The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1896-09-04

bread" What stream will you noi
swim, what cavern will yoti 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 chill
dren must be well clothed though yor
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 vel
fare of your children can be wrought
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 ii
is only after 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: 20 my son Absalom,
my son, my son Absalom! would God
l had died for thee, O Absalom, my
son, my soni'
There is not a 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 sorrows
There is one pre-eminent in my mems
Dry as a pastor-Scoville Haynes Me-
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 1 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.
shall go right straight up to Heaven"
And then they gave him glass of
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. l lay myself at Jesus feet and
L 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 per-
feet ecstasy of soul, in his last hour, he
cried out:
In the Christians home in glory
There remains land of rest;
There my Saviour's gone before me
TO flfull my souls request;
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for you.
Sing, sing, We heirs of glory
Shout your triumphs as you go;
Zion's gates are open for you.
You shall find entrance through.
There is rest for the weary.
Only ten years old! And then he
said: Now, l 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:
''Pdo SO wish that Jesus would hurry
and come and take me-" They said to
him: "Why, are you not willing to
await the Lords timer" YES" he
said: II am; but 1 would rather
Jesus would come and hurry and take
me-" And SO, with peace indescrib-
able, he passed away
Oh, there is nothing sad about
child's death save the grief in the par
ents' heart. You see the little ones go
right out from world of sin or suffer-
ing to world of joy. How many sor-
rows they escape, how many tempta-
lions, how many troublesl 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 for
ever. Weeping parents, do not
mourn too bitterly over your child
hat has gone. There are two
kinds of prayers made at a child's sick-
bed. One prayer the Lord likes; the
other prayer He does not like. When
l soul kneels down at child's sick
bed and says: go, Lord, spare thi s lit
lie one; he is very near to my heart;
0Oh NohO W phA with It'll, DuD
Thy will be done"-that is the kind
If a prayer the Lord loves. There
s another kind of prayer which
have heard men make in sub.
stance when they say: 80
Lord, this isn't right; it is hard to take
his child; you have no right to take
his child; spare this child; can't give
Tim up, and L won't give him up"
The Lord answers that kind of a
prayer sometimes. The child lives on |
md lives OH, and travels off in paths |
# wickedness to perish. At the end of |
very prayer for child's life say. |
Thy will. 0, Lord. be done
The brightest lights that can be
yindled Christ has kindled. Let US,
Id and young, rejoice that Heaven is |
up SO much that is attractive. |
n that far land we are not strangers. |
There are those there who speak cur |
lame day by day, and they wonder why |
% long we tarry. If / could count up |
he names of all those who have gone I
tut from these families into the King |
lom of Heaven, it would take me all |
lay to mention their names. A great |
multitude before the throne. You
owed them once; you love them now;
nd ever and anon you think you hear |
heir voices calling you Upward All,
res, they have gone out from all
hese families, and you want no
,ook to tell you of the dying
experience of Christian children.
lou have heard it; if it has been
in your ear, o father, O
Lother, o brother, o sister Toward
hat good land all Christians are bear
ng. This swapping of heart strings,