The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1877-05-16

blessed be the name, of the Lord?' Be
a man, William, and don't give way thus. y
Oh! it is difficult to comfort the heart
when the object Of, its dearest affection
is convulsively brenthing the last breath
and nothing can savc-nOt all the gold on
earth, not all the love In the .,nost loving
of human hearts. ,st......
The doctor spoke comfortingly to the
Borrowing father who hung over his dying
child, watching every motion of its little
frame with intense earnestness.E A sud-
den paroxysm, short struggle, and the
tirst-born lay asleep in its mothers arms.
Asleep in Jesus at last! No more should
the feeble breath be painfully drawn, nor
the little limbs racked with convulsive
pain; no more should the bright blue eyes
look lovingly into the mothers. face nor
the sweet voice lisp childish welcome to
the welcomed father aY II vs. 8
The kind doctor had departed, his last
words directing the sorrowful hearts to
that future where they might meet their
beloved one, and the parents were left
alone in the presence of the dead babe;
the father buried his head in his hands
and wept- strong tears such as only a
strong man can weep. o..,l
Willie, the doctors words had the eff
feet Of directing his, thoughts to Him who
alone can comfort the stricken heart, he
still felt that bitterness which self-reproach
always produces. He had allowed the
persuasions of an injudieious. friend, at
whose house he and his wife had spent
the previous evening, to influence him in
partaking Of the sparkling wine. AS is
usual with such temp eraments as his, the
first glass producing reklessness as to re-
suits, he soon reached state when reason
takes. its flight and leaves the object q
helpless victim. - 49,.
The sun rose in all the sparkling brill
fancy ola winter morning, and the, warm
sunlight streamed into the desolate dwell
ing, making it still more ,desolate. Why
did the. sun shine on sorrow like theirs?
All, mourner, does it not lead the weary
soul from this sin clouded world to where
the babe rests lovingly in the sunlight of
its Fathers smiles? "a.
And still the sorrow-stricken father sat
there, his head buried in his hands, as if
to shut out all recollection of his loss. The
tears were bitter tears that trickled
through the clasped hands, but they were
sweet in the relief they brought to re
Fpentant heart. And when his wife went
and knelt beside him and gently whis-
pered, willie" the husband raised his
head, and saw the sweet face looking Low
ingly through its tears into his. ..
:: Oh, Jessie y - ..2s t'''+ .:.
The strong arms were thrown round
her neck, and the bereaved ones in theil
deep sorrow chung to each other with q
stronger love love knit by the bonds
Of death. tIT H. r.,
By the side Of their dead babe, in the
presence of Him who can heal all sorrows
the husband and wife knelt lovingly to.
gether and prayed deep and earnest
prayer, that God helping them another
drop OF the accursed drink should neve,
Eagaln touch their lips. And although the
bright blue eyes were closed, sweet
smile lowered over the dead child's face
an angels testimony that the, prayer had
been heard in its Fathers home. Is.