The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1896-09-02
thee; O Absalom, my son. my son"

h1UO ol Cull(lSl pIeLy OelloNS
in. When the days of sickness
came suddenly and he was told
that he could not get we'll, he
said: Jesus alone can save me. Je.
sus will save me. He has saved me.
Don't cry, mamma. | shall go right
straight up to heaven" And then
they gave him a glass of water TO cool
his hot lips and he said: Mamma, I
shall take draft from the water Of
life after awhile, of which if one drink
he shall never get thirsty again. |
lay myself at Jesus feet, and | want
him to do just what he thinks best TO
do with me-" In those days REST for
had learned it, and in a perfect ecstasy
of soul in his last hour he cried out:
''In the Christian home in glory
There remains x land Of rest
There my Saviour's gone before me
To fulfill my souls request.
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for you.
''Sing. oh, sing, ye heirs of glory.
Shout your triumphs rs you go,
lions gates are open for you,
You shall find an entrance through.
There is rest for the weary,
"There is rest for you, papa; there is
rest for you, mamma" And then
putting bis hands over his heart, he
said, ''Yes, there is rest for me-" And
then, he asked them to read ''The
Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green
pastures and leadeth me beside still
waters" and he cried out: 20 death,
where is thy stiug2 O grave, where is
thy victory2"
Only 10 years old. And then he
said, Now | wish you would just turn
this bed so I can look once more on
the foliage and see the sun Set" And
they turned the bed. And he said. Il
do so wish that Jesus would hurry
and come and take me-" They said to
him, why, are you not willing to
await the Lords timer eyes," he
said, 81 am, but would rather Jesus
would come and hurry and take me"
And so, with peace indescribable, he
passed away.
Oh, there is nothing sad about
child's death save the grief in the par
ent's heartl You see the little ones 60
right out from world of sin and suf.
fering to a world of joy. How many
sorrows they escape, how many temp
tations, how many troubles! Children
dead are safe. Those that live are in
peril. We know not what dark path
they may take. The day may come
in which they will break your heart,
but children dead are safe-safe forev-
er. Weeping parents, do not mourn
too bitterly over your child that has
gone. There are two kinds of prayers
made at child's sick bed. One prayer
the Lord likes; the other prayer he
does not like. When soul kneels
down at child's sick bed and says.
20 Lord, spare this little one. He is
very near to my heart. ] don't want
to part with him, but thy will be
done"-thatis is the kind of prayer the
Lord loves. There is another kind of
prayer which I have heard men make
in substance when they say: 80 Lord,
this isn't right. It is hard to take this
child. You have no right to take TIL
child. Spare this child. can't give
him up, and I won't give him up The
Lord answers that kind of prayer
sometimes. The child lives on and lives
on and travels off in paths OF wicked
ness to perish. At the end of every
prayer for child's esay, "Thy will,
0 Lord, be done. p"
The brightest lights that can be kin
died Christ has kindled. Let US, old
and young, rejoice that heaven is gath
ering up so much that is attractive. In
that far land we are not strangers.
There are those there who speak our
name day by day, and they wonder
why so long we tarry. If could
count up the names of all those who
have gone out from these families into
the kingdom of heaven, it would take
me all day to mention their names. a
great multitude before the throne.
You loved them once, you love them
now, and ever and anon you think
you hear their voices calling you up
ward. All, yes, they have gone out
from all these families, and you want
no book to tell you Of the dying expe-
rience OF Christian children. You
have heard it. I. has been whispered
in your ear, O father, O mother, 0
brother, O sister. Toward that good
land all Christians are bearing. This
Swapping of heartstrings, this fight of
wears, this tread Of the heart reminds
us that we are passing away. Under
spring blossoms and through summer
harvests and across auturmal leaves
and through the wintry snowbanks
we are passing on. Oh, rejoice at it,
children OF God rejoice att! How we
shall gather them up, the loved and
the lost Before we mount our throne,
before we drink of the fountain, before
we strike the harp OF our eternal cele-
bration, We will cry out, Where are
our loved and lost2" And then how
we shall gather them up! Oh, how we
shall ther them up!
In this dark world Of sin and pain
We only meet to part again,
We there shall meet to part no more.
The hope that we shall see that day
Should chase our present griefs away.
When these short years of pain are past
Wen meet before the throne at last.
They Shot IL Out.
GREENWOOD, s. c., Aug. PA
shooting scrape occurred here this
morning on the sidewalk in front Of
J. Z. burst & Co.'S. store, between
Captain w. K. Frazier, Will Sanders,
nephew of his and Aaron Smith,
cousin of Captain Frazier, on one side,
and Capt. Jas. Rogers and Mr.. Dick
Richardson on the other. Some fifteen
or twenty shots were fred. Captain
Rogers was shot through the thigh in
two places. Captain Frazier was