Connecticut western news., 1896-08-27


 parish in the west A thorough boy, 9 nothing dull about him. His voice loudest and his foot swiftest 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- secrated to God, keeping his command ments That is the kind of childish piety I believe in. When the days of sickness 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't cry, mamma I shall go right straight up to heaven. And then they gave him 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. I lay myself at Jesus feet, ard I want him to do just what he thinks best to do with me" In those days "Rest For the Weary was a new hymn, and he had learned it, and in perfect ecstasy of soul in his last hour he cried out:
 "In the Christians home In glory There remains a 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 as you go, Zion's 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 put ting his hands over his heart, he said, .Yes, there is rest for me" And then he asked them to read ''The Lord is my Shepherd; shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures and leadeth me beside still waters" and he cried out: 70 death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy yictory?"
 Only 10 years old! And then he said, "Now wish you would just turn this bed so I can look once more on the foli- age and see the sun set" And they turned the bed And he said, ''I 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 time?'' "Yes," he said, II am, but I would rather Jesus would come and hurry and take me" And so. with D peace indescribable, he passed away. The Gain of Death
 Oh, there is nothing sad about 8 fhild's death save the grief in the par tnt's heartl You see the little ones go light out from world of sin and suffer ing to Q world of joy. How many sor- rows they escape, how many tempta- tions, how many roublesl 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 forever. Weeping parents. do not mourn too bit terly 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. 1 When a soul kneels down at child's s sick bed and says: 70 Lord, spare this little one. He is very near to my heart I don't want to part with him, but thy will be done"-that is the kind of prayer the Lord loves. There is another kind of prayer which have heard men make in substance when they say: 70 Lord, this ism right It is hard to take this child. You have no right to take this child Spare this child. can't give him up, and won't give him up. The Lord answers that kind of a 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 life say, ''Thy will, | o Lord, be done"
 The brightest lights that can be kin l dled Christ has kindled. Let us, old and young, rejoice that heaven is gathering 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 pames of all those who have gone out from these families into the kingdom ot heaven, it would take me all day to l mention their names A great multi tude before the throne. You loved them once, you love them now, and ever and anor you think you hear their voices calling you upward. An, yes, they have | you want no book to tell you of the dy. ing experience of Christian children. You have heard it It has been whis. pered in your ear, O father, O mother, O brother, O sister. Toward that good land all Christians are bearing. Thi: snapping of heartstrings. this flight oi years, this tread of the heart reminds u: that we are passing away. Under spring blossoms and through summer harvests and across autumnal leaves and through the wintry snowbanks we are passing on. Oh, rejoice at it, children of God I rejoice at itl How we shall gather then up, the loved and the losti Before Vt the fountain, before we strike the harI of our eternal celebration, we will cry out, "Where are our loved and lostg
 And then how we shall gather them up
 Oh, how we shall gather them upi | In this dark world of sin and pain | We only meet to part again,
 | But when we reach the heavenly shore
 Ne there shall meet to part n more.
 The hope that we shall see that day | Should chase our present griefs away.
 When these short years of pain are past, l We'll meet before the throne at last. | Lieutenant Peary Heard From.
 ST. JOINS, x. F., Aug. 25.-News ha
 reached this city from Turnavick, Labra
 dor, that the steamer Hope, now en rout
 for the Arctic ocean, commanded by Lieu
 tenant Peary, reached there July 20 afte | quick run from Sydney. The member