The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1875-09-30
MOoDY's STRIKING ILLUsTRATIONs.
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IA Hartford mother lay dying!sishe
said she hadla message for her seven
children.&dI believe ,true.hearted
praying mothers areo Heavens best
gift on earth. The children were all
brought in one after the. other: and
turning to her husband, she 3ssid,; deI
charge you, sir, to bring all these
children. home with you;"' If there
lis a man on earth I honor it is the
father who makes sure that his child
rem are to go.with him to glory land.
In the last war a soldier lay upon
the field Of battle, deadly wounded.
He was heard saying, ttH Here There
shere ~ and when asked what; he
ewanted,: answered,T "H.lsh.sh-sh they
are calling the roll ofheaven and. i
am answering to- my 2na,ne. Soon
he was gone?- afWhen Miss Field was
singing 8 s.:Home loft The zsou1;" II
thought of this incident of as dying
man who, making his 9wilg SAID TO
wife and child, I:gise YOU this home-
stead" The littleEchildgstood by the
bedside.and said, Papa, have you a
home in the world you are going to p
H:you> should:he summoned there this
night >have=yea a home there? Think
ofa homeless, Christless'2 soul. 4. No
be little boy in Northfeld's cheerless
street tonight homeless, ,butwhatshou1d
taken into any house" A'man = must
be born of the Spirit before; he enters
heaven. An unregenerate! man TN
heaven would not remain there:d 5It
wou)d'not be'heavenHte@him!. .:Ithfnk
where our fathers had twelve teamnptal
tions we have fifty, Plead with your
children before they leave their homes
fol-. the cities. ..sees that they are con-
yerted. !, Ralph Wells once told: me
oftWo fathers. .7Qne had a sick child.
to whom g l3.s4s he saaid, g :'t'Do you know you
are re2'd1yyn, dyng, my boy:?'", @Will I die to-
niight'2" mig '; i; said the. child, T.: "'Yes.n
''Then | will be with. Jesus. :. Don't
cry, father. When, I get to heaven
l Twill 90 straight to- Jesus and say
that ever: since I can remember i. you
tried e to lead me to him. would
rather have my child bear such: testi-
mony R*' as that than have a monument
of pure gold reared above my grave
from earth to heaven. +, There, was
another father; the world calls him
rich, but oh, how poor he is! :: His
dying boy requested him to::pray for
him and he could not. Now he
would give anything to call him back
and make one prayer. At meeting
in Michigan once, an old man rose
and said he was, sixteen years before,
a missionary in heather country.
His wife died and three children was
left to him. The oldest, a daughter
of ten years, asked, when it came
Sunday, if she should take the other
children into the bedroom, as mother
used to, and pray with them. So she
led them away-her little brother and
sister. He noticed when they came
out Of the room they had all been
crying, and asked why. The eldest
said that they had all prayed in turn,
and when it came Nellie's turn (the
youngest,) she had not been taught
yet by her mother to pray, but she
folded her hands of her own accord
and said, "Dear Jesus, you have ta-
ken away my mamma, and have no
mamma to teach me how to pray.
Won't you come and make me good p
That little child before she was four
years old gave unmistakable evidence
that she was . Christian. Oh, moth
ers and fathers, won't you teach your
little children to pray, that at last
your names and theirs may be found
written in the Lambs book of life?
N. Y. Herald.