The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1894-11-02
tTo BE CoSTMuEHs,
A cHlLD's FAITH.
1t Is the Sweetest Thing on Earth in Its
Simplicity.


It Is the Sweetest Thing on Earth in Its
Simplicity.
The sweetest thing on earth is the faith
Of n little child. Who of us has not been
comforted and made better and had our
own faith frightened up through this in
nocent trust? Did you ever study closely
the absolute faith child has in God and
the power of the unseen? A little child is
taught his prayers and told of God at an
age when he cannot understand clearly,
but he has faith in those who teach him,
and through that a faith in a supreme
being. This faith Implanted in the little
heart is greater than can ever come to the
mature heart, and ofttimes its strength
and peculiarities are never realized by
those who have taught it.
A little child whom knew was playing
by himself. His mother was sitting on the
piazza of her country house. He had been
running around the yard, picking flowers
and gathering apples as they would fall
from tree. He assisted the apples to fall
by occasionally throwing stick or a
stone at the tree. She finally heard him
say:
''Do away, Dod; do away Don't bodder
me now."
And then he threw another stick. That
one failed to bring down an apple, As he
raised his hand and took aim again he
said:
"Do away, say! Tant 'oo wait a min
uteg"
His mother called him to her and said:
IA t1 yxrl, tn1l
"Dod, he replied in the most matter of
fact tone
God, ;" said the shocked mother. "Why,
my child, where was he!"
"He was whispering to me-"
"What did he sayyn
'He said, Baby! baby! don't frow stones;
100 will hit the poor little birdies.'"
And the mother had nothing to say.
Faith and conscience were taking care Of
the little soul, and teaching their lessons
better than it was possible for her to do.
Another time this same little child was
flying kite. He had Indifferent success.
There were storm clouds in the sky and
the wind was fitful. He finally came run
ming into the house for piece of paper
and a pencil. He said:
II want to send letter up to Dod."
"What are you going to say!" asked his
mother.
Il am doing to tell bod dat some naughty
black angels won't let my tite do up"
'How will you get the note up to God,
thenw
'Oh, bod will send dood angel down
for it if he knows how bad | feel"
He scratched something on the paper,
which 70 him was symbolic of his wishes,
and his mother tied it to the kite and
helped him to get it started on its mission.
The wind had changed or grown stronger,
and the kite sped up to the end of its linen
thread. The little fellow was not at all
surprised. His mother asked him if he
thought God had received the letter. He
said, "'Es, fink saw dear little white
angel sitting on cloud who toot it to
Dod"
The mother was worried rs to what she
would say to him when the japanese in
vention come down still adorned with the
white paper. His faith and ideas were so
beautiful to her that she dreaded to dispel
them in any way. She was saved an ex-
PLANTATION. When the kite reached terra
iirma again the note was gone. She was
surprised, but the faith of the child was
so great that he never looked for it and
never mentioned it again.-Chicago Inter
Ocean,