Morris tribune., 1881-12-29
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"No," replied Christophel. "and l ana
glad this never was"
And why do you say that, dear Christie
phel2"
Because" said Christophel, with all
these beautiful surroundings, with health
and riches and every evidence OF the Faith
er's mercy and goodness, there is not
thankful heart among the many you see
before you. The Father has given them all
these things, yet they bear him no graft
tude."
"Come Christophel, cried the Child An
gel, drawing his companion toward the
door, "let us leave this terrible place! lilo"
wicked they must be not to thank the Fa-
Their for all he has given them. Take me
from this rich house to The quiet little
ONE used to know--there, ut least, We
shall find gratitude"
Christophel folded the Child Angel in
his arms and then went out into the storm,
leaving the music and reyelly behind them.
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The mothers sleep continued unbroken.
She dreamed of heaven, perhaps, and or
her ANGEL baby. Unknown to her. two
spirits in white robes fitted across the
threshold and stood at her bedside.
1.-THE air Of this humble home" said
Christophel, lis laden with prayer and
praise. There is but one sad heart, y
child, and that is beating in thy mother 8
bosom"
The Child Angel bent over the bedside
and looked searchingly into the face of the
slumbering woman.
at is NV mamma" he cried, but, oh!
how changed she is how pale and thin;
and, see, there are lines of care about heI
colorless lips and burrows that sorrow has
left upon her forehead. Christophel, she
has mourned that I left her. Poor
mammal"
And the Child Angel kissed the pallid
lips. AS if by magic. all traces OF suffering
vanished from the thin face, q smile, di'
vine in its loneliness, rested where before
pain had set its impress, and an indescrib'
able expression of rest was visible on ever.
feature. Then the eyes opened and al
their weary look was gone.
He is here-my Carl-my angel b&be!
cried the mother. L feel his presence, ana
his kiss is warm upon my lips.
Yes, dear mamma" said the Child An
gel, 1T is 1, and I have come to comfort
you. A little prayer told me you grieved
for me, that your soul rebelled against the
good Father in heaven because he called
| your darling away to the JOY of His pres
| SQCS. bSdT ulhulunt, w uOl SIlONC 3O1 hiS
am very. very happy, and sometime you
will come and be with me forever.
Yes. poor mother" said Christophel IL
kindly tones, your little one is happier il
heaven than ever he could be with you. /
is eternal sunshine there, eternal summer.
and music and rejoicing. There is no pair
or sickness or sorrow to vex him-nothlns
but flowers and song and the swee
communion with the good Father. Why
then, should their heart yearn for the child
Why should the little garmc nts, the little
shoes and the little toys in yonder chest be
wet each day with tears wrung from You,
breaking heart? Why should you rebe
against the father, since he has taken from
your weak arms to his own strong embrace
the treasure which earth could onl.
vex?"
Il will come, continued the Child-Angel
every night and kiss you while you sleep
I will whisper to you of the great love snd
goodness of the Father. will tell ye1
how kind he IS to me, and what beautiful
place heaven is. Then you will be thank
full to him for what he has done, and some
time, when I come, you will take your Chill d
Angel in your arms and go with him to tn
Father and there abide"
It seemed then to the mother that tn
room was filed with soft, delicious high
and the harmonies of sersphims. Ali nigh
long the glorious music brought peaue t
the chastened soul.