Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1896-09-02

for your children? Your children mus,
have bread, though you starve Your
children must be well clothed though
you grow in rags. You say: "Mv chill.
dren shall be educated though | never
had any chance. What to you arc weary
limbs, and aching head, and hands
hardened and callous, il only the well
fare of your children can be wrouyht
out by it? Their sorrow il vour
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 il
is only after "A tremendous STRUGGLE
that you surrender. And then when
the spirit has fled, the great deep is
broken up, and Rachel will not be COM
forted because her children are not,
and David goes up the palace stairs.
crying: "Oh Absalom, my son, my Sol.
would to God l had died for thee, oh
Absolom, my son. my SON"
There is not n large family. or hard
ly a large family that has not bent over
such treasure and lost it. In the fam
lily fold is there no dead lamb? / have
seen many such cases of sorrow. There
is one pre-eminent in my memory as
pastor-Scovillc Haynes McCullom.
The story of his death has brought hum
dreds unto God. He belonged to nv
parish in the west A thorough boy,
or 10 years of age. Nothing morbid.
nothing dull about him. His voice
loudcst and his foot swftest 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-
secratcd to God keeping his command
ments. That is the kind of childish
piety believe in. When the days of
sickness came suddenly and he was told
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 Z"
And then they gave him IA glass of
water to cool his parchcd lips and he
said: Mamma, | shall take "A draught
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 lust what
He thinks best to do with me-" In
those days, Rest for the Wca nv" was
a new hymn, and he had learned it;
and in perfect ecstacy of soul, in his
last hour, he cried out:
In the Christians home in glory
There remains n 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. sing. yo heirs OF glory.
Shout your triumphs as YOU 90:
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" Ard 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 nv
Shepherd, | shall not want. He MAX
eth me to lie down in green pastures,
and leadeth mcbeside still waters" and
he cried out: 80, Death, where is thy
sting? o, Grave, where is thy victorv?n
Only :er years old! And then he said
Now | wish you would just turn this
bed so l can look once more on the
foliage and see the sun set" And they
turned the bed; and he said: Al do SO
wish that Jesus would hurry and come
and take me" They said to him:
why, are you not willing to await tho
Lords time?' Yes" he said, Il 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 Il
childs death save the grief in the par
ents heart You see the little ones orc
right out from world of sin and suf
fering to world of JOY. How many
sorrows they escape, how many tempta.
tions, how many troubles! Children
dead are safe. Those that live are in
peril. We know not what dark pa tn
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 toe
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 a soul
kneels down at a child's sick bed and
says: 30 Lord. spare this little one: he
is very near to my heart; | don't want
TO part with him, but thy will be done"
that is the kind of n PRAYER
the Lord loves. There is anoth.
err kind of prayer which | 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 10 take this child; spare this
child; l can't give him up, and 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 wickedness TO perish. At the
end of every prayer for a child's life.
say: "Thy will, o Lord be done"
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