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ACHILD OF JESUS:AN ILLUSTRATION OFGENUINE RELIGIONIN THE SOUL OF A CHILD." In him there was found some good thing towardsthe Lord God of Israel."-- Kings 14. 13." LOVELY IN DEATH."BY W. NICHOLSON.WAKEFIELD:WILLIAM NICHOLSON AND SONS.LONDON: S. D. EWINS & Co., 22, PATERNOSTER ROW.SIMPKIN, MARSHALL & Co.<^>3
PREFACE.T HE grace of God displays its power, and ren-ders the soul lovely even in childhood. " Outof the mouths of babes and sucklings thou hast or-dained praise." Here and there a child resemblesJohn the Baptist, who was "sanctified from thewomb." The minds of some children are verysusceptible of holy impressions, and they are veryattentive to the pious counsels of their teachers,and soon become decided for Christ and heaven.This accords with the will of our glorious Re-deemer, who said, " Suffer little children to comeunto me, and forbid them not, for of such is thekingdom of heaven." They are the Lambs of hisFlock, on whose behalf he said to his disciples," Feed my Lambs."0 parents and teachers, be careful to sow inyouthful minds the good seed of the kingdom,that when you have left this world, " instead ofthe fathers may come up the children,"-a blessedseed to serve the Lord in works of faith, andlabours of love.
Vi. PREFACE.The following extraordinary Memoir exhibitsthe power and beauty of religion in early life.I have arranged the materials supplied to meas truthfully as possible. The history is notan idea, but a fact. It is impossible to read itwithout being deeply affected by its incidents,and its pathos.W. NICHOLSON.Why weepest thou, fond parent, why ?Thy darling does not mourn;That lovely smile which deck'd his cheek,Say, has it grown more faint or weak,Because from you he's borne ?^9^_
A CHILD OF JESUS.THE COTTAGE-ITS INHABITANTS.SIAGINE to yourself an old fashionedcottage very small and very plain, whoselittle windows are shaded by clear whitecurtains, and whose door-stone is alwaysclean and smooth. The path to the garden-gate is very straight and narrow, and linedon each side by rose-bushes. Some one w hohas an eye to beauty-for the smallest bit ofground can be made beautiful-has wheel-ed sparkling red sand from the shore, andspread it all along the path.The fresh sea-breezes blow over the hillyground where the cottage stands; a few oldapple-trees stand on its right. It is only amile from the ocean.Now you have the cottage and the gravel-ed walk, I will describe the garden. It was
8 CHILD OF JESUS.very small, but large enough to hold a greatvariety of choice flowers. A few apple-trees,a very low, choice peach tree, and bushes ofcurrants and blackberries grew there-thelatter straggling against and over a prettywhite paling. The road that led to the busycity was much travelled by flaring coachesof red and black; by great hay-carts, carry-ing their fragrant treasures where they mightchange them into silver and gold. Then, asthere was a beach not far off-a white, glis-tening level, where many a tinted shell andmany a bright weed cuddled together-therewere carriages and stately equipages, filledwith ladies and gentlemen, often passing andrepassing. Sometimes little girls would shoutas they came in sight of the red cottage-Iforgot to tell you it was red-for they becameaccustomed to see at one of the windows apale, patient face, that never looked envious,although it could not move round among theroses, and the helpless limbs could neverbound over the green sward. It wasaprettyface; sickly to be sure, but there a God-sentpatience rested. The eyes almost hauntedyou after they had once given that earnest
CHILD OF JESUS. 9gaze into your own, for they were large andgentle, filled with a look that long-waitinggives to one.But there was often another face seenbeside that of the sick child. Oh! it wassuch a rosy, round ball of a face, and the eyeslaughed and the cheeks dimpled-for it washealth that gave it beauty. And Kitty-Ibelieve that is your name-remember thatif you cherish goodness and cleanliness, youare cherishing beauty. Sometimes, to besure, a sickly face is lovely, but that is whenheaven's peace has entered it. Did you eversee an alabaster vase, white as the snow-drift,clear as the drop of dew through which thered of the flower is visible ? And have youknown any one to place a little lamp withinthat vase ? Oh! what a glow of pure, softamber there was made by the little lightshining through the vase Well, when somesick faces have grown very clear, very pure,like the vase of alabaster, God puts the lightof his love within, and every body cries," What a soft glow! how beautiful!"The boy with the rosy face was calledCharley; the lame. sick child, two years
10 CHILD OF JESUS.older-though no one would have thoughtit-was named Daniel.I don't believe any one ever saw Danielwho did not immediately love him. Onewanted to kiss that broad, white brow; onewanted to touch the curls of gold that wereso thin and soft they seemed almost an illu-sion, except when the westwind blew throughthe window.DANIEL MARKS-HIS AFFLICTION-DEATH-LITTLE DANIEL.ANIEL MARKS was a carpenter. Whenhe was first married, and brought hisgood young wife to the cottage, then new,and built for her, he was a strong, healthy, ro-bust man, who could do more work than anyother carpenter in town. But, sad to say,the very next day he was carried homecrushed, and dreadfully disabled. Weeksstretched into months before he could walkfeebly about the cottage floor; and he couldnot do an hour's work after his first boy was
CHILD OF JESUS. 11given to him from God. This was very sad,and very disheartening; but Daniel knewthat his suffering could not last for ever. Heloved God, and the thought of heaven wasso delightful to him, that he tried to bear allhis pain without murmuring. His wife wasa noble woman. She never spent an idlemoment. Upon her now devolved the taskof caring for her household, and procuringthe comforts of life. A neighbour worked inthe little garden an hour every day, out ofthe pure love of doing good; so that therewas always something growing there; andMary took in sewing, spinning, and washing,and sung and smiled as she worked. Thesinging and the smiling did more good thanthe medicine; but in spite of both, Danielwasted away; and when little Charley wasnine months old, and could just lisp "Fa-der," after the manner of such little ones, thefather lay down for the last time-but notin the sweet bed with its clean sheets of linen.No, he slept now where no baby-voice couldwaken him, and a sod, flower-covered, washis canopy.Years passed over the widow, and she
12 CHILD OF JESUS.grew cheerful again. Yes, in spite of the"weakness of poor little Daniel, who hadnever been well, she was happy. She knewthat the earth was made to stay in but alittle while, and that if her sweet boy died,he would go to join the angels-go to bealways beckoning her to the land whereflowers fade not, and treasures are neverlost. Besides this, she had proof that theboy was a child of Jesus. She had taughthim the Scriptures from his infancy-shehad led him to the feet of the Saviour. Shehad been enabled to explain away all hislittle doubts, and strengthen his sometimeswavering faith. She had seen his tears thatattested his contrition for sin-she had heardhim, when he thought himself alone, pleadwith the Saviour of sinners to make him achild of heaven; and she had been called oneday to his side when she knew, by theholy look of rapture that overspread hisface, that he had learned the language ofChrist."Mother," he said, " I have found Him."" Found Jesus, my little boy ?""Yes, mother, I know I have found
CHILD OF JESUS. 13him. Oh, how good he is! I am sovery happy!"" I am very glad," was the low, sweetresponse."Every thing looks so bright, mother,"said the child, pointing from the window."All the trees are happy, and the roses andthe grass-all look so beautiful now! Oh,I am glad I have found Jesus !""Jesus, lover of my soul,Let me to thy bosom fly,"repeated his mother." Yes, I want to go there," said little Dan-iel, fervently.As little Charley grew, the mother wasglad to see the health-bloom on his cheek-its fire in his eye. She taught him to betender to the sick one, he who so seldomstirred from his little stuffed chair, andlooked so wistfully out when the sun shone.On every fair day, the mother would dragthe invalid into the pretty garden, and thered of the roses played against the white,wan cheek; while Charley frolicked like ayoung kid, every moment coming to Daniel,
14 CHILD OF JESUS.to know if this wasn't nice, and that wasn'tpretty!Daniel seemed to have a strange wisdom.He was, perhaps, a poet, for he clothed hislanguage in beauty, as a star is clothed inlight, and everybody could find somethingin what he said to think about.One day there were more visitors thanusual to the beach. It was a warm, glow-ing noon, when a carriage stopped in frontof the widow's house, and springing there-from, a child of eight summers came up thelittle graveled walk to the cottage door.She was the daughter of luxury-her dressand air of extreme fashion proved that-but at the same time, her manners werewinning, and her face very gentle and pretty."If you please, may I have some water P"asked the child." Wouldn't you rather have milk ?" askedMrs. Marks.",Oh! yes, indeed!" said the little one,eagerly; "and I may stay just as long as Iplease to drink it? for poor papa, he's sovery ill and tired, he must wait ever so long.
CHILD OF JESUS. 15See the carriage has stopped under the greattree by the gate."" Won't your father come in, too ?" askedMrs. Marks, as she was preparing to get themilk."I'll go and ask him;" and away thechild ran, bounding back again, however, tosay that he didn't feel able, and the wasresting on the carriage cushions.The child drank her milk, and then, withan amusing familiarity, she untied and threwoff her bonnet." You're sick too, aint you?" she asked,as she took her position by Daniel's side,drawn thither by the sweet expression of hIspale face.He smiled for a reply."4' I've seen you ever so many times as wedrove past," she continued, " and father al-ways says that you look like a picture in arough frame. Don't you get tired of sittinghere ? I should think your mother or some-body would drive you to the beach. Oh!it's so nice there. Say, don't you get tiredof staying here ?""Not with mother," said little Daniel,
16 CHILD OF JESUS.with a smile; " and if I could go, motherdon't own a carriage.""Don't she Why we own every thing.We've got a great, grand house with sofasand pianos, and- and-oh! every thing!But for all that, don't you believe I heardmy father say this very morning, that hewould be a poor man, and live in a little bitof a place like this, willingly, if he couldonly be well P"" Does he love Jesus?" asked little Daniel."What! love who? Jesus! do you meanour Saviour ? Oh! I don't know; I expecthe does; but he never says any thing abouthim," answered the child, an earnest look inher great, gray eyes. Do you love Jesus ?""I guess I do!" cried Daniel, claspingand unclasping his thin white fingers, whilea look of ineffable transport shot across hispure face. " I don't know what I should doif I didn't; for much as mother loves me,she can't keep awake with me, and Jesus isby my bedside watching, so I talk with him.""CJesus watching! Do you mean that ourSaviour comes down from heaven?""1' Oh, yes!" and under the thin white dress
CHILD OF JESUS. 17the little chest dilated, and the large, softeyes were suffused with a luminous splendour." Jesus comes. He's there, I know he is!for though it's so dark, and I can't even seethe bed-posts or the white quilt, I seem tosee a flashing in and out, and something sosweet comes into my heart! And so, whenI hold my arms out and whisper 'Jesus,' theflashing grows brighter, and the warm,beautiful love covers me all over. Oh, yes!I know Jesus comes to me-I knozo he does !"Who, looking upon him there, his& whitebrow uplifted, his smiling eyes fastened uponthe blue heavens, could doubt but he-thelittle child who never could walk; who inpain and anguish had sighed on his shortlife-saw and held communion with thatholy being ?The little girl stood still; her red lipsworking as if to seize upon the thought andform it into something that might solve thegreat mystery of his language. But pre-sently she said:-" Oh I wish my father could see Him athis bedside I But then he keeps a light allnight; perhaps he only comes in the dark.B
18 CHILD OF JESUS.I hear him groan sometimes when I wakeup, and then he says it makes him impatientand angry to lie hour after hour aching so.I wish he could see Jesus"-but then hersad eyes drooped; " He couldn't be with youand him at the same time, you know.""Oh yes! he can send his holy angelseverywhere. He can be there as well ashere; my mother tells me that. He goeswherever anybody wants him. He'll alwayscome-tell your father I say so: tell him Ionly have to say Jesus' in my heart, andhe's sure to come and make me forget mypain."" I'll go tell him now-this minute," criedthe child, throwing on her bonnet.PLEASANT DISCOVERIES.S the little girl had said, her father wasout under the shadow of the great elm-tree. They had placed the carriage cushionsso that he rested comfortably; and now his
CHILD OF JESUS. 19sister stood near, humming a gay air, andhis wife, little Lilly's mother, knelt, bendingover the invalid, smoothing back the browntresses."I am weary-weary of life," he ex-claimed, looking up with an impatient sigh."I cannot even enjoy this short ride, soterrible is this pain. Oh! for health, forhealth !"" You may get better soon," murmured hiswife." Oh, don't say that-I'm tired of hearingit," he responded, pettishly. " I shan't getbetter, I see it plainly. I grow weaker everyday, and it matters but little, since-" hisvoice failed-his lips moved with a convul-sive quiver, and turning his head aside a fewhot tears fell." What in the world is Lilly running fromthe house in that style for?" cried EllenIrving, the sick man's sister. "The childwill be heated to death," she added, asbreathlessly the beautiful little girl unlatchedthe gate, and panting-trembling-so eagerto speak that she could scarcely find voice-she cried,
20 CHILD OF JESUS."(6 Oh, dear father-that little sick boy inthere says if you'll only say Jesus' in yourheart, he'll be sure to come and make youforget your pain."The invalid looked with cold eyes-themother gazed with a strange expressiongathering over lip and brow-the fashion-able sister stopped the gay carol-all seemedstruck with the manner and the words." Oh, father !-he looks so happy !" criedthe child, " and he's a great deal thinner thanyou are-just as pale!-but he says thatthough he has been always sick, he don'tmind it much, you know; because in thenight he sees Jesus stand by his bedside, andhe fills his heart full of love, so that he neveronce thinks of his pain. Now, father-yousay Jesus,' and perhaps he'll come just so toyou."" Stand out of the sun, Lilly," replied herfather, after another long pause; and his lipstrembled so that he could scarcely say it." I believe we had better go now," he added,lifting himself; "come, Lily, help fatherinto the carriage," and he held out hishand.
CHILD OF JESUS. 21"Oh, father, just say 'Jesus!' " repeatedLilly, entreatingly."' Well, well-wait awhile, dear, waitawhile-perhaps I will-I must see first-Imust think first-ah! now we are snuglyseated in the carriage. Do you believe thelittle boy would like to have you bring hima pretty plaything ?""c Perhaps so," said Lilly, diverted some-what from her previous train of thought;"but he can't play much, for he has nevereven walked-only sat all the day-all hislifetime."The carriage rolled slowly into the city-slowly along the streets, and stopped, at last,before a beautiful house in the centre of asquare. The mansion had marble steps infront, and glass, handsomely ornamented,composed a part of the door, while thehandles and the plate were of silver and glit-tered in the light.Up every step the sick man took fromthat luxurious carriage to the elegant cham-ber where his couch stood waiting for him, avoice seemed to ring in his ears, " Oh! father,just say Jesus!" Sweet music would not
22 CHILD OF JESUS.drown it, although his wife sang and playedfor him as he lay there in his gorgeous dress-ing gown. The sight of the fairest picturesthat ever made sunshine on the walls of anyhouse could not shut them out. Like threelittle angels, fresh bathed in the light ofglory, moving hand and hand through theportals of his brain, they came to and fro,continually, "Just say Jesus !""Oh! that he could just say Jesus." Theword was so strange to him! to him-theman of ease, of wealth, of fashion. Almostany other name would seem less out of placeon his lips. He who had thought of nothingbut the world till within a few short months-to whom life before that had seemed eter-nal; he who had sipped of pleasure in almostevery land; who had drank the red wine inFrance and Italy; sung the song of theBachante; shuffled cards at the brilliant ta-bles of the Parisian saloons; danced andshouted in the carnival of Venice; he to sayJesus! Oh! no; it was impossible IBut, oh! that haunting! that terriblehaunting! Again and again, as he tossed onhis couch through the night's long watches,
CHILD OF JESUS. 23he wished that they had not stopped beforethat little red cottage. He could see it sodistinctly, and the pale sad face always at thatone window! He could see the child of hisadoration flying down the graveled walk,her cheeks pink-tinted, her golden hair tossedby the wind in clouds of curls; he couldhear-oh! yes, too plainly, the childish voice,always music to him, " Just say Jesus !"The next day and the next, the three little,shining, hand-linked angels, would not leavehim. As the sun peeped coyly in before thedew was dried; as it streamed broadly overthe rich carpet at noon; as it crept paler andpaler over the painted orchards and thepainted skies of his beautiful pictures whilethe day waned, so did the words still visithim.-- oo a--TALKS ABOUT HEAVEN.THE good mother in the little red cottagesat busily at work on some shirts shewas making for a neighbour. There had been
24 CHILD OF JESUS.a shower, bu now the sky sparkled with sun-light, and there was no dust on the glowingflowers that lined the little path.The good mother looked sadder than washer wont. Almost always there was a cheer-ful smile on her face; the cheerful smile hadgone. Charley could be seen through thedoor, busy about some plants which neededtending. He had on a little white jacket,with the sleeves turned up, because his handswere soiled; and a coarse straw hat, with ablack ribbon neatly bound about it, kept offthe sun. At the window where the fairinvalid used to sit, and where he had for somany years watched the sights along theroad, there stood only an empty chair-hischair-the patient Daniel's, who, through allhis sufferings, had so lightened and madecheerful her labours. Now the invalid laybeside her on a little low bed. He hardlymoved, but his bright, unearthly bright eyeswatched over her needle as it flew in andout of the white seam. Yes; Daniel grewweaker and sicker every day, and it madethe poor widow weep to think she must losehim; he had been so dear to her.
CHILD OF JESUS. 25"Mother," he said, and his voice was asfull, clear, and beautiful as ever, "whatmakes that white light all round you? I'vebeen looking and looking, and it grows sobright.""Almost any thing will, dear, that you lookat for a long time," replied his mother. "Iremember when I was a little girl, and usedto sit in my father's seat at church, I'velooked at the minister till my eyes ached,seeing the shining rim round him. Hewas dressed in black, and stood against awhite wall, and I suppose the contrast hadsomething to do with it. However, I nevercould explain it; I haven't learning enoughfor that."" I shall learn about it in heaven, shan't Imother ?" asked Daniel, with a sweet smile."Yes, dear," and a sigh came with thewords, " you will learn a great many thingsin heaven.""But most of all, I shall want to learn,mother, what this beautiful feeling is thatcomes whenever I think of Jesus. And Ishall learn how he can be everywhere, shan'tI, mother P And I shall know why he has
26 CHILD OF JESUS.never let me walk like Charley out there,and I expect I shall be so glad when I dolearn Mother, do you believe we can eversee angels ?""I don't know, darling-yes-" she hesi-tated, adding softly, "we see them in theflesh sometimes.""Because last night-I might have beenjust the least mite asleep, I don't know-butall at once this room was covered withshining stones, and from every stone therecame a bright light. The sun that shone infrom the door did not seem as it does now,but was all twisting and trembling, just asthe water does when we see it away off.And then-oh! it was so beautiful !-rightin the middle of the room there stood anangel, and seemed as if I could see throughit. It had blue eyes, and hair that shonelike the light from the stones; and it mademe think of you, though it didn't look likeyou, mother. I thought I asked her whatshe wanted, and she said, 'Jesus has sentme to take you home.' Then I knew itwould not be many days before I should goto heaven-and slowly all the light faded
CHILD OF JESUS. 27out of the stones-so she faded; and when Iopened my eyes the room was still and dark.""It was a sweet dream, my boy," said thegood mother, wiping her eyes, but so thathe could not see her."Dream! it wasn't a bit like a dream,mother-it did seem as if it had been hap-pening; and once in a while as I waked upafterward, I could still see a little twinklinglight run over the wall.""Hurrah! mother, Danny, there's thatcarriage stopped out here again, and thatlittle girl is coming in with a gentleman. Imust get myhands washed;" and off boundedCharley to the pump. Mrs. Marks pausedin her work to smooth the pillow on whichDaniel's face was resting, to push back herown tresses, which had fallen a little, andby that time a slow, very slow and feeblestep was heard approaching the house, to-gether with the tap, tap of a cane, and thepatter of little feet.Presently the round, red cheeks of thepretty child appeared, the bright eager eyessearching for the sick boy. At last theyspied him in his little bed, and she cried out;
28 CHILD OF JESUS." Oh father, there he is; he's lying down;come in, come in.""Be polite, my little girl," said a voice,very gravely and gently; "you do not noticethe lady, nor tell her who your father is.""This is Mr. Irving, my father," saidLilly, smoothing her smiles in her littleface; " he's come to see your sick boy; mayhe ?""To be sure, dear," replied Mary, withher pleasant look, and she dusted a chairfor the gentleman. He was a very noble,handsome-looking man, was Lilly's father.Now that disease had touched it with itspaler and more thoughtful tints, his faceseemed very calm and even ministerial. Thehair was brushed all back from his high,white forehead, his eyes, large and verybright, were somewhat sunken, and oc-casionally his chest laboured for breath." My dear madam," he said kindly, as heseated himself, " my little Lilly here wouldnot let me rest till I promised to come outand see you. For days and weeks I put heroff, saying I was not well enough; but shehas been so persistent, that at last, thinking
CHILD OF JESUS. 29I might not be spared to grant her manymore requests, I complied-and here I am."Meantime Miss Lilly had deliberatelytaken off her little bonnet, possessed herselfof an unappropriated stool, and carried it tothe couch of the sick child, where she nowsat, her health-beaming face making a vividcontrast to the deathly countenance of thelittle boy."Has your child never been well?" askedMr. Irving." Never, sir," he was sickly at his birth,and has never walked a step in his life.""My little daughter seemed much im-pressed with the fact that he was very cheer-ful and happy."" He is both, sir," was the reply; " and hesuffers much pain, and that constantly. Theonly complaint I have ever heard him utter,"she said, softly, " was yesterday, when hisagony was very severe. His eyes were fullof tears, and he exclaimed, 'Oh, mother, I dowish the dear Jesus would take me now.'"The dark eyes of the stranger grew moistas he listened, then said: "He is indeed com-forted if he has any supporting hope-dark
30 CHILD OF JESUS.days and cheerless nights are mine;" hisvoice faltered."Perhaps, sir," said Mrs. Marks, in her ownquiet way, "perhaps you have not learnedthat it is good to suffer, and that Christ some-times leads us to himself through thornyroads."" But, madam, is he good in giving tothat poor little creature anguish and pain allhis life? That child never rebelled againsthim-why lead him through this fearful,thorny road ? ""I look at it in this light, sir," said Mary,not noticing that little Lilly had covered thespace within reach of the sick boy withbeautiful toys. "The illness of my childwas doubtless caused by the sickness of hisfather, who met with an accident thatcrippled him. I being ignorant of manylaws which I know now, and having con-stantly to attend to him, injured myself, andin some measure neglected my child. Thena fever set in, and reduced him to the statein which you see him now. I was not rich.I couldn't call for great physicians, and per-haps my little Daniel hasn't had the treat-
CHILD OF JESUS. 31ment he should. But though it don't seemto me that God sent this sickness direct uponhim, I know that he has sent his Holy Spiritto dwell in the heart of the little child, tocomfort him; so that he is much happierthan many a healthy boy surrounded byluxury."" And he seems willing to endure all thispain, does he ?""You can talk with him yourself, sir, andjudge," said Mary. He is my teacher andcomforter in a great many things; and darkwill be the day, sir, when this house seeshim go over the threshold." Grieving, themother turned away, and the sick man drewnear to the sick child."' Well, my little boy, how is it ?" he askedkindly; "don't you get tired of lyinghere?"" Sometimes, sir," replied the child withhis sweet smile; " and then mother takesme upon her lap and sings to me; that restsme."" But do you never long to use yourhands and feet? Do you never want to
32 CHILD OF JESUS.shout and sing, when you hear other chil-dren?"A quick, bright flash illuminated thebeautiful face. "Why, don't you know itwon't be long before I have a great dealbetter hands and feet than these? Don'tyou know I shall sing there a great dealbetter than any one can sing here ?"I don't know it, my child; how can Iknow it ?""Why, Jesus says so; don't you knowJesus ?"The man was inexpressibly affected; for amoment there was silence. The little Lillyhad folded her hands on the bed, and nowher earnest eyes travelled from one face tothe other; her lips were parted eagerly."I'm afraid I don't know Jesus, as youdo, my little one."" It's easy," he said, with a bright smile;then added, while his face grew more hea-venly, "It's good !"There was soul in the way he said it;every word penetrated to the heart of thelistener." Easy for you, my child; but for me, a
CHILD OF JESUS. 33man grown, always careless in these things,who has sought pleasure in every thing else,it is not very easy.""Why it's only, 'Come unto me,' youknow," said little Daniel. "Don't you see ?It's only Come unto me.' Mother, pleaseyou say the verse for the gentleman.""' Come unto me, all ye that labour, andare heavy laden, and I will give you rest, "said Mary Marks, softly. "It means wearyof sin, weary of a guilty conscience, wearyof apologizing for it, and weary of it, becauseholiness is sweeter, and infinitely more bliss-ful."The man hid his face in his handkerchief."99 Weary, weary," he murmured; "yes, I amweary-heavy laden, too, with infirmities,both of mind and body."There was another silence, then up spokelittle Lilly."Pa wants to feel happy in the long blacknights, as you do," she said."That's Jesus, too," answered the boypromptly. "That's because he comes to me;and, when I ache the most, I can smile andsing to myself softly my little hymn:C
34 CHILD OF JESUS."Jesus, can make a dying bedFeel soft as downy pillows are;While on his breast I lay my head,And breathe my life out sweetly there."" My dear little boy," said the man, as helifted his head, "you have done me good.I see that those who have lost all hope in theworld can be happy, and even triumphant.Oh! for his faith!" he added, turning toMary; "I would give half my fortune-yes, all, to be able to lie serene and cheerfulas he lies there to-day."" My dear sir, it need cost you nothing,"said the good mother, in her straightforwardway. "Come, buy salvation and peace,without money and without price,' are thewords of the prophet.""6 Yes, yes; I remember," murmured Mr.Irving. "I have heard them, but never didthey have a meaning before."" Now, father, can't you say Jesus ?" askedLilly, springing to her feet, thinking all hissorrows past. The question came so suddenly,came with a flood of sweet and bitter recol-lections, that the man burst into tears, andsobbed, for a moment, like a child. Then,
CHILD OF JESUS. 35finding himself unable to regain his self-control, he beckoned to Lilly to accompanyhim, and together they left the cottage.0 to say "Jesus"! That is wealthGreater than India and Peru!Jesus is mine! Such wealth abides"When earthly grandeur's lost to view!Then seek the Saviour-he will beMore than this world can be to thee!DEATH AND LIFE." D H dear !" said Ellen Irving, sighing,as she threw down her book; " howdreary and lonesome it makes the houseseem I do wish brother could get well.""( I'm afraid he'll never get well," said thewife of the invalid, a tear stealing down hercheek. " To think, one year ago, he was alllife, all animation. Let me see; we were inNaples, weren't we ?""Yes; and what glorious times we usedto have Oh dear I and it's so gloomy now.
36 CHILD OF JESUS.I can't think of one cheerful thing. It's dullin the morning and dull at night, and theworld seems like a grave. Even out on thestreet I can't forget. Lilly, child, what areyou doing P" she cried, as the little girl, herface flushed, her hair flung in disorder,appeared at the door, dragging a mammothbook, beautifully gilded and shining in thelight.", It was so heavy," said Lilly, still tuggingat her task. I tried to lift it, and then Icalled Sarah, but she wouldn't come. Youtake it up, wont you; no, not on the table,on your lap," she added, as the young girlwas about to transfer the massive volume tothe table."For pity's sake, child," said her motherpausing, before she left the room, "' what areyou going to do with that great Bible P""1 Why, I want aunty to find somethingfor me," said the child, who, after seeing thevolume deposited where she wished, hadseated herself at Ellen Irving's feet, and, withfolded hands, waited."And what shall I find?" asked her
CHILD OF JESUS. 37youthful aunt, looking smilingly into theanxious face of the child."C Where it says, 'Come unto me.' Thelittle sick boy told father, and I want tofind it, so that father can read it."" You strange child," said the aunt blush-ing, "how can Itell where it is?""Why, don't you know? Havn't youread the Bible ? I thought everybody thatgrowed up knew all about it. I mean to,just as soon as I can read. I mean to knowALL ABOUT it, so as to be happy like littleDanny. Oh, I wish you COULD find it!"Ellen turned the leaves abstractedly:"SIsn't it somewhere in the new Testament ?"she queried of her sister-in-law."I suppose so, though I'm sure I don'tknow. I read every thing else," replied thefashionable mother. "I don't want Henryto get moping and gloomy, as I'm sure hewill be if he keeps on talking about thatchild he saw.""Why, how strange!" exclaimed Ellen;"I have opened the book right there. Itis in the eleventh chapter of Matthew.Well, Lilly, I've found it-what now?"
38 CHILD OF JESUS."Oh!" and Lilly darted from her seat, butsoon returned, bringing a hymn-book, verylarge, and quite as beautiful as the Bible."Now please to find the hymn where it says,'Jesus can make a dying bed. ""Bless me! child, you make me nervous,"said the young girl, shuddering. "What dowe want to hear about dying beds?""But poor little sick Danny sings it whenJesus comes to him in the night," persistedthe child; " and if father learns it, perhapshe will sing it, for I guess, by-and-by, Jesuswill also come to him, and make himvery happy.""Lilly Irving! what are you talkingabout?" asked the young lady, a strangefeeling creeping through her nerves andround her heart."About Jesus!" was the prompt reply."Well-I'm sure-it's very well on Sun-days; but what can put into your head totalk of such things now, I don't see. Hadn'tyou better go and play ? ""No," said Lilly, just as promptly. "Itold father I'd find him the place of Comeunto me,' and Jesus can make;' and now
CHILD OF JESUS. 39you just look for the hymn, please, while Igo after Sarah to carry up the book."" Away she went, and that blessed namerang through Ellen's brain." Jesus!"Why had it now a new significance?Often at church she had heard it from thelips of the pastor, sung it in sacred songs;but all at once it had sprung before hervision, endowed with a new and a differentmeaning. Jesus! who was he? Wherewas he? What had he to do with her?Why should it be a solace to read of him insickness? How did he come to earth?when ?-to whom ? It seemed as if for onelittle moment a light had flashed upon her,more beautiful, more glorious than all thepleasure she had ever experienced, and beenas suddenly sealed up again."It is strange," she murmured to herself,"that I have never thought of it in this con-nection before: and yet I suppose at sometime or another we all wish we had.""Here is Sarah-she will take the bookto father," cried Lilly, entering the roomwith one of the domestics and soon the
40 CHILD OF JESUS.wasted invalid was earnestly reading theholy Word, while his little daughter, perchedat the foot of his lounge, fixed her brighteyes upon him as if she would read hisheart-as if the happy moment would comewhile he read, that he might murmur,smiling as little Danny did, "I can sayJesus."VISIT TO THE BEACH.NE day, not long after Mr. Irving hadCalled upon the invalid-boy, the bound-ing Charley came into the cottage, sayingthat Oh! it was so nice on the beach, hewished his brother could see. There werelots of great red clouds in the sky, and gold-sparkles on the water. Mary had just madea little broth for her sick boy, and it grievedher, as she turned, to see a yearning look onhis face."Daniel," she said, "I don't believe butyou might go, dear; I can wrap you up well,
CHILD OF JESUS. 41and lay a little bed in the cart: shall motherdrag you to the beach ?"" Yes, if I can go-oh, I should like it somuch !" was the patient reply."Then you shall, my boy; I'll put mywork right away, and get ready."Charley danced about the room, tied hisown best cap on Daniel's head, and was alleagerness to bring his rude cart, helping soviolently that he was rather in the way.Putting on her faded bonnet and decentshawl, Mary was soon ready to take thelight little figure in her arms, and transferit to the little vehicle waiting before thedoor.It was in the heat of summer, and thevery flowers seemed to throb -with joy andglow with beauty. Daniel said he felt sud-denly strong, and drawing in full breathsof the sweet air, he looked eagerly on everything, crying out constantly, " Oh how bluethe sky is, mother! Oh see those beautifulroses! What green bushes! How goodevery thing looks again !" Yet ending, as heusually did, by saying, " But they'll all look
42 CHILD OF JESUS.more beautiful in heaven, won't they, mo-ther ?"Slowly they moved along, Mary on oneside of the waggon-handle, Charley on theother. Charley was always seeing squirrels,or stopping to pick up a shining green beetle,or singing gleefully, looking back now andthen to satisfy himself that Daniel was enjoy-ing it.Yes; Daniel was enjoying it. Many acarriage-load passed by, but among the beau-tifully dressed people on every side was notone happier than the failing boy in his rough,unpainted waggon.And presently, after slowly gaining thetop of a hilly road, the broad, glowing seaburst upon their view-the sea! with itsthousand paths of light, and its feathery,folding waves kissing the white beach sogracefully. The sea, with its snowy sails ofships that were coming and going; of boatsthat danced from one curling billow to an-other; how glorious it looked under theshining summer-warmth of that afternoon!Down the hilly road, and now the sick boy
CHILD OF JESUS. 43smiles with delight, and eagerly he questionsand comments."6 Mother, mother, do you suppose it lookedso after Jesus made the water still ? Youknow it was a storm before."" Yes, dear," said Mary, thinking howoften, when a light-hearted girl, she hadplayed upon the shining sand, and gatheredits shells and pebbles."See, mother !" cried Charley, " there isthe school-mistress, and there's Nelly Davis,and George Sexton. Oh they've got a boatand are going to launch her; may I rundown there ?"The mother nodded her head, and awayran the healthy, handsome boy, to join hisplaymates." You are tired, mother; sit down on therock there, and we'll just look." Mary, afterprotecting the invalid from the fresh breeze,found a seat of dried sea-mosses, and draggingthe waggon close beside it, she rested com-fortably. It was a gay scene; for thereappeared to be more visitors there on thisparticular time than were often met. Thebright dresses of the children, in contrast
44 CHILD OF JESUS.with the draggling white of the beach, madebits of pretty pictures, and the numerouscarriages, driving slowly back and forth,enlivened the monotony of the shore.They had sat thus for some time, the sickboy's large eyes dilating and kindling, when,as a carriage came by, a familiar voice criedout, "Oh! there's my boy! let me getdown!"In vain they tried to dissuade her. LittleLilly sprang from the barouche, and cametripping lightly, gayly, up to the mother andson." I'm real glad to see you," she cried, art-lessly; "and don't you think I found theplace in the Bible, 'Come unto me,' and thewords of the hymn-book, Jesus can make,'and papa's been reading them all the morning.Don't you believe Jesus will come to him,now ?"" I guess so," said little Daniel. He willif he wants him to do so.""Oh, I know he does! for he's so wideawake during nights! and he don't haveany body but the nurse, you know; and they
CHILD OF JESUS. 45won't let him talk to her. Now you knowhe could talk inside-talk to Jesus.""1 Yes, that's it !" cried little Daniel; " in-side talk that's the way I do; I don't speaka loud word sometimes. But you see Jesuscan hear our hearts.""I How is your father, dear ?" asked Mary."I don't know; I guess he's pretty sick.He hasn't been down to the beach for-oh!ever so long! if he had, he'd come to see you,you know, and your little boy. My motheris in the carriage there, and my aunt-oh!my Aunt Nell is coming here!"A beautiful figure in a dress of white nowmoved towards them."Here, Aunt Nell, here he is !" cried theeager child, as the beautiful, fashionably-attired girl came up by the side of the littlecart." Oh! how very ill and wasted !" she ex-claimed, gazing with compassion in hereyes upon the fading figure. "Poor child !"" He isn't poor, he's happy," said Lilly;"you just ask him," she added."s You're very sick, ain't you, dear I"queried her aunt, going close by his side.
46 CHILD OF JESUS.His smile, his glance were peculiar as heanswered her: "I'm most well."" Most well! why, that can't be ;" and hereye travelled to the mother's face."I shall be well, when I go up there," hesaid, his eyes uplifted, and taking on a won-drous light.She appeared instantly to understand hismeaning; and on her lashes glittered tears.Again those thoughftul eyes were lifted toher face, and he asked quietly, " Do you loveJesus ?"That name again!-again that flash ofalmost supernatural light that for a momententered her darkened soul. Did she loveJesus! What a question! She, the care-less trifler who had seldom a thought toexpend on any thing beyond dress, orna-ment, and company-she, who never said aserious thing, but had always felt impressedthat the world was made for her to laughand dance in, let others suffer as they might.But there was no evading the question; therehe sat looking at her, expecting an answer;and she shook her head, implying that shedid not. Then there came so sad, so mourn-
CHILD OF JESUS. 47ful, so grieved an expression over the thinfeatures, that she felt ashamed of herself inhis presence-felt abashed before the childwho expected so soon to stand by the veryside of Jesus." Come, Lilly," said her aunt, "yourmother is beckoning to us, and it is gettinglate; we must go."Lilly still lingered, however; she alwaysseemed anxious to stay by this sick child,and she remained till Mary had gathered hershawl about her, and wrapped her son upmore securely, and made signals to Charley,which he, seeing, was scampering to obey.Lilly's aunt then asked if she would likesome jellies for little Daniel, and on the mo-ther replying " Yes," she determined to comeherself and bring them, for she felt a newand unwonted interest for this fading flower.The boy seemed not so well when hereached his home; the exertion and excite-ment had been too much for him, and Marywas alarmed at his want of the little strengththat had nerved him to the effort. Fright-ened and nearly fainting herself at the lookof his white face, she laid him on his little
48 CHILD OF JESUS.bed, and began to use the means for restoringher darling child. Little Charley, cryingout that his dear "brother Danny" wasgoing to die, ran sobbing from the house.But God spared him a little longer. Itwas not many moments before the colour cameinto his face again, and he smiled as he saidfaintly, "I have seen Him.""Whom, my child; whom have youseen ?" asked his mother."Oh, I saw Jesus. I think it was he,"he added earnestly; "he held his arms outover me, and told me not to be afraid-dearJesus !"By-and-by he whispered," Mother, won't you read me that Jeru-salem' piece ?"Mary hushed her sorrow, for she thoughtindeed the time had come for her to imprintthe last kiss on that fair forehead-on thosepale lips; and taking from her drawer alittle book, she read thus to him:-"MOTHER, SING JERUSALEM."A child lay in a twilight room,With pallid, waxen face-
CHILD OF JESUS. 49A little child, whose tide of lifeHad nearly run its race.Most holy robes the angels broughtBy holy spirits given,Ready to wrap the child in them,And carry him to heaven.And shining wings with clasps of light-Two shining wings they bore,To fasten on the seraph childSoon as the strife was o'er.Perchance their beauty made him thinkOf some harmonious word,That often from his mother's lipsThe dying one had heard.It might be, for he whispered low,"Sing, mother, sing," and smiled;The pale one knelt beside the couch-"I What shall I sing, my child ?""Jerusalem, my happy home,"The gasping boy replied;And sadly sweet tho clear notes rangUpon the even-tide."Jerusalem, my happy home,Name ever dear to me,"When shall my labours have an,endIn joy, and peace, and ltee P"D
50 CHILD OF JESUS.And on she sang, while breaking heartsBeat slow, unequal time-They felt the passing of the soulWith that triumphal chime." Oh when, thou city of my God,Shall I thy courts ascend ?"They saw the shadows of the grave,With his sweet beauty blend." Why should I shrink at pain or woe,Or feel at death dismay ?"She ceased-the angels bore the childTo realms of endless day.The widow's voice ceased also. LittleCharley had entered, and by degrees creptclose to his mother, till at last he knelt ather side, his hands folded on her lap." Do you think"-the voice was fainterthan it had ever sounded before-" do youthink the angels will come after me ?" Yes, darling, I have no doubt they will,"replied Mary." Well, mother, before they come I wantto do all that Jesus has told me to do. Jesuswas baptized."** Do not start, reader, at the word "baptized."Do not be like a Methodist friend of mine to whom
CHILD OF JESUS. 51" Yes, my child, you shall be baptized-I have spoken to our minister-you shall bebaptized to-morrow."The beautiful eye lighted up."C Oh! may I be baptized just as Jesuswas ?"I lent this history, (previous to my publishing it)who said, " That word-that ceremony spoils all.Could you not leave it out ?" I answered, "No!I must faithfully publish the whole; for I amassured the transaction, and the whole history,are true; and though the Christian reader mayhave different views of baptism, yet no Christianreader would wish me to be partial and unfaith-ful."Besides, most Christians believe in baptismone way or another. They regard it as obliga-tory, (not saving) or they would not practise it.I refer chiefly to the various sections of the Wes-leyans and Congregationalists, who do not believein its saving efficacy. They are right. Such a tenetwholly belongs to the High Church party and thePapists. The parties connected with this extra-ordinary child practised the immersion of believ-ers, which, no doubt, they conscientiously be-lieved to be right, and Christian love and candourwill give them credit for sincerity. That secthas been treated with the greatest respect bysome of the greatest men. Instance Dr. Watts,
52 CHILD OF JESUS."How, my child ?""You know he went down into the water,and I want to go down into the water."" You-my poor, helpless little boy ? Howcan you ?"" Oh, they will carry me, mother-I knowthey will carry me, and it will seem so good.I shall feel just as if Jesus went down withme."There was a moment of quiet thought-aquick resolve."Yes, my little child, they shall carryyou into the water.""Will you see all about it to-night,mother ?"With the promise that she would, the boyseemed delighted."I am going to be baptized like Jesus-Dr. Doddridge, Whitfield, Wesley, and hundredsmore. That great man, that Christian hero,John Wesley, says, in his Notes on the NewTestament, that the phrase, "Buried with himin baptism," refers "to the ancient mode of bap-tism, which was by immersion." Let the readerimbibe the same candid and loving spirit of thatholy man, and this extraordinary Memoir will beappreciated.
CHILD OF JESUS. 53dear Jesus!" he kept repeating, till he fellasleep.The next day was the holy Sabbath. Thewidow looked wearied and pale, for she hadbeen up'with little Daniel very often throughthe night; but there was a peace and quieton her face that told with whom she hadbeen communing.In the plain little chapel that morningwas read a simple note:"There will be a baptism on the beachthis afternoon."The preacher paused-then his eye kin-dled as he added: " The disciple who takesup this pleasant duty to-day, is the sick sonof the widow Marks-a little boy to whommight be said, Oh child, great is thy faith !'for he lies very near the gate of heaven,having, at the longest, but a few days moreof sojourn on this mortal shore."Every heart in that congregation thrilledto his solemn tones, and words of admirationand wonder succeeded, as the people left thechapel.It was a beautiful, cloudless day, for whichthe widow was very thankful, as she robed
54 CHILD OF JESUS.her helpless son in his baptismal gown, andheld him in her arms. There were severalneighbours in the cottage, and outside stooda bronzed and ruddy old farmer, one of thedeacons of the church, who had volunteeredto bear the boy in his strong arms down tothe water's side and back again. A throngof boys and even men had gathered aboutthe cottage-gate, waiting to see the adventof the sick child.At last he was brought out, and a hushfell upon all gathered there; for the whitecheek, the helpless hands, the look of patientsuffering touched every heart."CHe is not heavy ?" quoth, the widowwith a quivering lip."No indeed-like a feather," murmuredthe farmer, holding him gathered uponhis breast as a shepherd would carry alamb.Silently they passed along the road, theboy saying feebly, from time to time, howhappy he felt that God had spared him forthis, and the good deacon speaking comfort.ing words to the little, weary pilgrim.Silently the crowd followed, till the glitter-
CHILD OF JESUS. 55ing water came in view; and the boy'sbright eyes grew brighter at the sight. Agreat multitude of people lined the shore.The other ministers and congregations ofthe village, as well as the Baptist, were allpresent.As the farmer came among them with hishelpless burden on his breast, a sob seemedto run from man to man, and many weptunrestrainedly-it was so touching a scene.A smile of unearthly beauty lighted the faceof the young disciple, and with an effort hebrought his little feeble hands together, andpraised God fervently."( Sing," said his pastor, commanding hisemotion, "sing"0 Lamb of God, I come!"Feebly, tremulously the music soundedforth; and the very waters seemed to hush,as the sweet strains swelled out and diedaway."S Lamb of God," said the minister, tender-ly taking from the deacon the gentle boy, allincapable of aught save faith and praise," we bring this lamb to thee. Loving theesupremely, he must needs obey thee im-
56 CHILD OF JESUS.plicitly. Come, my child, this act is likea precious sacrifice in the sight of thy Re-deemer.""'Thou'rt not afraid?" he asked, as hewent deeper and deeper into the water, andthe yielding waves came coldly up."No, no-Christ is here," said the child,feebly but sweetly." Yes, Christ is here," repeated the pastor;"lie in my arms-commit thyself to the Re-deemer."The wave opened-the thin figure, withits meek white face, sank under the crystalflood, while the words," Ibaptize thee in thename of the Father, Son; and Holy Ghost,"were all that broke the solemn silence. Therewas no struggle-the smile that went downcame up unbroken.Holding him against his heart, pale, aspale as the child, but smiling and peaceful,the pastor came forth, lifted the little formfor one instant toward heaven, and laid itagain on the deacon's breast, saying f Bap-tized into Jesus."There was loud weeping-there was sob-bing-there was deep conviction-there was
CHILD OF JESUS. 57genuine repentance among those who linedthe shore. Men who seldom shed tears, wereoverpowered and conquered-forced to con-fess that the sweet peace, the triumph of thisfeeble babe were God-sent." My dear little child," murmured Mary,the tears streaming down her cheeks as shespoke." Yes, mother," answered Daniel.", You are glad you came, dear-you areno worse for it ?""C Oh, mother, Jesus is with me ?"She kissed the damp forehead, and driedthe thin hands between her own palms.Very quietly as they had come, the peo-ple moved from the shore. Again Danielwas placed in his little bed exhausted, ap-parently failing very fast, but oh, serenelyhappy."I know not why," murmured Mary,"but I feel as if this would be his last nighton earth. His work is finished, and he is allready.""God's will be done!" replied the gooddeacon." Amen!" whispered the child.
58 CHILD OF JESUS.The boy had heard. He called her to hisside." Mother, it will be better for me to goto my heavenly home, than to live here agreat many years and suffer, won't it ?"" Yes, dear, if it's God's will," repliedMary." And does it make you feel very bad togive me up ?"" No, my child"-the mother's voice waslow and quiet-" for I give you into betterhands than mine. Your little limbs arecrooked and full of pains-there you willnever feel another pang. Here you aretroubled for fear I shall grieve too much foryou-there you will never know any grief,any fear; but in that glorious habitationwhich Jesus has gone to prepare, you willbe blest and happy. Oh, no; I shall be verylonesome, darling, without my little sickboy, but one thought will always console me--he is in a home where he shall never knowwant or pain, and I am going to see him.""Oh, how beautiful !" The thin palmscame together. " Mother, you do make mehappy. You make me want to go."
CHILD OF JESUS. 59"You may want to go, darling, but bewilling to wait till He calls you."Little Charley was put in his trundle-bed,and the widow prepared to sit all night bythe side of the lovely sufferer. It seemed asif death could not be near; or, if he was,that as a bright, gentle messenger, he came.How many times did Mary think of theglowing dream her little Danielhad described,where the walls were covered with preciousstones, from each of which shone a lightbrighter than that of the sun, while the mes-senger of death-say of life, rather-waitedfor him! It was a beautiful moonlight night-vivid as the dawning day-and the softbeams lay on the white counterpane thatcovered the child. Mary might have calledin some neighbour, and there were many whowould gladly have watched with her, butthe widow could not bear that his partinghours should be shadowed by the presence")f a stranger. They had sweet messages tolive between them, and the moments werehallowed. Most beautiful grew the child asthe strange presence drew nearer. He talked,as he came out of the short snatches of sleep
60 CHILD OF JESUS.that were very frequent, of seeing gardensfull of bowers; rivers bluer than the sky;angels shining and singing; and hearingsweet music, as if bands of little childrenwere harping the hymns of Paradise. Andhe talked of heaven as though he had seen it.It was as if he had been from home for along, dreary time, and was now returning toits dear, familiar haunts, to hear the voicesand take the hands that he loved; to sit withsecurity in his own seat; to wander at willin the pleasant paths from which no onecould turn him away; to feel that there washis father's house, and that he was safe therefor ever!Many times he murmured " Good night,dear mother, till to-morrow;" and often didshe think she saw the shadow that comesbut once. At last he spoke no more, butsmiling peaceful, dreading the change aslittle as his sleep, he fixed his full blue eyesupon her, and gradually the light faded outof them-into heaven.It was a beautiful death-bed-a transla-tion, rather-and for many moments thewidowed mother sat looking upon thatpeaceful clay.
CHILD OF JESUS. 61"To suffer no more," she murmured, asshe wept, and kissed the eyes she had closed."Oh! my dear one! I would not call theeback. No; I could not call thee back."When little Charley sprang from his bedin the morning, and wondered at the stillnessof the room, his mother took him gently towhere the sleeper lay, and when he gazedup, grieved, heart-stricken, in her face, shekissed his rosy lips, and said, softly, " Try tobear it, Charley; remember you are allmother has left.""But my dear brother! I want him!"cried the child."Ah!" said the mother, with a sigh,"heaven wanted him too."There was sorrow in the stately mansionas well as in the home of the cottager. Thesteps of the servants had grown more noise-less day by day, and before the door wasspread the thick, soft tan, that no sound ofhurrying wheels might disturb the sick manso near his end. At last there was no hope;the doctor had said that recovery was impos-
62 CHILD OF JESUS.sible. Mrs. Irving was in despair.- Neverbefore had she waited upon the bed of disease;it was a new experience to her-a trialfraught with horrors. She had loved toshine in the gay ball-room, in the splendidtheatre, but she had never been prepared tomeet trouble in any form. Now she muststand and see the end of earth; she mustrealize that she was born for somethingbesides living. She must think whether, hadthat time come to her, she had been preparedto give up the company she so loved, thepomps, and vanities, and shows she so de-lighted in; whether here the gay laughwould be fitting-the dazzling jewel-thecostly robes-the sneer at things sacred.Oh, how great the contrast between thatwatcher, surrounded by obsequious nursesand servants, and the lowly woman, whowas the child of Jesus Christ! One in themidst of wealth and friends, the other aloneand poor. One who, if her husband died,would still find many strong arms uponwhich to rely; the other left, still desolate,with only her little child, to battle throughlife with want and with sorrow, yet quiet,
CHILD OF JESUS. 63calm-upholding the sufferer, while the richwife disturbed the dying moments of hercharge with wild cries and lamentations.Nell, too, little Lilly's aunt Nell, wasstrangely disquieted. There had come toher some dim longings for a better life, sinceshe had seen the sweet invalid on the beach,the day before. The question recurred toher mind again and again, "Do you loveJesus?" And since, on the morning fol-lowing, she had heard that there was no hopefor her brother, she thought of nothing else.Was he prepared to exchange worlds? Oh,she wished then she had been a Christian-she might have been of so much comfort tohim! But now, regrets were vain.Lilly, the little child, seemed the onlyperson who retained composure at thateventful time. The little creature had grownso sweetly thoughtful, that it had been apleasure to have her in the room. On theday when the pale sun looked in upon thesick man, and shone so faintly across hispallid brow, he called for Lilly, and as shecame in, he whispered for the first time,a heavenly smile making his face brilliant:
64 CHILD OF JESUS."Daughter, I can say 'Jesus,' now.""Oh, father, I'm so glad!" cried the child,leaning over to kiss him. "I'll go and tellmy little lame boy. And does He comeand talk with you P""Yes, darling, he talked with me all lastnight.""Didn't I tell you so !" cried the child, intriumph-tones. "And how does he look,father ?"" Too glorious for mortal lips to describe,little daughter. Thank God, I shall soon seethe brightness of his glory !"The child bent over more closely, as shewhispered:"And don't you suppose mother will seek'Jesus,' too ?""Ask her, my lamb," replied her father;" tell her he smooths the pillow of death."Mrs. Irving heard it, and wept unre-strainedly. This child, whom they had de-voted to the world, would she lead them allto Christ ?"Can you say 'Jesus can make ?'" stillqueried the child.
CHILD OF JESUS. 65"Yes, darling;" and he repeated it slowly,clasping his hands, his voice low and fer-vent."Oh, that is so good !--and now you willget well, won't you, papa ?"" No, darling, father is going to heaven,"he replied."' What! going to leave me-to leave yourlittle Lilly all alone?" she asked, a shadecoming over brow and eye." Not all alone, Lilly, for I leave Jesuswith you and your mother, and your aunt,and some time you shall come to me.""When, father?" The child was veryearnest." When Jesus calls you. Can't you giveme up to him ?"" Must I come through the ground,papa ?" still questioned the child." Yes, darling, you will die first.""And will Jesus go with me there ?"" Yes, my child, every step of the way, ashe is going with me. Oh! my Lilly, I wishI had learned to say Jesus' when I was asyoung as you are now."" And you will be sure to wait for me,E
66 CHILD OF JESUS.papa ?" added the little one, a strangethoughtfulness gathering on brow and lip."Sure, my little one-for you, for dearmamma, for dear Aunt Nell, if they willonly come."A smile broke slowly over the little facewhose eyes were lifted, and in a rapt wayshe turned their dark orbs on her father,saying, with a childish earnestness, " Won'tit be nice ?"Tears of joy, of faith, of blessedness, be-dewed the sick man's cheek. "Surely," hewhispered in his own heart, " this child is anheir of heaven-one of those whom Hecalled; she will led the rest to Christ. Idie happy."My child! where are you going ?" askedher aunt, in surprise, as Lilly came bringingin her little shawl and bonnet."Going to tell my lame boy that papacan say 'Jesus,'" replied the child, tieingstrings and placing folds with quiet, sadgravity."But, my dear, it is no time to go to-day,"said her aunt, shading her dim eyes-dimwith weeping.
CHILD OF JESUS. 67"Oh! yes, it is; papa told me I might. Iasked him, and he said, 'Go, Lilly, it willcomfort the dear boy.' So they are comingwith the carriage; and you know you prom-ised to carry some jellies; and then papasaid I must go out, that I was pale."" But, Lilly, don't you know that yourfather is very, very ill ? Suppose he shoulddie while you are gone," said her aunt,mournfully." Oh! but you don't know; he's got Jesus-he told me so; he don't need me anymore-he don't need anybody; he isn't a bitafraid, and he smiles all the time," said thechild, every word springing from the depthsof her faith-filled heart, while Nell, quiteovercome, hid her face and wept.After a little silent crying, her aunt arose,attired herself plainly, and, procuring somejellies and other delicacies, she entered thecarriage, and the two were driven out to thecottage of the widow.The day was a warm one, and as theydrew near they were not much surprised tosee the blinds drawn close, while littleCharley sat on the door-stone, his head bent
68 CHILD OF 7JSU8.upon his hand. As they alighted from thecarriage, however, the extreme quiet, and asomething unwontedly sad in the expressionof Charley's usually merry face, struck Lilly'saunt with the fear that she had only left thedying to see the dead. As they stepped overthe threshold, the evidence was before them,for, lying on the humble bed, strewn all over"with roses, the gifts of little children whohad loved him, lay the white clay of littleDaniel. The soul had gone to Jesus, whereit had so longed to go; but the face washallowed by an unearthly beauty."Is it possible," asked Nelly Irving," and only Saturday he was down there onthe beach !"" I am so glad he went," said the mother,softly; " it has-seemed to me since, as if hewas taking then his last farewell. He spokeof every thing-the birds, the trees, the sky,the flowers, the water, but constantly added,'How beautiful it must be in heaven! Oh!he was something more to me than a child !"she continued, two or three tear-drops fallingunwiped down her pale cheek, " somethingmore to me. When I have been all tired out
CHILD OF JESUS. 69with work, that smile of his would brightenme up, and make me glad that I could workfor him; and he would say such sweet things,that my darkness and my discouragementsseemed to fly as he spoke. This dear littlehand"-she bent over and kissed it-" hasled me over a great many toiling roads in mylife; dear little white hand! Jesus holds itnow. Oh! sometimes I have overheardpeople saying, 'What a dreadful burden thatsick child must be to her !' They little knewhow I longed for him when I have beenaway. It semeed to me as if I was coveredwith the dust of care and sorrow, and he wasthe soft, sweet rain that would wash it allaway. But there! I won't mourn. I pro-mised him I wouldn't .mourn, but it's hardparting! hard parting!" This she said,swaying to and fro, lifting her apron, wipingaway a tear now and then.Lilly had stood near, her hands clasped,her expressive countenance reflecting everyshade on that of the mourning mother's.Her aunt looked in silence and in awe on theheavenly features of the dead, wishing-yes,wishing most fervently that she could say
70 CHILD OF JESUS.that she loved and was striving to followthe Saviour he had served." Will he know, do you think, that myfather can say Jesus ?" at last asked Lilly,solemnly."Perhaps so, dear," said the widow,smiling through her tears. "He spoke ofyou, of your father, too, last night before hedied."" Did he ? Oh! what did he say ?" askedLilly."'Tell her to love Christ, and to dogood,'" he said; "'if I could live andbe well, I would be a minister of thegospel.'""i Must I be a minister of the gospel ?"asked Lilly.Mary thought a moment, and then, in herown quiet, grave way, she answered, " Yes;you must and you may be a minister of thegospel in many ways. When you ministerto the poor for Christ's sake, when youminister to the suffering or the sinning, youwill certainly be following that great calling.Every body may do in some way the workof a minister. Christ tells us if we only give
CHILD OF JESUS. 71a cup of cold water in his name we have ourreward. You have been a minister, mylittle child, if what they tell is true, for,through your ministrations, your father hasbeen better fitted to die."These words sank deep into the heart ofLilly's young aunt, coming as they did fromthe lips of experience, and by the bedsideof the saintly child whose life had bloomedand been filled with fragrance amidst somany discouraging circumstances. She hadbeen a minister also, but not of righteous-ness. She had ministered to folly, to vanity,exclusively. The light she followed shenow saw was false; the ambition thatprompted her, vain; she had not lived anupright Christian life; she had been aminister to and worshipper of self. Poor,blinded soul! she was now groping her wayto the light. For the first time she thought-for the first time fallen reason asserteditself, and she said, through tears, as thelittle girl was seated in the carriage besideher,"Lilly, you and I will seek Jesus."
72 CHILD OF JESUS.It was a beautiful day, that on which twofuneral trains wound their way to the prettycemetery of L-- One was composed ofhumble people, a village procession on foot,following the body of the dear little Daniel,the widow's son. The other glittered in allthe pomp of wealth, and carriage after car-riage drove with stately pace behind thesplendidly-draped hearse. In consequenceof an expressed wish of Mr. Irving, the littleboy who had been instrumental in his con-"version, was to be buried in his own family-tomb; and now they were together on thegreen sward, side by side-the rich and thepoor-the man of grasping intellect and amind stored with the wealth of lore new andold, and the precious little child, who onlyknew Jesus Christ, and him crucified.And there the mourners were gathered,standing silent, respectful while the man ofGod spoke to them in eloquent words of timeand of eternity. Afar off, the blue seacould be discerned, and sunshine streamedand birds sang amid the bending trees." They have gone to God," said the pastor,pointing to tbh serene faces of the dead,"the little child and the strong man in hisprime. And it is a beautiful fact, that aword spoken by this now unconscioussleeper, was the means of strewing thedying pillow of our brother with flowers.
CHILD OF JESUS. 73There was no sadness round that bed-therewere no terrors there. We that watched andsaw the smiles that glorified his face couldalmost catch the rustle of angels' wings-could almost hear the melody of angel-harps.And so, I am told, through the long nighton which this child was going down into theriver, did the most seraphic happiness attendthe journey. Sometimes he would wakenand say that he had seen Jesus, describinghim to be so radiant that he could hardlylook at him for his brightness. Then hewould ask his mother if she heard that sweetmusic, if she saw that beautiful garden, fullof little children ? Oh, to die thus, triumph-ing over pain, over every earthward inclina-tion, is only the privilege of those who loveJesus Christ! Blessed and holy dead! yehave left a glorious memory behind you.Both are hallowed with the recollection ofthe sweetest sentences I ever heard."1' I have only tosay Jesus in my heart,'said the child who is singing in triumph inheaven, I have only to say Jesus,' and he'ssure to come and make me forget my pain.'"Tears were streaming down the pastor'scheeks as he added, "Was there ever abrighter, a nobler illustration of Christianfaith? The little child said Jesus,' andJesus, wrapped in the garments of his glory,came to the lowly bed, and in his holy em-
74 CHILD OF JESUS.braces pain is lulled to sleep. 'I have seenthe beauty of all countries,' says the man, ashe sinks into the arms of death; 'I havetasted of all pleasures-I have been surround-ed with every earthly good-I have loved andbeen beloved-but never have I known, inall the hours of my transport, any thing soblissful as the love that fills my soul in thesedying moments!' There, too, was a recordthat shall never die. Oh, well might he havesaid, 'Come, world, and see how Christ re-wards those who follow him.'" Much morewas said, while the great crowd listened, andmany a man and woman of fashion fell be-side the hallowed dead. How empty weretheir lives! how like shadows the pleasuresthey pursued ILILLY'S USEFULNESS." AND did Lilly die ?"Oh no, my little one; you must not thinkthat good children all die. It is not so-though some seem sent on missions of loveand mercy that make their little lives a Gos-pel, and then God, who knows the future,and has good reasons for all he does, callsthem to a beautiful home. When you cometo look upon death, not as a strangely ter-rible thing, but as a gentle messenger whocarries dear children up to the paradise ofGod, you will not tremble and fear to die
CHILD OF JESUS. 75any more than you now tremble and fearwhen you are going to the distant home ofsome dear friend. How you long to go, es-pecially when you hear that they have fruitsand flowers there, and little children, andrich gardens, and many toys; but you wouldlong more to go to heaven did you knowhow fair it is, how much lovelier than earth,and that you would see that sweet littlebrother over whose white face you wept, orthe dear mother who said "good-by," andkissed you so many years ago.Lilly had doubtless a work before her, andso she lived to grow strong and noble in herstrength. She talked often of her father andof his happiness where he had gone. Onceevery week, while the summer lasted, shecarried wreaths of flowers to the tomb-onefor Daniel, one for her father, and left themthere. Her mother was quite overwhelmedwith sorrow; for some time it seemed as ifher reason tottered, and then Lilly wouldimplore her to "say Jesus," as her fatherhad done. Her pleadings were not withouttheir effect, and little by little the child ledher mother to the footstool of prayer, as shehad led her father and her youthful aunt.And as her mother became more devoted,she looked about her to see how she could bestuse the gold that had been left to her. Manya sufferer had cause to rejoice that ever she
76 CHILD OF JESUB.became a Christian. Her charity was great.One day, late in the fall, her aunt Nelltold Lilly to get ready to go with her to thelittle red cottage in L--. Joyfully thechild made her preparations, and soon thehandsome carriage stopped before the door.The widow received them pleasantly, butNelly could see that the poor woman was introuble, for her work was folded up besideher, and her eyes looked red.At last she told them that she had anattack of rheumatism, that disabled her sothat she could not work, and she expectedshe should be obliged to lose the little cot-tage her husband had built, because therewas a heavy mortgage upon it; and as forCharley her dear little boy-At that moment, Charley himself entered,saying, only, " Mr. James says he'll take me,mother, but I wish I could stay," and hecried as if his little heart would break."You see, miss," said the widow, placingher arm about the weeping boy, "instead ofletting Charley get his learning as I intended,and perhaps make a good and Christian manof him, I must bind him out to a trade,young as he is. I shouldn't feel it so much,only with the offer we have, he'll have to goforty miles away, and I'll only see himevery three months. You may think itstrange, my dear young lady," she added,
CHILD OF JESUS. 77" when I tell you that I didn't feel so badputting little Daniel away in the tomb, as Ido putting Charley under the care of astranger. My poor, fatherless boy!"" I think you will not have to put Charleyaway," she said, while Lily's eyes sparkled,for she knew what was coming. "I think Iknow a way by which Charley can go to schooland you need not sell the little cottage.""Oh! my dear young lady; it is inpossi-ble!" said the mother, her face brightening,notwithstanding. " I have put off the timeagain and again, but I can't do so any longer,I wish I could," she added mournfully."But I have something to tell you," saidLilly's aunt, smiling a little. "The daybefore my brother died, he called me to him,and asked about your circumstances. I toldhim what I thought was true, that long-con-tinued sickness must have made a constantdemand upon your store, and I thought-you will excuse me-that you could not bevery well off. Then he made reply to me, andhis wife sat near, I want you to see that shehas five hundred dollars after the settlementof my affairs is made. They have given methe bread of life, and I can make them but apoor return.' So you see I have come toring you the money, which I hope will payoff the mortgage, and enable you to keepCharley at home with you."
78 CHILD OF JESUS.This joyful news made the widow almostincredulous. For a few moments, the sur-prise deprived her of speech, and she couldonly look mutely to heaven, and then at theglowing face beside her. But at last shefound words, and it was affecting to see hergratitude-to hear her bless both the giverand He who prompted the beautiful deed." Oh, yes! it will pay off all the mortgage;it will leave me enough to keep my child.Charley, dear one, do you hear ? Motherwill not have to part with her boy; will nothave to give him into the care of strangerswho do not know nor love him as she does.Oh! bless the Lord, my soul!"So the widow did not weep any more, butlistened to a plan which " Aunt Nell" hadbeen thinking of, and now, for the first time,disclosed. It was that Charley's mothershould commence a little school, and shepledged herself to procure her sufficientpupils to make a beginning,besides furnishingher with a few desks, and benches enough toseat twenty pupils.This she said would obviate the necessityfor harder labour, and make her life passmore pleasantly, while the excitement ofseeing young faces, and being surroundedwith childish associations, would cause hermore happiness than her now too quiet life."And sometimes," said Lilly, "we are
CHILD OF JESUS. 79coming out here to see you-mamma and I-and to take tea with you. Mamma wantsto talk about your dear little boy, and howhe loved Jesus. And mamma has taken aclass in the Sabbath-school, so has AuntNelly, and I am mamma's scholar in themorning, and Aunt Nelly's in the afternoon."Charley was happy enough, now that hewas not to be separated from his mother.Soon the pretty little cottage room was filledwith children, to whom the widow taught therudiments of education, and a cheerful lightcame once more to the eye that had growndim over her hard labour. Lilly verified herpromise, for on one pleasant afternoon, thecarriage stood at the widow's house, and aservant brought a basket containing manyniceties for the tea-table, while Lilly's auntand mother came, Lilly bounding beforethem, and making the little place quiteradiant with her cheerfulness and beauty.The school was not yet dismissed, so therewas plenty of time to give the pretty pic-tured cards that Lilly had brought for thatpurpose, and the little children crowdedaround her, delighted with the gifts, andthanking her with their sweet smiles andsweeter kisses.And now, my little readers, it will, I know,please you to hear that Lilly is a lively girlof twelve years, and a good, kind, Christian
80 CHILD OF JESUS.daughter and friend. There is, in all thelarge school which she attends, no happier,more blithe, and fun-loving creature, and, atthe same time, every body acknowledges thather guiding star is religion. Is there anypassionate dispute between rival students,Lilly must settle it. It is Lilly who is calledfor if any accident occurs, because her sweetvoice so soothes and strengthens the weak.She is her mother's most intimate friend-ahigh compliment nfor any daughter-andnone know her who do not love her. Theprecepts of Jesus she carries in her heart,and from their practice emanates a life ofbeautiful consistency."I don't believe in the profession of someof the girls, but Lilly Irving I do think isa Christian," is a remark often made concern-ing her. "Yes," says another, "she carriesit in her very countenance."Often does Lilly visit the widow, whoseson, now a lad of thirteen, bids fair to becomewhat has always been his fondest desire, aminister of the gospel. The widow stillteaches in her little school, and sometimesshe, with Lilly, goes to the quiet cemeteryto place roses on the tomb where their dearones rest. And Lilly always reads withhumid eyes, pausing over the inscription toher father's memory," JUST SAY JESUS."
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