The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1896-09-04

"Thank God, thank God!' her spronRS"
not giving way until the rescue was
effected. And they cried: "Stand
back. now. Give her airl" Q, II
woman will do that for the physical
life of her child, what will you 40 Ior
the eternal life Of your boy and your
girl? Let It not be told in the great
day of eternity that Hannah Lemono
put forth more exertion for the saving
of the physical life of her child thsn
YOU, O, parent, have ever put Iorcn
for the eternal life of your little one.
God help you'll
The grasp which the child has over
the parents heart is seen IN whas the
parent will do for the child. STORM
and darkness and heat and cold are
nothing to you if they stapd between
you and your child's welfare Agreat
lawyer, when yet unknown. one Gay
stood in the circuit room ana maze an
eloquent plea before some men OF greas
legal attachments, and gentleman
said to him afterward: "How could
Won be so calm standing in thas
August presence? oh" SAID hr-
skine, II felt my children pull
ing at nv shirts and crying for
bread" What stream will you not
swim, what cavern will you not enter,
what battle will you not light what
hunger will you not endure for your
children? Your children must have
bread, though you starve. Your chl'
dren must be well clothed though you
go in rags. You say: MY children
must be educated, though never had
any chance" What TO you are weary
limbs and aching head, and hands
hardened and callous, if only the wei.
fare of your children can be wrougns
out by it? Their sorrow is your sor-
row, their joy is your joy, their adj
vancement your victory. And Oh,
when the last sickness comes, how you
fight back the march of disease, and u
is only after a tremendous struggle
that you surrender. And then, wheD
the spirit has fed, the great deep Is
broken up, and Rachel will not Dc
comforted because her children are
not, and David goes up the palace
stairs, crying: 30 my son Absaiom,
nv son, my son Absalom! would God
| had died for thee, o Absalom, my
son, my son!"
There is not large family, or hard
ly large family, that has not bent
over such treasure and lost. In the
family fold is there no dead lamb? ;
have seen many such cases, OF sorrow
There is one pre-eminent in my mem
DRY as pastor-Scoville Haynes Mc-
Collum. The story of his death has
brought hundreds unto God. He be-
longed to my parish in the west.
A thorough boy. nine or ten
years of age. Nothing morbid,
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 a
Christian, consecrated to God, keeping
His commandments. That is the kind
of childish piety believe in. When
the DAYS of sickness came suddenly
and he was told that he could mol
get we'll, he said: Jesus alone can
save me. Jesus will save me. lie
has saved me. Don't cry, mamma
shall go right straight up to Heaven
And then they gave him glass O
water to cool his hot lips and said
| Mamma, shall take draught from
the water of life after awhile, of which
if one drink he shall never get thirsty
again. lay myself at Jesus feet anc
/ l want Him to do just what He thinks
best to do with me-"
The brightest lights that can b'
kindled Christ has kindled. Let us
old and young, rejoice that Heaven il
gathering up SO much that is attractive
In that far land we are not strangers
There are those there who speak GU
name day by day, and they wonder VIII.
SO long we tarry. If could count VI
the names of all those who have gon
out from these families into the King
dom of Heaven, it would take me al
day to mention their names. A grea
multitude before the throne. Yol
loved them once; you love them now
and ever and anon you think you hea
their voices calling you Upward. All
yes, they have gone out from al
these families, and you want n
book to tell you of the dyin
experience of Christian children
, You have heard it; if it has bee
. whispered in your ear, o father.
: mother, o brother, o sister. Towar
, that good land all Christians are besl
I ing. This swapping Of heart strings
E this fight of years, this tread of tn
5 heart, reminds US that we ar
e passing away. Under spring bio
' SONS, and through summer ha
3 vests, and across autumnal leave
!? and through the wintry sno