News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1884-01-17
A LITTLE PILGRIM.

II tell hy has the sn h od
man man IN my district much worn; he read it, and
i 70 dying womsn. aud thtoush t E SHE She was led to
prpf.s INA Is same INTO my hands and had it
LATED lated Many leasant letters have been sent me-
TTisht t. q9r 6y power, but by my spirit saith the
One summers evening, ere the sun went down,
When city men were fastening from the town,
10 reach their homes--some near at hand,
some far
BY snorting train, by omnibus or car,
To be beyond the reach Of city din,-
A train-car stopped, little girl got in;
CHEEKY looking girl, scarce four years old;
Although not shy, her manners were not bold;
But all alone! one scarce could understand.
She held little buncle in her hand
A tiny handkerchief with corners tied,
But which did not some bread and butter hide;
a satin scarf, so natty an so neat,
was oer her shoulders thrown. She took her
seat,
And aid her burd e underneath her arm,
and smiling pre'ely, but vet so calm,
She to Il G porter said, MAY lie here ?'
He answered in family, ''Oh, yes, my DEAR"
And there she seemed inclined to make her
stay,
While ul.oe again the tram went on its way.
The tai conduetOr-over six feet high,
NOW scal ned the travellers with business eye
But In that e. was something kind and mild,
That took the notice Of the little child.
A little after, and the man went round,
And soon was heard the old familiar sound
OF gathering pence, and clipping t tckets too
The tram was full and he had much to do.
Your fare, my little girl at length he said.
She looked moment shook her little head
81 have no pennies; don't You know" said She
''My fare is paid. and Jesus paid for me?n
He looked bewildered-all the people smiled;
II didn't know; and who is Jesus child?'
"Why, don't you know He once for sinners
died,
For little children. and for men beside,
To make us good and wash Us from our sin;
Is this His railway am travelling in ?"
"Don't think it isl Iwant your fare, you know"
81 told yOu Jesus pad 1t long ago:
Ny mother told me Just before she died,
That Jesus paid when He WAS crucified;
That at the cross Has TrittcGy did begin,
Which took poor sinners from a world of sin;
My mother said his home was grand and fair;
want to go anlsee my mother there
want to go to heaven, where Jesus lives,
Won't YOU go too? Nv mother said he gives
A loving welcome-shal we be late
Oh, let us go before he shuts the gate;
He bids us li'tIe children come to Him
The poor conductors eyes felt rather dim,
He knew not wsIy-he fumbled at his coat,
And felt a substance rising in his throat.
The people listened to the little child,
Some were in tears-the roughest only smiled,
And some one whispered IS they looked amazed:
Out of the mouth of babes the Lord is
praised"
s'I am pilgrim said b little thing;
"Tm going to heaven. NY mother used to sing
To me of Jesus and His Fathers love;
Told me to meet her in His home above,
And so to-day when aunt went out to tea,
And looking out could not father see,
got nv bundle-kissed nv little kit,
Il am so hungry-won't you have bit?)
And got my hat, and then left my home,
A little pilgrim up to heaven to roam;
And then yOur carriage stopped, and could see
You looked 80 kind | saw you beckon me,
1 thought yuu must belong to Jesus train.
And are YOU lust going home to heaven again ?''
The poor conductor only shook his head;
Tears in his eyes-the power of speech had
fed
Had conscience by her prattle reused his fear $
And struck upon the fountain Of his tears,
And made his thoughts in sadconfu4on vhirl;
At last he said, "0nce I'd a little girl,
I loved her much; she was my little pet,
And with great fondness L remember yet
How much she loved m, But one day she
died"
ssShes gone to heduer," the little girl replied:
''She's gone to Jesus-Jesus paid her fare,
Oh. dear conductor won't you meet her there y
The poor conductor now broke fairly down;
He could have borne the hsrshest look OF
frown,
But no one laughed; but ma nv sitting by
Brheld the scene with sy1np athletic eye.
He kissed the child, for she his heart had won
Il am so sleepy" said the itsle one,
''If YOU viii let me, I'll lie here and wait
Until your carriage comes TO Jesus gate;
Be sure you wake me up. and pull my frock,
And at the gate giDe just one litae knock!
And you'll see Jesus there" The strong mar
weptl
1 could but think as from the ar slept,
How oft a little one has found the road.
The narrow pathway so that blest abode;
Through faith in Christ has read its title clear
While learned men remain in doubt and fear
a little child The Lord oft uses such
To break OF bend. the stoutest heart to touch
Then by His Spirit bide the conflict cease,
And once for ever enter into peace.
And then alony the road the news we bear,
We're going to heaven-that Jesus paid oar
fare DICKIE RHYMER-