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Title: The story of little David
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(LuE, xviii. 16.)


LITTLE DAVID( the dear
child of whom you will-read,
was born October 4th, 1836.
As soon as he came into our
world, his-father gave him up
to God, in prayer. Hs, mother
said she would take hi1m and
nurse him for God, and God.
helped her to do so. When he

8 Little' David.
was a very little boy, not more
than two years old, he learned
to say or to sing a little prayer.
It began thus :
'Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child,' etc.
Very often have I seerr him,
when kneeling by his mother's
knee, put his little hands be-
fore his eyes, whilst he has
said or sung that prayer; and
he did not pray in vain. Jesus,
the dear Saviour, who died for

Little David. 9
you as well as for him, heard
his prayer, and looked in mercy
upon him.
It was in the summer of 1840,
that Little David became a
scholar in my class. I loved
all the little boys in my class,
but most of all did I love him:
his school-fellows loved him
too. I don't know how it was,
but we could not help loving
him. I think it was because he
was so good a boy. I shall

o Little David.
not soon forget him. Oh, no!
I cannot forget him.
A pretty little fellow was
Little David-; just four years
old, rather higher than the
table on which you dine. He
used to wear a light blue tunic
or frock coat, which came just
below his knees; there were in
front of it three rows of bright
silver-looking buttons ; they
were not silver, but bright like
silver; one row passed from the

Little David. I3 -
right shoulder, another from the
left, and the third in the centre.
Each row of buttons went to
the bottom of his coat. On the
back part of the coat there was
some braid. He wore some
little white trowsers, blue and
white plaid socks, with patent
leather slippers, which were
fastened at the sides by straps
and buckles; the buckles were
silver ones, given him by his
grandfather. Around his neck

14 Little David.
he wore a little silk tie, blue and
white plaid, which was tied by
a very pretty bow in front; over
this was a neat white collar,
ironed almost as smooth as
glass, which folded back upon
his shoulder. He used to wear
a beaver hat with a very broad
Often has my heart felt glad
when I have seen that little boy
enter the school-room of a Sab-
bath morning, holding in his

Liltle David. 15
hand, as he was wont to do, a
rosebud, or some choice flower
which he had brought to pre-
sent to his teacher. His fine
black eyes used to shine so
brightly, his cheeks looked so
.clean and his lips so red, his
face wore so pleasing a smile,
and his voice was so- soft and
sweet, that I could not refrain
from taking him on my knee,
and kissing him. Indeed he
was a lovely boy.

16 Little David.
At home he was fond oi read-
ing his books; and whilst other
children were at play, he would
be found learning those tasks
which had been set him at
school, or committing to me-
mory passages of Scripture, or
verses of those hymns that had
pleased'him on the Sabbath.
Sometimes hewould beg money
for the missionaries.
Yet if he had had no other
beauties than those which you

Little David. 7
have read of, they would have
availed him nothing in the
sight of God. But he, through
mercy, was -led to seek the
Saviour, and he felt it his duty
and delight to do what God had
told him to do. Hence, he
honbured his parents, and no-
thing could induce him wilfully
to disobey their commands.
At one time, when he was
about five years old, his father
told hiin to stand by a gate, and

18 Little David
-keep it closed until he came
back, that no sheep might get
out of the yard, while he went
to another place to look for one
that was missing. While his
father was gone, the clouds be-
_ga to look black; presently,
th lightning flashed, the thun-
r rolled very long and loud,
and the rain came down it
wet Little David's clothes quite
through; but he did not move.
At last, his sister saw him, and

Little David. 19
called to him, but he would not
leave until his mother came to
the door for him; and when he
went into the house, he did not
complain as some boys would
have done, that he was wet or
cold, but looking into his
mother's face, while the tears
fell fast, he said to her, Dear
mother, do you think God will
be angry with me, for leaving
the sheep before father came

20 Little David.
His love to his Sunday-school
was almost as great as his love
to his parents; he lived far
from the school, more than a
mile, yet no state of the weather
would prevent his being there,
and always in time.
I well remember one Sabbath
morning, when the ground was
covered with snow. Finding,
when I had finished my break-
fast, that the snow continued to
fall, I made up my mind not to

Little David. 21
go to school that morning. So,
having put some more fuel
upon the fire, in front of which
my favourite dog "Prince" was
sleeping, I drew my old arm-
chair near to it, and sat down,
sincerely thanking God, my
kind Creator, for the comforts
of a home.
I had scarcely begun reading
a favourite book, with my legs
crossed in front of a blazing fire,
when I heard a gentle rap at the

22 Little David.
door. Prince hastily jumped
up, and began to bark. I patted
him on the back, saying, "Come,
Prince, I would not turn you
from my door such a morning
as this, much less a fel!ow-
creature; let's see who it is,
'-Here to the houseless child of want
My door is open still;
And though my portion is but scant,
I give it with good will.'"
So saying, and almost before

Little David. 25
finishing the verse, I opened the
door, when what was my sur-
prise to see Little David, muf-
fled up in an old great coat,
standing there. I said to
Tcacher. What! David! is
that you ? Why, where are you
going to such a morning as
this ?
David. To school, teacher.
Tiaccer. To school, my
boy; nay, come in, and sit down

26 Little David.
by my nice fire, and I will talk
to you about Jesus Christ.
David. I would rather go to
school, if you please, teacher.
Teacher. Well, but my boy,
I am-poorly. I cannot go this
morning; I should take fresh
David. I am sorry for that,
teacher; but perhaps there will
be another teacher there, and
I will tell him 'tis too cold for
you. Good bye, teacher.

Little David. 27
So saying, the little fellow
turned from my door, plodding
his way through the unbeaten
track of snow. I sat down a-
gain, but not for long. I did not
feel comfortable. Taking my
hat, I ran into the road, having
buttoned my great coat quite up
to my chin, and soon overtook
Little David; when, taking him
up in my arms, I carried him
to school, where I found most
of my class in waiting. I have

28 Little David.
just mentioned this account of
Little David in the snow-storm,
to show you how fond he was
of his school. Try, my dear
children, to be like him.
Winter passed away. The
cold winds ceased to blow. The
soil of the earth became soft.
The fields clothed themselves
in a garment of beauteous
green; the primrose and the
daisy bloomed on the banks;
the crocus and snow-drop were

Little David. 29
seen in the garden; and the
modest violet-like the good
child who is willing to perform
a kind deed without being seen
as the actor-shed its fragrance
in the retired groves of our land.
Insects, in countless numbers,
buzzed from flower to flower,
or crept from plant to plant,
enjoying those pleasures which
the God of nature had made
them capable of.
By degrees the days be-

30 Little David.
came longer and brighter; the
nights shorter and less gloomy.
Spring lived and died. The
primrose gave way to the but-
tercup; the snow-drop yielded
to the tulip; the crocus to the
iris; the violet retired, making
way for her more lasting nor
less fragrant sister, the rose;
the daisy continued to shine;
the singing of the birds was
heard through all our land;
During these months, as re-

Little David. 31
gularly as the Sabbath re-
turned, Little David occupied
the seat which his kind mother
had provided for him. It was
a neat little stool, with maho-
gany legs, covered on the top
with a piece of carpet, which
was fastened on by a strip of
red leather, secured by a row
of brass nails.
He continued to grow in the
esteem of his teachers; and we
had fondly hoped that when we

32 Little David.
should have gone to our resting-
place, he would have been a
useful teacher in the Sabbath-
school in our stead. But, just
like the pretty rosebud, which,
growing in the garden on a
summer morning, receives the
drops of dew that add to its
beauty, and, before it opens
itself in full bloom, is gathered
and taken away by the owner
of the garden, so he, beautiful
in appearance, received fresh

Little David. 33
lustre from the grace of God in
his heart; and when attention
was attracted to the opening,
beauties of our lovely flower,
suddenly its Owner gathered it,
and honoured it by taking it
from the branch whereon itwas
exposed to the cold winds of
sin, and placing it in His
bosom in His house above.
One Sabbath morning, I was
surprised when the school had
begun, to notice that Little

34 Little David.
David was not present. I in-
quired of the scholars of the
class, but no one had seen him.
Every now and then I was in-
terrupted by questions as to
the cause of his absence. At
last, one little fellow came to
me, and, weeping, said, "MayI
go and see where Little David
is, teacher?" I said to him,
" No, my boy, it is too far for
you to go. I'll go myself,

Little David. 35
As soon as the school was
over, I hastened to his father's
house. I was met at the door
by his mother, who seemed full
of grief. She said to me, "Oh,
I am so glad you are come!
I have just sent for you."
"Why?" I inquired. "What is
the matter?" "Oh!" she replied,
"Little David is so ill: the
doctor says he cannot live."
"-Indeed, how long has he been
so ill, and what is the nature of

36 Little David.
his illness?" "He was taken on
Friday, after his return from
school. It is supposed to be
the brain fever. Would you
like to see him ?" Oh, yes,"
I said, I came on purpose."
As I was proceeding upstairs,
she gentlypressed myhand, and,
whispering, said, "I don't think
you will know him, and I am
certain he will not know you."
I entered the room where he
lay; and, sure, that hour I saw

Little David. 37
the saddest sight on earth.
There, on his little bed, lay my
little scholar; but how altered.
When I entered the room, he
was in what is called a convul-
sive fit. His little hands were
tightly clenched. Of his dark
black eyes, which had so often
pleased me, I could see nothing
but the white parts; his lips
were blue, his cheeks pale, and
his mouth drawn on one side.
His curling locks of auburn hair

38 Little David.
had all been cut off, and his
head was shaven; upon it was
a cloth, damped with vinegar
and water, which his sister,
who was standing by his side,
every now and then took and
dipped afresh, so that it might
be more cool. His voice was
unnatural. I stood, and-what
would you have done?-I
wept, and left the room.
When the service of the day
had closed, I returned and-

Little David. 39
found him sleeping; I remained
with him until three-o'clock
in the morning. I think it
was about twelve o'clock that
night, when Little David open-
ed his eyes and looked at me,
saying, "Teacher, is thatyou?"
I went nearer to him; he said,
"You are very kind." When he
appeared refreshed, I sat down
and talked with him; and as
near as I can remember, this
was the conversation we had:-

40 Little David.
Teacher. David, you are very
seriously ill.
David. Yes, teacher.
Teacher. The doctor says,
he don't think you will get any
better: he thinks you will die,
David. Does he, teacher?
Teacher. Yes; where do you
think you will go to when you
die, David?
He looked veryserious, and at
last said, To heaven, teacher."

Little David. 41
Teacher. To heaven Do
you know what kind of persons
they are who go to heaven ?
David. They are good peo-
ple, teacher.
Teacher. Well but, David,
you have sometimes been a
naughty boy; you have been
proud of your clothes; some-
times, perhaps, disobeyed your
kind mother, and done naughty
things; how can you expect to
go to heaven?

42 Little David.
The tears came into his eyes,
and they rolled fast down his
face when he exclaimed earn-
estly :-
"Oh, yes, teacher, I have
been a naughty boy; but it
was only last Sunday that you
said in our lesson, that Jesus
Christ did come into the world
to save sinners; and you said
if little children would pray to
Him, that the blood of Jesus
would cleanse them. I believed

Little David. 43
what you said; and when I got
home I did kneel down and
pray to 'Him, and I think He
has forgiven me."
I knelt with his mother by
the side of that bed, and we
thanked our heavenly Father,
who had "hid these things from
the wise and prudent," and had
"revealed them unto babes."
Oh, my dear children, if you
will pray as that dear little boy
prayed, the Lord Jesus will

44 Little David.
hear your prayer, and will take
away your sins. As soon as
morning came I went to my
home; and all that day, and
many a time since, I have had
those words sounding in my
ears, "I did kneel down and
pray to Him, and I think He
has forgiven me."
On the following evening I
again visited him. When I en-
tered the room, a great change
had taken place. He lay, with-

Little David. 45
out taking any notice; his body
was very weak, and it seemed
to us that he would not be long
in this world. He had lain sev-
eral hours without' speaking.
He took no food, and could not
take his medicine. All that we
could do was to pray for him,
that the angel of God might
come and take his lovely spirit,
to dwell in the heavenly Home.
Every now and then he would
lift his little hand over his head,

46 Little David.
as though he saw something,
and he seemed to try to catch
it. Then he would have another
of these fits. But I won't say
anything about that, it was so
distressing. When that was
passed, he slept again.
I shall not soon forget that"
hour. The candle in the room
was almost burnt out; the fire
was very low. I went to the
window, which looked towards
the east, and drew the curtain

Little David. 49
on one side. The landscape
was most charming. The sky
was very clear, a stream of grey
light had just been poured upon
it-it was the break of day.
As I was contemplating this
scend, Little David, who had
been left in my charge, called
out, saying, Teacher, call my
mother, and my father too; let
me see them once more." Soon
his mother and his father, with
his brother and sister,' came

50 Little David.
around the bed. He gave a
lovely smile, and seemed to
receive fresh strength. He then
wished his brother a long good-
bye. He kissed his sister, say-
ing, Good-bye, my dear Julia;
you have been a good girl, you
shall soon come to heaven."
His father bent over him. He
said, "Good-bye, dear father;
you have been a good father
to me." His mother's heart
was almost broken: she bent

Little David. 5I
over her child and wept aloud.
The sweet little fellow said to
her, Don't cry, my own dear
mother, don't cry. Little David
will come and see you again."
All was now calm; it seemed
as though heaven had come
down to that room. I -had re-
tired into one corner of it, when
his mother asked me to pray.
I knelt; his mother knelt; we
all knelt and prayed, till prayer
seemed lost in praise. Little

52 Little David.
David looked anxiously around.
His mother said to me, "I think
he is looking for you." She
drew the curtains of the bed
on one side. He said, fixing
his flattened eye on me, "And
won't you kiss me too, dear
teacher?" I went to him. He
threw his arms round my neck,
and, pressing my face to his
with all his strength, he said
earnestly, "Good-bye, my dear,
dear teacher; good-bye, I am

Little David. 53
going to heaven, I am going
to heav-", But before he had
finished the word 'heaven," I
felt his mouth to open very
wide, I heard a gentle sigh
pass by my ear. I said to his
mother, "Dearchild,heis gone."
I tried to take his arms from
round my neck; but so tightly
were they fixed by his convul-
sive grasp, that it was -with
much difficulty I could do so.
Thus lived, my dear children,

54 Little David.
and thus died, my little scholar,
on Tuesday morning, August
2nd, 1842, aged five years and
ten months. Would you not
like to have seen him ? If you
would, I can tell you how you
may do so. Do as he did : pray
to Jesus Christ your Saviour,
to enable you, by His grace, to
give your tender hea, .s to Him,
and ever to live to His glory.
Love your Bibles and your Sab-
bath-school: there you will

Little David.

learn, as Little David learned,
the art of dying well.
Oh, yes, Jesus will hear your
prayer, and save you: Then,
when you die, you shall goto
the happy land above; and you
shall see Little David. Not,
indeed, as I have seen him,
with the pretty blue coat that
he used to wear; that is worn
out or faded ; but you shall see
him with the white robe which
the redeemed wear-a robe that

56 Little David.
will never fade. You will not
see him, as I have seen him,
with his beaver hat; but instead
of it, you shall see him with a
bright crown of glory. You
will not see him bring the rose-
bud to his teacher, begging
him to accept it; but you will
see him with the palm of vic-
tory, bendingbef6rehis Saviour,
offering it to Him. You will not
hear him sing, as I have done-
"Oh, that will be joyful, joyful," etc.

Little David. 57
Oh, no, he will not sing that
again-that is an earthly song.
But you will hear him sing,
'Unto Him that hath loved us,
and washed us from our sins in
His own blood, be glory and
dominion for ever and ever.
And- this shall be his song for
ever, and yours too, if you love
the Saviour.
Try to do so. Ask your
teachers to tell you the way to
do so;. and if this little story

58 Little David.
should lead you now to give
your heart to the Redeemer,
then, though you should never
see the writer of it, yet both he
and yourself will like to talk
about it in heaven.
May God bless you and save
you. So prays your affectionate
friend and teacher,
W. W.


BY M. E. M.
"He looked up to his mother and whispered, 'Does Jesus
love me? What will He say to ma when He first sees me?' "
"I KNOW that He loves me, mother;
I know that He hears me pray;
But when He sees me coming,
What will Jesus say ?

When He hears my little footstep,
Will He cross the crystal sea,
And out from among the angels
Come to welcome me ?"
* Last words ofGeorge Cuyler, who died aged 5 years.

6o What will Yesus say ?"
All through that April Sabbath,
With head on the mother's breast,
The sweet child murmured of Jesus
Till the sun was low in the west.

Then the door of heaven opened,
That had been ajar all day,
And our darling alone could answer,
"What will Jesus say ?"

We know that He went to meet him;
We know that a pierced hand
Was the first that clasped our dear
In the bliss of the better land.

S" What will 7esus say ?" 61
We cannot grow used to the silence;
We listen all the day
For the voice that made such music,
For the voice that's far away,-

For the merry foot on the stairway,
For the voice like a silver bell;
And Thou knowest, O our Father!
How hard to say, It is well!

The cup is very bitter,
Pressed to our burning lips;
The shade of that April Sabbath
Hath left our lives in eclipse.

62 What will yesus say ?"
But our hearts are lifted higher,
In the holy hour of prayer;
And our heaven hath drawn the
And grown exceeding fair.
On the grave we scatter flowers;
But our glorious boy hath gone
Where no shadow of death shall
The flowers around the throne.
And the sacred touch of sorrow,
Wafts from earth's cares away,
As we think how sweetly he whis-
"What will Jesus say ?" [pered,


ONLY a baby's grave!
Some foot or two, at the most,
Of star-daisied sod; yet I think that
Knows what that little grave cost.
Only a baby's grave!
Strange, how we moan and fret.
For a little face that was here such
-a space-
Oh! more strange could we forget!

64 Only a Batbys Grave /"
Only a baby's grave!
- Did we measure grief by this,
Few tears were shed on our baby
I know how they fell on this.
Only a baby's grave!
Will the little life be much
Too small a gem for His diadem,
Whose kingdom is made of such ?
Only a baby's grave!
Yet often we come and sit [own
By the little stone, and thank God to
We are nearer, to Him for it.


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