Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1880-12-20

age. Nothing mOrDld, nothing uu
about him. His vol Q lou lest and his foot
swiitest on the pla! ground. Often he
has come into my house and thrown
himself down on the floor in an exhaus
tion Of boyish mirth; and yet he was a
Christian, consecrated to God, keeping
his commandments. That is the kind
of childish piety believe in. When
the DAYS of sickness came suddenly, he
was told that he could not get Well, he
said: 'Jesus alone can save me, Jesus
will save me. lie has saved me. Don't
cry, mamma. i shall 20 right straight
up TO heaven" And then they gave
him glass OF water to cool his hot lips,
and he said; mamma, l shall take a
draught from the water OF life after
awhile OF which il one drink he shall
never get thirsty again. lay myself at
Jesus feet, and want him to do jus.
what he thinks best to do with me"
In those days "Rest for the weary" was
new hymn, and he had learned it
and in perfect ecstacy OF soul in his last
hour
he Cried Out:
In the Christians home In glory
There remains q land of res:
There my - vior's gone before M,
To fulfill my souls request
There is rest for the weary.
There is rest for you.
Sing, oh sing, ye heir OF glory,
Shout your tri Imphs as ye go;
Zinn's gates are open for you,
You shall find an entrance through.
There is rest Tor the weary,
"There is rest for YOU, papa; there is
rest for YOU, mamma" And then, put
ting his hands over his heart, he said:
"Tes, there is rest for me. And then
he asked them to read: The Lord is my
shepherd, | shall not want. lie maketh
me to lie down in green pastures, and
leadeth me beside still waters" and he
cried out, 80, death, where is thy sting!
0, grave, where is thy victory" Only
ten years old! And then he said: "Now
wish you would just turn this bed, 81
[ can look once more on the foliage and
see the sun set" And they turned the
bed, and he said: 81 do 81 wish thar
Jesus would hurry and coma, and take
me- They said to him: why, are
you not willing to await tho Lords
timeo" EYES," he said, IL am; but |
would rather Jesus would come aud
hurry and take me-" And so with a
peace indescribable, he passed away
On, there is nothing SAL about a
child's death, save the grief IN the par
pnt's heart. You see the little ones 90
right ont from world of sin and suffer
Ing, to world OF joy. How many sor
ro ys they escape, how many temp,a
ito 1s, how many troubles, Children
dc ,d are safe. Those that live are in
pc il. We know not what dark path
n-y may take. The day may come i'll
which they will break your heart. But
children dead are safe-sals forever
Weeping parents, do cot mourn too bit
tsrly, over your children that are gone.
There ara two kinds OF prayers made al
the chld's sick bed. Our prayer the
Lord likes; the other prayer he does not
like. When a soul kneelS down at a
child's sick bed and says: 80 Lord,
spare this little one; he is very near To
my heart; | don't want to part with
him, but they will be done, that Is
the kind OF prayer the Lord loves
There is another kind OF prayer which |
have heard men make, IN substtncc
when they say: 80 Lord, this isn't
right; it's hard TO take this child; you We
no right to take this child; spare this
child; can't give him up, and | won't
give him up" The Lord answers that
Kind OF a PRAYER sometimes. The child
lives on and lives on, and travels off in
Paths of Wickedn IS
to perish. At the eni OF every prayer
for child's life, say: "rhy will, o
Lord, be DONE
TIE brightest lights that can be kim
died Cnris, has kindled. Let ia, Old and
YOU NJ, rejoice tha, heaven is gathering
up 50 much that is attractive. In that
far land we are not strangers. There
are those there who speak our names
day by day, and they wonder why so
lon we tsrry. Ii co aid counl up the
names Of all those who have gone out
from these families into the kingdom OF
he ,ven, it would take me all night to
mention their names. A great multi.
tude before the throne. You loved
them once; you love them now, and
ever, and anon. You think you hear
their voices calling you up ward. Al.
yes, they have gone out from all these
families, and you want no lcos 10 tell
you of the diving experience al Christian
children. You have heard il; it has
been whispered in your ear. o. Father!
U, Mother, o.. Brother. Q, Sister. To-
ward that good land all Christians are
bearing. This swapping ot heart-strinss,
this flight OF years, this treal oi tie
heart reminds US that We are passing
away. Under spring blossoms and
through summer haryests aud across
autumna leaves and through the wintry
snow banks We are passing on. Oh, re.
ioice at it, children oil tod, rejoice at it /.
How We shall gather them no, the lovei
and the lost! Before We mou'' our
throne, before We drink from the ioun-
tain, before We strike the harp OF our
eternal celebration We will cry olt /:
"Where are our loved and our lost?'
And then how We shall gather them up.
Oh! how We shall gather them up!
In this lark world Of sin and pain
We only meet TO part ss un:
But when We reach the heavenly shore
We there shall meet TO part no more.
THE hop, that we hall zee that Gay
Should chase our prekent iefs away;
When these short yelrr Il pai1 are past
wen Net before De thleas at hst"