to bathe, and he was
carried out by the tide. Though he strug-
gled long and hard, he was not able to swim
against the ebbing tide, and he was taken
far out to sea. He was picked up by a
boat belonging to vessel bound for Dublin.
The poor little boy was almost lost. The
sailors were all very kind to him when he
was taken into the vessel. One gave him a
cap, another jacket another q pair of
shoes, and so on.
But that evening gentleman who was
walking near the place where the little boy
had gone into the water, found his clothes
lying ON the shore. He searched and made
inquiries but no tidings were to be heard
of the poor little boy. He found piece of
paper in the pocket of the boys coat, by
which he discovered who it was to whom
the clothes belonged. The kind man went
with a sad and heavy heart to break the
news to the parents. He said to the father,
81 am very sorry to tell you that l fonnd
these clothes on the shore and could not
find the lad to whom they belonged; al
most fear he has been drowned" The
father could hardly speak for grief the
mother was wild with sorrow. They caus-
ed every inquiry to be made, but no ac-
count was to be had of their dear boy.
The house was sad the little children
missed their playfellow mourning was Or
dered the mother spent her time crying !;
and the fathers heart was heavy. He said
little but felt much.
The lad was taken back in vessel bound
for Liverpool, and arrived on the day the
mourning was to be brought home. AS
soon as he reached Liverpool, he set off
toward his fathers house. lie did not like
to be seen in the strange cap and jacket and
shoes which he had on so he went by the
lanes, where he would not meet those who
knew him. At last he came to the hall-door
He knocked. When the servant opened il,
and knew who it was she screamed with
joy, and said, "Here is Master Tom !" His
father rushed out, and bursting into tears,
embraced him. His mother tainted "there
was no more spirit in her." What a hap
spent They did not want the mourning.
The father could say with Jacob, "It is
enough my son is yet alive"
But what do you think will be the re-
joicng in Heaven, when those who were in
danger of being lost forever arrive safely
on that happy shore? How will the angels
rejoice and the family of Heaven be glad
Perhaps when some of you will hereafter
go to Heaven, your fathers and mothers,
or brothers and sisters, will welcome you,
and say, 81 am delighted to see you safe,
Welcome Welcome" You will not 90
there like the boy with cap and clothes
Of which he was ashamed, but in garments
of salvation, white as snow with crowns of
glory that fade not away. And what must
you do to be ready to enter Heaven when
you die? Think what it is, and then do it.
But remember the great multitude of
heathen children, who have never heard a
word about Heaven, and who do not know
that there is any Saviour for lost men.
Suppose that you had seen that Liverpool
boy carried out to sea by the tide. How
would you have pitied him Then suppose
you had seen the water full of boys, all
drifting out beyond the reach of human
help. How would your spirit have died
within When you would have turned
away and gone home, how sad you would
feel No pheasant brcad'' could you have
eaten that night. But all the children in
heather lands are drifting hopelessly on
ward can you tell whither?-LoUing
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