The Durham recorder. [volume] (Durham, N.C.) 1879-19??, 1888-10-31
The Dear Children.


men and women. When he breaches
of these tender lambs he gets very
close to our old sinful heart and
touches the sacred harp of memory.
We love children. Oh! how. affec-
tionately do they entwine them
selves about the hearts of parents!
They come into our lives so softly so
gently, and the tender tendrlls reach
out and cling about our love.
If the RECORDER could only come
very near the hearts of parents this
evening and drop a word Of sympa-
thy and encouragement. Oh! par
ents, be good to your children. Train
them up in "the nurturean admoni-
ton of the Lord" You will never
knowhow much sunshine will 60 out
of your life until they are taken from
YOU. Only those who have slowed
and lost" know what it is to look at
darling hands crossed upon inno-
cent, pulseless bosoms; kiss lips for
ever hushed; and gaze at eyes whose
sparkle, lustre and merry twinkle
have faded into the cold look of
death. Oh! parents, treat the chill
dren tenderly and train their young
minds heavenward. You will never
know how much you will miss them
until they sleep beneath the green
sod.
When Mr.. Jones talks of chill
dren he gets down close to every
parents heart.
As our pen traces these lines Men,
DRY draws back the curtain and there
is revealed a picture. In a distant
cemetery where the sun shines at
evening tide upon graceful cedars,
and birds sing among the reddening
leaves Of the naples on these bright
October days, the grass grows green
over two little mounds. These
graves contain the dust Of two chill
dren-two little boys; our boys. We
went with them through 1.-THE valley
Of the shadow of death" up to the
edge Of the river. We could go no
further. There we heard the chilly
waters as they splashed along the
shore and a fathers warm embrace
relaxed and we turned away; oh. SC
cold, so full Of grief. They, in theil
innOeency, IN their purity, passed
over Jordan and left us sad. They
were called up higher to the realm Of
light. These little souls, like nevel
fading stars. are shining far beyond
the twinkling worlds Of space, wher,
there is no night, no darkness, NJ
sorrow, forever. Oh! parents Low,
your children more. Dedicate then
TO the Master. You don't know
how long they will be with you. Al
times we almost feel the chubby
hands Of onr angel boys stroke our
burning cheek and arms entwine
about our neck, as they once
did, and We imagine il is the brush
Of an angels wing wOOing and call
ing to a better life. Oh! man, live
right. Set your children a good ex-
ample. When they are taken from
you the bitterness Of an ungodly life
will pierce your heart and agonies
you have never felt before will surge
in upon your soul.
The blessed light Of heaven falls
through the gloom Of little graves!
There is no other place where the
tender touch Of Gods cheering hand
reTiVes the current Of pure love and
softens the eallous places which the
chatting Of time wears upon our
hearts-nO other place where our
embittered souls are 80 sweetened
by the mellow influence Of heaven
and earth's wealth Of tender pas
sions, a. by green mounds raised
above our dead children.
Parents, save the children from
the impurities Of this world, 50 that
il they should live to be men and
women, they may died ~ pure and
as peacefully as a babe falling b.
sleep.
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