The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1896-10-17

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Ter babe under tree. While she was busy
n the field, there was a fiutter OF wings IN
he air, and a golden eagle cluched the swad-
Hing band of the babe, and flew away with
/ to the mountain eyrie. All the harvesters
md Hannah Lemond started for the clifs.
II was two miles before they came to the
loot Of the cliffs. Getting there. who darea
10 mount the cliffs? No human foot had
ever trod it. There were sailors thhre VINO
had gone up the mast ID the day OF terrible
tempest, they did not dare risk 1t. Hannah
Lemond sat there for 4 while and looked up
and saw the eagle In the eyrie, and then
she leaped to her feet. and she
started up where no human foot had ever
rod. crag above crag. catching hold ofthii
root or that root, until she reached tho
ayrie and caught her babe, the eagle swoop--
ing in flarceness all around about her.
Fastening the chill 4 10 her back, she startel
for her friends and for home. Oh; what
dizzy descent! sliding from this crag to that
craS, catching by that vine and by that root,
coming down further and further, to the
most dangerous pnss, where she found 2
goat and some kids. She said: 'Now I II
follow the goat: the goat will know just
which Il the safest way down." and she was
led by the animal down TO the plain. When
she got there, all the people cried: "Thank
God! thank Uod." her strength not giving
way until the rescue was effected. And they
cried: "Stand back. now. Give her air"
Oh, If woman will do that for the physical
life OF her child, what will you do for the
eternal life of your boy and your girl? Let
it not be told in the great day OF eternity
that Hannah Lemond put forth more exer.
tion for the saving Of the physical lie OF
her child than you, o parent. have ever pu
forth Tor the eternal life OF your little one.
God help you'll
pass on to consider the power which
child yields over the parental heart. We
often talk about the influence OF parents up
on children. l never heard anything said
about the influence Of children Upon their
parents. You 60 to school to them. You no
more educate them than they educate you.
With their little hands they have caught
hold CT your entire nature and YOU cannot
wrench yourself away from their grasp. You
were before they gave you the first lesson.
They have revolntionized yoar soul. There
are fountains Of 10y in your heart which
never woald have been discovered had they
not discovered them. Life is to you a more
stupepdous thing than Ii was before those
little feet started on the pathway to eternity.
Oh, how many hopes, how many joys, how
many solitudes that little one has created In
your SOUL You go 10 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 In
crease and increase; and though your chill
dren may die, from the very throne OF God
they will reach down an influence to your
soul, leading you on and leading you up un-
Ill you m;ngle with their voices and cit be-
side 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 IL they
stand between you and your child's welfare.
A great lawyer, when yet unknown, one day
stood In the court room and made an elo
quent plea before some men OF great lega
attainments. and gent eman said to him
afterwards "How could YOU be 30 calm
standing in that august presenceT "Ob,
said Erskine, ~ felt my children pulling a
my skirts crying for bread" What stream
will You not swim, what cavern will you no
enter, what battle will you not fight, VIDA
hunger will you not endure for your chill
dren2 Your children Your children mus
dren must be we'll clothed though you go il
rags. You say. "My children shall be edu
Gated though / never had any chance.
What to you are weary limbs, and achinl
head, and hands hardened and callous,
only the welfare of your children can b
wrought out by II? Their sorrow is you
sorrow, their joy your joy. their advance
ment your victory. And, oh. when the las
sickness comes, how you fight back tn
march OF disease. and it is only after tire
mendous struggle that you surrender. An
then when the spirit has fed. the great dee
| is broken up, and Rachel will not be CON
iorted because her children are not, an
David goes up the palace stairs, crying
ooh. Absalom, my son, my son, would Go
had died for thee, oh, Absalom, my sol
my son."
| There Is not large family, or hardly
| large family that has not bent over such
| treasure and lost 1t. In the family fold
| there no dead lamb2 / have seen many sue
in my memory as pastor-Scoville Hayn'
McColIum. The story of his death hi
brought hundreds unto God. He telonge
to my parish in the West. Athorough bo
| nine or ten years of age. Nothing morbi
nothing dull about him. His voice loude
and his foot swiftest on the playground
Often he has come into my house and throw
| himself down on the floor in an exhaustic
Of boisterous mirth; and yet he was Crri
tian, consecratcd to God, keeping His cor
mandments. That is the kind of childis
piety believe in. When the days OF sic
ness came suddenly and he was told that
could not get well, he said: "Jesus alol
can save me. Jesus will save me. He b
saved me. Don't cry, mamma. shall [
right straight up to heaven" And ths
they gave him n glass of water to cool
hot lips and he said: mamma, l shall tai
draught from the water of life aft
awhile, OF which if one drink, he shall new
get thirty again. lay myself at Jesus's fe
md l want Him to do Just what He thin
best to do with me-" In those days "Re
for the Weary was new hymn, and he b;
learned it; and in perfect ecstacy OF sou
In his last hour, he cried out:
In the Christians home in glory
There remains land of rest;
There my Saviours gone before me
To fulfil my souls request;
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for you.
Sing, oh, sing, We heirs of glory,
Shout your triumphs as 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 re
for you, mamma" And then putting
hands over his heart, he said: eyes, there
rest for me-" And then he asked them
read "The Lord is my shepherd, shall n
want. He makcth me to lie down in gre'
pastures, and leadeth me beside still waters
and he cried out; 80 Death, where is Z
sting? o Grave. where is thy victory"
Only ten years old! And then he sal
Now wish you would just turn this bed
can look once more on the foliage aud s
the sun SET" And they turned the bed; a
he said. III do SO wish that Jesus won
hurry and come and take me-" They SO
to him, "Why, are you not willing to aw
the Lords timer" ''Yes," he said, II a
but would rather Jesus would come a
hurry and take me-" And 50, with pea
indescribable. he passed away.
Oh, there is nothing sad about a chilt
death save the grief In the parents hea
r. Won sAa the Iittle onas 90 rlaht out from