The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1892-02-17

had no better place to receive Him than 4
cattle pen, and its farewell was slap /
on His cheek and spear in Hisside.
So intensely human was He that there
has not been in all our race a grief1or
inHrmity or exhaustion or pang thatdid
not touch Him once and that does not
touch Him now. The lepers, the par
alytics, the i'm beetle, the maniac, the
courtesan, the repentant brigand--
which one did He turn off which one
did He not pity, which one did He not 7
help? The universal trouble OF the |
world is bereavement One may escape |
all the other troubles, but that no soul
escapes. Out of that bitter cup every |
one must take a drink. For instance,
in order that all might know how He
sympathizes with those who have lost
q daughter, Christ comes to the house |
of Darius There is such a big crowd
around the door, He and his disciples
have to push their way in. From the |
throng of people, conclude that this
girl must have been very popular; she
was one of those children whom every
body likes After Christ got into the
house. there was such loud weeping
that the ordinary tones OF voice could
not be heard. | do not wonder. The
dead daughter was 10 years of age. 1t
is about the happiest time in most lives
Very little children suffer many in
Justices because they are children, and
childhood is not desirable part OF
human existence-they get whacked or
set on. But, at 10 years of age the
child has come to self-assertion and is
apt to make her rights known. And
then 12 years of age is too early for
the cares and anxieties of life. So this
girl was, think, the merriment OF the
household She furnished for them the
mimicry and the harmless mischief, and
reused the guffaw that often rang
through that happy home. Butnow she is
dead, and the grief at her departure is
as violent as her presence had been vi
vacious and inspiriting. OH the be-
reavement was so sharp, so overwhelm-
ing! How could they give her up! ]
suspect that they blamed themselves for
this or for that. Oh! If they had had
some other doctor, or taken some other
medicine, or had been more careful OF
her health, or il they had not given her
that reproof sometime when she had not
really deserved it. o, IL they had
more patient with her hilarities and,
instead of hushing her play, had
participated in it! You know there
are so many things that parents
always blame themselves for at
such times. Only twelve years of age
So fair, so promising, so full of life a
few days ago, and now so still o,
what It is to have a daughter deadl
The room is full of folks, but yonder is
the room where the young sleeper is.
The crowd can not go in there. Only
six persons enter, five besides Christ
three friends, and, Of course, the father
and mother They have the first right
=. to 20 in. The heaviest part of the grief
was theirs. All eyes in that room are
on the face of this girl There
lay the beautiful hand, white and
finely shapen, but it was not lifted
in greeting TO any OF the group Christ
stepped forward and took hold OF that
hand, and said. with tone ard nccen-
tuation charged with tenderness and
command: "Damsel, / say unto thee,
arisem And without moments delay,
she arose, her eyes wide open, her
cheeks turning from white lily to red
rose, and the parents cry, "She lives!
She lives!' and in the next room they
take up the sound, "She livesl She
livesr' and the throng in front Of the
doorway repeat it, "Shc lives! She
livesw win not all thoSc who have
lost daughter feel that such Christ
as that can sympathize?
On another occasion lie showed how
he felt about the loss Of son. Here are
the obsequies. A long procession; Q
widowed mother following her only
son. know not how long the husband
and father had gone, but upon this son
who had now come TO be n young man
the leadership OF that household hac
fallen. think he had got to be the
breadwinner He was proud Of hii
mother, and she should never lack any
thing as long us he lived. And there il
no grander spectacle on earth thar
a young man standing between wan
and n widowed mother. But tha'
young man had fallen lifeless un6el
accident or disaster, and he was being
carried out Only very few hour
In that land are allowed TO pass be
tween dcceaso and burial II is the SAINT
day or the next And there they NOV
on. Christ meets the procession. Hi
eve picks out the chief mourner HI
puts His hand on the bier as much as Il
say to the pallbearers: "Stopl Their,
will be no burial to-day. That broker
heart must be healed. That mothei
must have her home rebuilt" And theI
looking into the face OF the young mar
, flor in those lands the face is Away
exposed TO such u procession) Chris
speaks one sentence. before .whicl
! Death fell prostrate under the bier
} young man, say unto thee, arise.
, He sat up while the overjoyed mothe
: wrapped him in her arms, and we'll nigl
smothered him with her caresses, aut
the air was rent with congratulations
: Can anyone who has ever lost sol
2 doubt that Christ sympathizes witt
D such woe? And how many there ar
+ who need that particular comfort I
E was moi hollow sentiment, when, afte
5 Ed dmund Burke, the greatest orator o
r his time, had lost his son, and the be
reaved father, crossing the pasture held
: met the horse that had belonged to tha
daooa,ol COZ, tlot tho or.to or thro,. III