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


CHILDREN AND PARENTS.
How the Child Iightens the Burdens and
Cheers the Hearts OF its Parents-The
Beauties OF Childhood.
Special Dispatch OF the Register.
New YORK. December l9.
Brooklyn Tabernacle was well filled
last night. The opening hymn was:
Come we who love the Lord"
Aud let our joys abound
Subject: "Phe Sun-struck Child"
Text-II Kings, iv, 1890: And when the
child was grown, II fell on day thsi ne went
out to his father 20 the reapers Ana ne saiu
unto HIS father: MY head. my headp And he
sad to q lad. Carly him to his mother. ALd
when he had taken him aud brought him TO MS
mother he SIT on her knee till noon. and then
died
There is at least one happy home in
Shunem. 10 the luxuriance and splen-
dor OF a great house, has been given the
advent of a child. Even when the
Angel OF Lie brings a new soul to tie
poor mans hut, star OF JOY shines over
the marger. Infancy, with its helpless
ness and innocence, had passed away.
Days Of boyhood had come-days OF
laughter and fIolic days OF sunshine
and promise, days OF strange questions,
and curiosity, and quick development
| suppose among all the treasures oil
that house, the brightest was the boy.
One dsy there is the shout Of reapers
heard afield. A boys heart always
bounds AT the sound OF sickle or scythe.
No sooner have the harvesters cut
syath across the field than the lad joins
them, and the swarthy reapers feel
youny again as they look down at the
lad. as bright and beautiful as was Ruth
in the harvest fields OF Bethlehem,
cleaning after the reapers. But the sun
was too hot ior him. Congestion oil the
brain seized on him. i see the swarthy
lahorers drop their sickles; and they
rush out to see what is the matter, and
they fan him and try TO cool his brow,
but all is in vain. In the instant OF con-
sciousness, he puts his hands against
his temples and cries out: "My mead,
INV beair" And his father said: "Car-
nv him to his mother just as any
father would have said; ior our hand Is
too rough and our voice Is too narsn,
and our loot il too large to DOCTOR SICK
child, il there BE- in our hope a gentIer
voice and gentler hand, aud u stllier
footstep, But all of no avail. While
the reapers of Shunem were busy In the
field, there came a stronger reaper that
way, with keener scythe and Tor rlcher
harvest. He reaped only one sheaf, but
Oh, what a golden sheaf was that 1
don't want to know any more aoout
that
Heart-Breaking Scene
than what see in just this one pathet-
Ic sentence: "lie sat on her knees TILL
noon, and then died" Though Hmm
dreds OF years have passed away since
that boy skipped to the harvest held,
and then was brought home aud died
on his mothers lap. the story still thrills
us Indeed, childhood has charm al
vsys and everywhere. 1 shall this even
ing speak to YOU of childhood, its beau
~. its Susceptibility To impression, It's
poyer over the parental heart and Its
tl,ssiul transition from earth to heaven.
The child's beauty does not depend
upon form, or feature, or complexion.
or apparel. That destitute one that you
.aw on the street, bruised with unkind'
ness and in rags, has a charm abont her,
even under her destitu,ion. You have
forgotten many persons whom you met
III finely cut features and with erect
posture and with fsul,less complexion,
ahilr you will always remember the
pO1r yirl who, OH cold, moonlight
night A YOU were assing late home,
and her thin shasl and bare foot on the
nay.ment, put out her hand and said:
Please To give me penny" Ah!h how
of,sn We have walked on and said: "Oh,
that is nothing but street vagabondism,'
bnt after We got block or two on,
wa stopped and said: "Ah, that
i NOT rights" and We passed
up the same way, and dropped a mite
mo the suffering hand, as though 1t
were not a matter of second thought, 80
ashamed were We OF our hsrd-hearted-
ness. With what admiration We all
| look upon a group OF children on the
NAV ground or in the school; We clap
our nands almost involuntarily and say:
"IIow beautiful" All stiffness and Dig
nitv are gone, and your shout Is heard
| with theirs and you trundie their hoop
| and fly their kite and strike their ball,
| and all your WEAKNESS and anxiety are
| gone as when child you bounded over
the play ground yourself. That father
| who stand, rigid and unsympathetic
amid the sportlulness OF children, ought
never TO hsvs been tempted out OF q
crusted and unredeemable solitariness.
The waters leap down the rocks, but
| they have not the graceful step OF child
hood. The morning comes out of the
gates of the East, throwing its silver on
the lake and its gold on the towers, and
il, ERE on the cloud, but it is not 80
bright and beautiful as the morning Of
lie. There is no light like that which
is kindled in the child's eye, no color
like that which blooms on child's
cheek, no music like that OF child's
voice. Its face in the poorest picture
redeems any imperfections in art. When
We are weary with toll, their little hands
pull the burden OF our back. Oh, what
a mean, dull, stalej world 1t would be
! without the sportfulness OF children.
When ] end people that do nes hks