The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1880-06-26

W naJ nave L TO live FOR T. was de.
manded.
"Frst, and foremost, to live fot heav-
en-, said the visitor.
"Are you my Judge ?"
mo- Judgment is with Him WHO
knoweth al! hearts,
but you sit In Judgment"
THAT no mortal can do. AS yoiir
! Book Of Life is, SO will be your judg-
mpnt, when the book is opened. And
who writes in this book ? Not God;
nor an angel; but you alone. Every
day and every hour your hand Is max
ing a record. You have been writing
in it steadily morning moon and night,
during the past three months in which
you have been sitting here, idle in all
save this-sitting in the shadow OF your
giiei. How will this writing appear,
when the book of your life is opened,
| in the presence of God and the angels
Will it bear history of good deeds, Of
| loving ministrations Remember, that
even the cup of cold water has its re-
ward; and also remember: that the
servant who hid his one talent in the
earth, instead Of gaining by its use 9TH
er talents was cast into the outer dark.
ness. speak plainly, my friend, be-
cause infinite and eternal things are in
vOlved in all the circumstances of our
! lives We cannot sit down, folding our
hands in sad inacion, saying that we
have nothing to live for, and be blameless
before God. He will not accept this
record in the book of our lives In place
of good deeds done to his children"
The mourner, restless hnd impatient
little while before, now sat very still.
| This daily writing in her book of life
was new thought to her; new and
startling thought. II this were indeed
true, what of the Judgment when it was
opened in her last day?
"Your work done /? Nothing to live
! FOR ?" continued the visitor, as she saw
| that her words had found a lodgment.
"My dear friend God says to you
now, as he has been saying to you
every day that You have been idly sor.
rowing in this chamber of gtiet, The
harvest truly is great, but the laborers
are few The life of beavbh Is not "a
! life OF useless repning, but of action and
good deeds. Your children are in
heaven. If you would meet them there
| you must arise and move onward in the
way to heaven"
"What can | do ?" There was a
hopeless, almost desparing look in the
mothers face. "What can do ?" she
repeated.
'lf there is a willing heart. God will
see that the hands are not idle for lack
of work." was answered, Gle has
motherless children, as well as childless
mothers to care for. II there is mothers
love in your heart, let 1t have free course
in blessing. DON'T bottle it up, use.
less thing and burdensome to cary;
but give it free course, and like stream
gushing forth in the desert, it will
| quicken thousand sweet blossoms of
love into beautiful existence"
Take the child of stranger to my
bosom? Give my children's place to
another? No-ho-nO ! | cannot bear
the thought. Sacred to my own dear
babes Shall their mothers breast re-
main. No other head must find pill
low there. Anything but that / Any
thing but that -
And the mourner turned her face
away, aud hid it from sight; mhrmur-
| ing as she did so, "If this i, asked of
mo- it is more than l can give "
IAN children are alike precious in
the eyes of God and his angels" said
the friend.
But the mOurnPr gave 70 response.
land what is mother-love but Gods $
| love flowing into the mothers heart (?
1t is not her love, but His; and all it's
pure intensity, its deep blessedness, is
from Him, to the end that His children
may be tenderly cared for, And He
can give, and has given, this deep bles
sedneSs, even where the babe has not
been flesh of the flesh and bone of the
bone. He will give ii to you again, it
you take TO your loving breast tender
infant whose mothers heartis cold and
pulseless. l know where there is such
an infant. l looked, to-day, into the
heaven OF its soft Glue eyes; on its pure
white forehead, shaded by rich clusters
OF Chestnut hair; on its cheeks, ruddy
as spring flowers, on. its lips, that felt
like devourinS with kisses. | looked
at it, and thought of the happiness it
could bring 10 your heart; and of the
life of neglect, and suffering, and evil
that you might change into one of heaV.
en.infrsed delight
There was sign of interest in the
mourner.
81 have rarely seen a sweeter babe.
1t lay ON Il pillow beside its poor moth
when she died last night. SHE would
have IL there; and her last look was
upon its sleeping face; and ohl what a
tender, yeGrning, ,sorrowing look it was;
for she knew, that it must be left be-
hind with stranger hearts"
The image of that living babe and its
dead mother touched the INT urner's
feelings. She moved uneasily, and
then turned her eyes upon the face of
her visitor.
What wifi be done with the chlld?"
she asked.
"HeaSen only knows" was the ans
wer.
"Where is it?"
"With poor woman until after the
burial. But she has babe of her own
and cannot keep it. Some one spoke
of the aims house. But 7 have seen
the condition of Infants there. No, it
shall not be taken to the aims house,"
Nothing more was said for nearly a
minute; aud each sat looking upon the
loor, busy with her own thoughts.
II wish you could see that babe, :"
said the visitor.
But there was no reply. Another
long silence followed.
"a sweetrr babe my eyes have never
rested upon for a long long time"
Still the mourner sat, with her eyes
upon the aoor.
May l bring him for yon to see?"
"Why do that? l don't want the
child !" The mourner spoke with slight
impatlence, and the manner of one who
was moving in certain direction
against her will.
1T will do your heart good to look
open his baby face, in which he even
smiles back upon you as from q mirror
You don't Ehoa what a eherub he is"
Nay, to the proposition, was not said
positively, though yea was withholden.
An hour afterward, aud there was
light in the chamber which had been
shrouded for days and weeks in funeral
gloom light coming in az the windows,
aud light born Uf love in the chamber
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