Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1896-08-24
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your entire nature, and you cannot
wrench yourself away from their grasp.
You are different men and women from
what you were before they gave you
the first lesson They have revolutions
lied your soul. There are fountains of
ioy in YOUR heart which never would
have been discovered had they not dis
covered them. Life is to you more
stupendous thing than it was before
those little feet started on the pathway
to eternity. Oh, how many hopes, how
many joys, how many solicitudes that
little one has created in your soull You
go to school every day, a school of self
denial, a school of patience, in which
you are getting wiser day by day, and
that influence Of the child over you will
increase and increase, and, though your
children may die, from the very throne
of God they will reach down an infu-
ence to your soul, leading you on and
leading you up until you mingle with
their voices and sit beside their thrones.
The grasp which the child has over
the parents heart is seen in what the
parent will do for the child Storm and
darkness and heat and cold are nothing
to you if they stand between you and
your child welfare. A great lawyer,
when yet unknown, one day stood in
the courtroom and made an eloquent
plea before some men of great attain
ments, and gentleman said to him
afterward, .sHow could you be SO calm
standing in that august presence?o
"Oh, - said Erskine, "I felt my children
pulling at my skirts crying for bread. !"
What stream will you not swim, what
cavern will you not enter, what battle
will you not fight, what hunger will
you not endure for your children? Your
children must have bread though you
starve. Your children must be well
clothed though you go in rags. You
say, my children shall be educated,
though never had any chance" What
to you are weary limbs and aching head
and hands hardened and callous if only
the welfare of your children can be
wrought out by it? Their sorrow is your
sorrow, their joy your joy, their adj
vancement your victory. And, oh. when
the last sickness comes, how you fight
back the march Of disease, and it is
only after a tremendous struggle that
you surrender And then when the
spirit has fed the great deep is broken
up, and Rachel will not be comforted
because her children are not, and David
goes up the palace stairs, crying: 80
Absalom, my son, my son, would God
had died for theel O Absalom, my son,
my son!'
a Lost Treasure.
There is not a large family, or hardly
a large family, that has not bent over
such treasure and lost it. In the fam
lily fold is there no dead lamb? I have
seen many such cases Of sorrow. There
is one pre-eminent in my memory as
pastor-Scoyille Haynes MoCollum.
The story of his death has brought hun
dreds unto God. He belonged to my
parish in the west. A thorough boy, 8
nothing dull about him. His voice
loudest and his foot swiftes5 on the
playground Often he has come into my
house and thrown himself down on the
floor in an exhaustion of boisterOus
mirth, and yet he was Christian, con-
to God, keeping his command
ments. That is the kind of childish
piety [ believe in. When the days of
came suddenly and he was told
that he could not get well, he said:
Jesus alone can save me. Jesus will
save me. He has saved me. Don cry,
mamma. shall go right straight up to
heaven. And then they gave him q
glass of water to cool his hot lips and he
said: Mamma, shall take draft
from the water of life after awhile, of
iot I7.;T, Il no I,oJ
thirsty again. lay myself at Jesus feet,
and I want him to do just what he
thinks best to do with me. In those
days tsRest For The Weary was new
hymn, and he had learned it, and in
perfect ecstasy of soul in his last hour he
cried out:
Gin the Christians home in glory
There remains land Of rest.
There my SavioEr's gone before me
To fulfill my souls request.
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for you.
ssSing, oh. sing, we heirs Of glory.
Shout your triumphs you go,
lions gates open for you
You shall find an entrance through.
There is rest for the weary.
stThere is rest for you, papa; there is
rest for you, mamma" And then put
ting his hands over his heart, he said,
Eyes, there is rest for me- And then
he asked them to read THE Lord is my
/ shall not want. He maketh
me to lie down in green pastures and
leadeth me beside still waters. and he
cried out: 80 death, where is thy
sting? o grave, where is thy victory?''
Only 10 years old! And then he said,
"Now I wish you would just turn this
bed SO / can look once more on the foil
age and see the sun set. And they
turned the bed And he said, 81 do SO
wish that Jesus would hurry and come
and take me- = They said to him,
6 Why, are you not willing to await the
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