The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1873-08-16
LITTLE MAMIE.

| Five years ago, there came to Elkton, a
little one, then two years old, who made
our house bright with its joy, and very full
of music with her prattle. She was known
to many of you, and loved by all who
knew her.
For two years 1870, 1871 - Mamie
Rogers was the Joy of our home in New
Orleans. When there, and only five years
old, she could read, and daily read her
part of the Bible lesson, at family worship.
| And the dialogues of the Saviour were
mover more naturally rendered, than by her
sweet voice.
The story of Her beautiful life, and, His
love for little children, had a great attrac-
ton for her. Often has she come running
into my study, with Sunday school sing
ing book in hand, saying:-"If you are to
| busy, uncle, let me read to you one of the
sweetest hymns you ever heard. 1t is
about Jesus, and little children you know"
So she read and so | listened, many and
many time.
Singularly clear minded and correct in
language, she would astonish strangers
with her forcibe words. Bishop Scott,
said he never knew her equal. An &C
complished physician in New Orleans, but
weak in appetite, and sometimes 'erring
through strong drink, called to enquire
the way to the house of patient. She
was not five years old, but ran to open the
garden gate. The Doctor looked amazed
at the "wee- thing" she was, as she said
"Uncle is busy. l can tell you, Doctor
Just go across the first street. Turn in at
the first gate beyond that. The first door
to the right is where the sick man lives"
After laughing at her thankfully he
passed on. She stood at the gate. Soon
he heard her CALLING Doctor, l will
stand here and watch, to see that you go
straight" Her words were an undssign-
| ed admonition and rebuke. He came back
to her, laid his hand on her head saying
tenderly:-" Bless you my little dear,
wish there was always such an angel near
to stand and watch, to see if go straight"
Perhaps she may hereafter be to some
just such an angel, watching at the gate
way of their lifs-path
The last six months Of eastern life, and
her last Sunday school, were enjoyed in
Elkton. where she reached her seventh
year, Feb. 18th, 1878. The next month
Mrs. Rogers took Mamie back where she
was born. to the city of Chicago.
Four months later sad news came from
her grandpa, whose words | copy for the
reading of her little friends in Elkton,
whom she loved so dearly.
Mamie fell sick away from home and
| came back to US to die. She knew it WE'LL
and talked about it without any fear
| Calmly as if a woman grown, she told us
what she wanted us to do with her little
presents.
mamma, will you be very lonesome
when I leave you? ?" "Darling, you don't
want to die and leave US, do you?' "No
| don't want to leave you, but do want
to die and go to Heaven. And l don't
want any of my friends to die before me-
| But aunt Maria is there and uncle Lu YOU
know.
"Grandma, do you ever see any thing
when your eyes are shut and you are not
asleep? do see a great many beautiful
things. Sometimes | see the angels. But
the prettiest thing l ever saw, was God in
| the clouds"
| Her last words with hands stretched up
ward, were "Take me!-take me -
quick !" She died at 8 o'clock, Saturday
afternoon, July 10Th, just seven years and
| four months old. And on the instant her
mamma was overwhelmed with grief, be-
came unconscious of every thing about her.
| On recovering, reason seemed gone, and
all idea of the sad facts was gone from her.
A fever set in and at 12 o'clock that night,
the Doctor feared that the mother would
be buried with the child. But she was
spared.
At Mamie's funeral, the testimonials of
affection were unexpectedly profuse and
deeply touching. She the sweetest flower
but faded, was literally covered with the
choicest beauty of many gardens A flor
est near by, brought boquet worth $25,
and laid it at her feet. A little playmate
put choice wreath upon her breast, mark
ed ain Memory of Mamie" Her uncle
Will laid a floral cross, of exquisite de-
sign, beside her coffin which was eighteen
inches long. But lady of wealth, who
loved the pure and beautiful soul of the
child, brought wreath of such surprising
richness and even splendor, that it seemed
almost to dispel the gloom of the grave
and make even the funeral service, de-
light and joy.
Choice pieces Of appropriate music were
played and sung, while all eyes were bath
ed in weeping, and some hearts sweled
nigh to breaking. Strangers and friends
wept together, as the simple story of her
| short life and sudden death were told them
by the minister.
That task Of weeping has been repeated
many times, by the writer, who in this
memorial of his little darling, very feebly
tells, how dear she was and is to
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