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WORDS OF COMFORT,
©pinions of t!je Briti's]^ Press.
Evang-elical Repository. — l^iQwer h^iove, at least in this
country, has love intertwined so lovely and so sweet a
wreath — a true Immortelle — \.o lay on the grave of de-
parted childhood.
Glasg-otv Herald. — It will help to wipe away those tears
which, we suppose, are well-nigh the hottest that gush out
even in this sad and sorrowing world.
British Controversialist. — ^h\^ is a casket of affection,
full of gems of heart value, and precious to the soul. It
is an anthology of parental love and sorrow, and an ency-
cloptedia of pure and holy consolation.
United Presbyterian Magazine. — The plan and execu-
tion of this little work are alike most admirable. We
cannot exaggerate its merits; and rivals, that see it put
above and before themselves, will frankly acknowledge
that this is just as it ought to be.
Reformed Presbyterian Magazine. — We heartily com-
mend it to the perusal of those from whom God has in His
mysterious providence removed " household treasures."
London Quarterly Review, April, 1869. — A most beau-
tiful and blessed book. Here are treasures of consolation,
in prose and poetry, for all that are bereaved.
The Morning Star. — It is so true to its title, and so ad-
mirably adapted to comfort houses of mourning when the
flowers of earth have been transplanted to the heavenly
soil, that it cannot fail to be a real household treasure.
U?iion Magazine for Sunday School Teachers. — A treas-
ury of the consoling utterances of genius and sympathy,
admirably adapted to soothe those who weep because their
children " are not."
Pulpit Afialy St. — Never, to our knowledge, was the lit-
erature of infant salvation so extensively collated, or so
wisely and carefully distributed.
Words of Comfort
PARENTS BEREAVED OF LITTLE
CHILDREN.
EDITED BY
WILLIAM LOGAN,
GLASGOW, SCOTLAND.
NEW YORK:
ROBERT CARTER AND BROTHERS,
530, BROADVV^Ay.
Xhf,
THE NEW YORK
PUBLIC LIBRARY
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AfTOK^LlNPX AH»
TILDEN FOUN»ATIOWk
1905
CAMBRIDGE:
PRESS OF JOHN WILSON AND SOW.
NOTE TO THE AMERICAN EDITION.
This volume, of which fifteen thousand copies have al-
ready been printed in Great Britain, hardlj' needs com-
mendation to the American reader. But the testimony
of two eminent clergymen — one in England and the
other in Scotland — may not be out of place.
Dean Alford, in the " Contemporary Review," says :
" This charming book . . . originally sprung out of a be-
reavement, which has indeed brought forth choice fruit.
Mr. Logan has brought together an ample collection, from
writers, English and foreign, in prose and verse, of pas-
sages which could bear on this subject. The large diffu-
sion of the volume is of itself testimony of the truth of our
recommendation, when we say that it is one which would
form a precious gift to bereaved friends, and would be
admitted into counsel with the wounded heart, at a time
when almost all words, written and spoken, are worthless.
Higher praise could hardly be given."
George Gilfillan, in the " Dundee Advertiser," says :
" Cordially do we wish that it may find its way into every
room of the vast house of mourning, and do there its
benevolent mission as a portion of the grand ministry
by which God is yet to 'wipe away tears from all faces.'"
That its lessons, so full of healing balm, so enriched
with truth, so clothed in beauty, may relieve, console, and
gladden many a stricken heart, is the hope of the Ameri-
can Publishers.
"I AM THE Resurrection and the Life." — John xi. 25.
"Is it well with the child? It is well." — 2 Kings iv. 26.
" Even so, — it is not the will of your Father which is in
Heaven, that one of these little ones should perish." — Matt,
xvlii. 14.
"Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven." — Matt. xLx. 14.
" I WILL TURN MINE HAND UPON THE LITTLE ONES." — Zech. xili. 7,
"It is sown in weakness, it is raised in power." — i Cor. xv. 43.
" The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away ; blessed be
THE name of the Lord." — Jobi. 21.
"They died, for Adam sinned: they live, for Jesus died." —
Robinson
" Not Lost, but Gone Before." the almost Christian sentiment of the
great heathen morahst, Seneca. — D. M. MoiR ("Delta ")•
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CONTENTS.
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Brief Notice of a Short Life 17
INFANT SALVATION.
Rev. Dr. William Anderson, Glasgow 25
Rev. Dr. James Morison, Glasgow * 30
Rev. George Gilfillan, Dundee 37
Rev. Dr. John Ker, Glasgow 42
Rev. Dr. Ralph Wardlaw, Glasgow 54
Rev. Dr. Alex. MacLeod, Birkenhead 57
Rev. Dr. Alexander Wallace, Glasgow 61
Rev. Dr. Robert Ferguson, London .62
Rev. Dr. J. Logan Aikman, Glasgow 65
Rev. Dr. Edward Steane, London 66
Rev. Dr. William Cooke, London 67
Rev. Dr. Chalmers 69
Rev. Dr. Candlish, Edinburgh 70
Rev. Dr. Lawson, Selkirk 70
Jeremy Taylor 70
Evans 71
Rev. John Newton 71
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CONSOLATION.
Page
Rev. Dr. John Macfarlane, London — Parental Anxiety
Removed by the Early Death of Children ... 72
Rev. Dr. William Anderson, Glasgow — Recognition
after the Resurrection 76
Rev. Dr. Anderson — A Word of Warning to Mothers 78
Rev. Dr. John Brown, Edinburgh — Restoration of
Children in Heaven 80
Rev. Dr. Chalmers, Edinburgh —The Light that
Radiates around the Infant's Tomb 83
David Pae, Edinburgh — John Brown and his Little
Graves -85
Rev. C. H. Spurgeon, London — "Is it well with the
Child.?" 91
Professor Henry Rogers — A Mother Congratulated
on the Death of her Child - - i 97
Rev. Henry Allon, London — Children "God's Heri-
tP.ge" 103
Rev. George Gilfillan, Dundee — The Charm of Child-
hood no
Rev. George C. Hutton, Paisley — The Early Re-
moval of Children a Proof of Divine Goodness 114
Rev. William Taylor, M.A., Liverpool — Bereaved
Parents Comforted 118
Rev. William Blair, M.A., Dunblane — Grief not For-
gotten : 22
Rev. Dr. J. Logan Aikman, Glasgow — "Are there
Infants in Heaven?" 126
Rev. J. P. Chown, Bradford — On the Death of Chil-
dren 131
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Page
Rev. Dr. John Bruce, Newmilns, Ayrshire — "It is
Well " 133
Rev. John Guthrie, A.M:, Glasgow — God's Relation-
ship to Children 135
Rev. Dr. Joseph Brown, Glasgow — The Children
Safely Folded 137
Rev. Dr. Robert Ferguson, London — Little Ones in
Heaven 139
Rev. Dr. George Smith, London — Mutual Recogni-
tion in Heaven 142
Rev. Charles Garrett, Manchester — Safe with Christ 144
Rev. Professor M'Michael, D.D., Dunfermline — Un-
converted Parents Admonished 145
Rev. Henry Batchelor, Glasgow — A Word in Season 148
Rev. William Bathgate, Kilmarnock — Appeal to
Parents 150
William B. Bradbury, — A Transplanted Flower . . 153
Rev. Dr. Schaff — A Sweet Sorrow 154
Rev. Edward Irving, London — " Little Edward " . 156
Rev. Dr. John Cumming, London — Germs of Immor-
tality 158
Rev. Dr. Norman Macleod, Glasgow — The Black-
smith and his Wife at " Wee Davie's " Coffin . 160
Rev. Dr. Thomas Guthrie, Edinburgh — The Flowers
of Paradise 163
Rev. Dr. Alexander Fletcher, London — The Intelli-
gence of a Glorified Infant 164
Rev. P. B. Power, M.A., Kent — Heavenly Relation-
ship 165
Rev. John Jameson, Methven, Perthshire — The Faded
Flower ? . . . 167
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Rev. Alex. B. Grosart, Blackburn — A Hebrew Story 169
Rev. Ebenezer Erskine, Stirling — The Lilies Gath-
ered 171
Rev. Thomas Boston, Ettrick — Children before the
Throne 172
Matthew Henry— The Grave a Wardrobe .... 173
Samuel Rutherford — The Bloom falling into Christ's
Lap 175
Robert Hall — A Bud of Beauty 176
Rev. James Hervey, A.M., — Victory without Con-
flict 177
"The Flower Plucked by the Master" 178
Rev. Richard Cecil — The Crown of Life .... 179
Archbishop Leighton — Gone to Sleep i8i
Selection from "The Edinburgh Christian Instructor"
— The Glory of Departed Infants 182
THE CROWN WITHOUT THE CONFLICT.
Rev. R. H. Lundie — Musings on the Death of Chil-
dren 185
COMFORT FOR MOURNERS IN GENERAL.
Rev. Professor Eadie, D.D., Glasgow — The Saviour's
Sympathy with the Afiiicted 204
Rev. Professor Eadie, D.D., Glasgow — "Jesus Wept" 207
Rev. Dr. Charles J. Vaughan, Doncaster — How to
Sympathize with Mourners 211
Dean Alford, Canterbury — "Thy Will be Done" . 213
Principal Tulloch, D.D., St. Andrews — Sorrow for
the Dead 217
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Professor Islaj Burns, D.D., Glasgow — "How are
the Dead Raised Up, and with what Body do they
Come?" 221
Rev. Dr. John Ker, Glasgow — Christ's Delay to
Interpose against Death 227
Rev. George' Gilfillan, Dundee — A Lovely Life : Its
Closing Scene 231
Mrs. Janet Hamilton, Langloan — Resignation to the
Divine Will 235
Rev. Henry Allon, London — A Word to Parents . 239
Rev. J, Baldwin Brown, B.A., London — " These Lit- .
tie Ones" 242
Rev. Henry Ward Beecher — Identity Preserved in
Heaven 244
Rev. Wm. Morley Punshon, M.A. — Heaven a Vast
and Happy Society . 248
Rev. Dr. Theodore L. Cuyler, Brooklyn — A Walk in
Greenwood Cemetery 250
D. M. Moir ("Delta") — A Thornless Sorrow . . . 254
POETRY.
D. M. Moir ("Delta") — "Wee Willie" 256
William Wordsworth — " We are Seven " .... 259
Alfred Tennyson, D.CL. — The Grandmother . . 261
Alfred Tennyson, D.C.L. — Enoch Arden .... 262
Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Berkeley and Florence
Coleridge 262
Robert Southej-, LL.D. — Undying Love •. . •. . 263
Robert Burns — A Flower Transplanted 264
Robert Burns — " A Rose in Heaven " 264
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Thomas Aird — Song of the Church-jard Children . 265
D. M. Moir ("Delta") — "Weep not for Her". . . 266
James Hedderwick, Glasgow — Home Trial . . . . 268
Walter C Smith, D.D., Glasgow — Our First Taken 273
William B. Robertson, D.D., Irvine — The Child's
Angel 276
W. B. Robertson, D.D., Irvine — The Departed Nigh 278
James Montgomery — The Infant Choir in Heaven . 279
Archbishop Trench, Dublin — " Sleep Softly " . . . 280
Archbishop Trench, Dublin — Moravian Hymn . . 281
Archbishop Trench, Dublin — The White Doves . . 282
Henry Alford, D.D., Dean of Canterbury — The Child
in Paradise 283
Henry Alford, D.D., Dean of Canterbury — Faith . 284
Henry Alford, D.D. — Lacrymse Paternae .... 285
John Milton — "The Fairest Flower" 287
Paul Gerhardt — " Still Thou art mine Own "... 289
Gottfried Hoffman — " Go Hence, my Child " (Trans-
lated by John Guthrie, M. A., Glasgow) . . . . 292
Dante — The Vision 293
Gerald Massey — " Our Wee White Rose" .... 294
Alaric A. Watts — " The Death of the First-Born " . 296
Theodore Martin, London — The Angel and the
Infant 3C0
RobertNicoU— The Sick Child's Dream .... 301
Mary Howitt — The Child in Heaven 304
Elizabeth Barrett Browning — A Child's Grave at
Florence 305
Mrs. Hemans — A Messenger of Heaven 308
Harriet Beecher Stowe — The Garden Rose-Bud . . 309
J. Stanyan Bigg — "O Little Child" 311
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Page
Robert Pollok, A.M. — The Dying Mother and her
Child 312
Alexander Wallace, D.D., Glasgow — Jesus in the
Storm , 314
John Critchley Prince — "The Dewdrops Gone" . . 314
William M.Taylor, A.M., Liverpool — The Rosebuds 316
John Guthrie, M.A., Glasgow — Parental Consolation 317
William T. M'Auslane, Glasgow — Resigned in Hope 318
Rev. Henry Batchelor, Glasgo-w— To a Bereaved
Mother 319
Alex. Wallace, D.D., Glasgow — The Contrast . . 320
James D. Burns, M.A. — The Angels Singing . . . 320
William Freeland, Glasgow — Not Dead, but Changed 321
Selection from "The Christian Witness"— "The
Lambs all Safely Folded " 322
Rev. Richard Cecil — The Day-Dawn 325
John Moultrie — "The Three Sons" 327
John Pierpont — " He is not There " 328
Meinhold — The Good Shepherd and the Lamb . . 330
Selection from "The Christian Treasury" — "The
Evening Star" 331
Charles Wesley — Gone to Paradise 332
Ralph Erskine — The Highest Rank in Heaven . . t^t^t^
EPITAPHS ON INFANTS.
Robert Robinson 333
William Cowper 333
Thomas Aird 334
Mrs. Hemans 334
Hartley Coleridge 334
Professor John Wilson 334
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R. B. Sheridan 335
James Cawthorn 335
Francis Davison 33^
Samupl Taylor Coleridge 33^
Samuel Wesley 337
BRIEF NOTICE OF A SHORT LIFE.
npHE history of the little girl, whose some-
what sudden death was the moving cause
of collecting the contents of the following pages,
is soon told. Sophia, only daughter of Wil-
liam and Janet Logan, was born at Bradford,
Yorkshire, June 12th, 185 1, and died at Ab-
botsford Place, Glasgow, May ist, 1856, at
the tender and interesting age of four years
and ten months. Towards the close of March,
1856, she accompanied her mother to Keir-mill,
Dumfriesshire. About two months previously,
Sophia's faithful nurse had been buried in
the churchyard there. The child gave her
mother no rest till she took her to the beautiful
old sequestered burying-ground, on the banks
of the Scarr. She soon stood beside, what
she affectionately designated, whilst the tears
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trickled down her cheeks, " My Mary's grave ! "
The child was deeply affected, and would allow
no one to touch it with a foot, but gently
pressed with her little hand the tender grass
which covered it. She then went, of her own
accord, to a greener spot in the burying-ground,
plucked a " forget-me-not," and put it in at the
head of what she repeatedly spoke of as " My
Mary's grave ! "
Early on a Monday morning, which was one
of warm sunshine, after wishing '^ good-bye "
to a pious friend on her death-bed, she, in
company with her mother and grandfather,
walked to Thornhill. Passing along the ro-
mantic banks of the Nith, she was greatly
delighted with the gambols of a number of
lambs, and, with childlike simplicity, entreated
"Granpa " to assist her in catching one of them.
On returning home, she referred with great
glee to this part of the visit ; and little did her
parents then imagine that in about five short
weeks their friends, in consolatory letters,
should be referring to herself as a "safely
folded Jamb '' ! How impressive and sug-
gestive the words of the Psalmist: "Thy way
is in the sea, and Thy path in the great waters,
and Thy footsteps are not known." And how
soothing to a confiding heart the well-known
lines of Cowper ! —
Brief Notice of a Short Life. 19
*' Judge not the Lord bj feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste, »
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain."
Sophia was seized with gastric fever, and for
three weeks was chiefl}^ confined to bed. On
the last Sabbath but one of April, she was able
to be out of bed and relish a little food. For
a few days she seemed to improve, and on the
following Saturday was up during most of
the da}', and enjoyed herself much. After
running nimbly across the room-floor, she said,
playfully, to a beloved friend and "mother in
Israel," "You see, Grandma, that I can run
vet."*
* Both loved ones now sleep together in the same
grave, in the Glasgow Necropolis; the one having died in
her fifth, the other in her eighty-fourth year. It may
interest young readers to know that Sophia's Grandmother
had been for about seventy years a humble, sincere fol-
lower of Christ, and died in the firm faith and hope of
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This was her last Httle earthly journey.
Before retiring to rest, the writer said, " Shall
we ask Jesus to take care of us ? " To which
she promptly replied, "Yes!" — at the same
time gently folding her hands. On the Sab-
bath morning, on being asked to repeat a fa-
vorite passage of Scripture, she did so ; but, in
a lower and peculiar tone of voice, quoted
Proverbs viii. 17, "I love them that love me;
and those that seek me early shall find me,"
adding, after a pause, and in a whisper,
" The Lord's my Shepherd T^ On Monday
evening it was evident that the solemn mes-
senger. Death, was approaching. In the morn-
ing, her father, when alone with her, said,
" Will Sophia give her papa a kiss ? " She
instantly clasped her hands around his neck,
and with all the earnestness and pure affection
of a loving child, embraced him. The voice
of an all-wise, ever-kind Father was heard, at
this inexpressibly trying moment, saying, " Be
stilly and know that I am God ! " The writer
was "dumb, and opened not his mouth," and
going to heaven. Her last Bible utterance, suggested b^
one of her oldest and beloved ministerial friends (the
Rev. Dr. Wm. Anderson, Glasgow), was the following:
" There remaineth, therefore, a Rest to the people of God."
May the young, like her, give their hearts lovingly to
Jesus!
Brief Notice of a Short Life. 21
submissively, though with a soreness of heart
which cannot be expressed in words, silently
took farewell of Sophia. Oh leaving the house,
for the labors of the day, he said to Him who
hears even
" The burthen of a sigh,"
when passing in sadness along the busy street,
"The Lord gave, and the Lord is taking
away ; blessed be the name of the Lord ! "
and mentally repeated the following favorite
verses, with a mournful interest never before
experienced : —
" Whate'er we fondly call our own
Belongs to heaven's great Lord ;
The blessings lent us for a day
Are soon to be restored.
'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave;
He gives ; and when He takes away,
He takes but what He gave.
Then, ever blessed be His name !
His goodness swell'd our store;
His justice but resumes its own;
'Tis ours still to adore."
In the course of the afternoon, her mother,
observing her dear child getting worse, said,
"I think Sophia is going to 'Gentle Jesus,"*
when she faintly but distinctly responded,
"Yes, ma! and you will come too!" This
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was the last simple, intelligent sentence she
uttered on earth. She lingered on for a short
time, becoming gradually weaker, till at five
o'clock on Thursday, the ist of May, a lovely
sunny morning, the spirit was wafted by angels
to join the white-robed company of youthful
immortals "before the throne" in heaven.
The following were Sophia's favorite pas-
sages of Scripture : " I love them that love
me ; and those that seek me early shall find
me ; " " Create in me a clean heart, O God,
and renew a right spirit within me;" "The
Lord is my Shepherd."
Her favorite hymns were the following, part
of which she often sung in the evening, es-
pecially during the closing months of her brief
but beautiful life : —
" Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child;
Help me, Lord, to come to. Thee !
Let Thy blessing rest on me ! "
' See the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands,
With all-engaging charms ;
Hark, how He calls the tender lambs.
And folds them in His arms.
' Permit them to approach,' He cries,
Nor scorn their humble name;
For 'twas to bless such souls as these
The Lord of angels came.
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The feeblest lamb amidst the flock
Shall be its Shepherd's care :
While folded in the Saviour's arms.
We're safe from every snare."
*' There is a happy land,
Far, far away,
Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day.
Oh how they sweetly sing!
Worthy is our Saviour King,
Loud let His praises ring —
Praise, praise for aye.
Come to this happy land,
Come, come away;
Why will you doubting stand } —
Why still delay?
Oh we shall happy be
When, from sin and sorrow free.
Lord, we shall live with Thee —
Blest, blest for aye.
Bright in that happy land
Beams every eye :
Kept by a Father's hand,
Love cannot die.
On then to glory run ;
Be a crown and kingdom won,
And bright above the sun
Reign, reign for aye."
This "Brief Notice " has been retained in the
present edition with some hesitation. The
writer feels as if it were too sacred for the
pubHc eye. It has been preserved chiefly for
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the benefit of those who h3.ve been called to
mourn over the removal of beloved "little
ones ; " who will perhaps feel, in perusing the
pieces which follow, that they have been col-
lected by one who can enter sympathetically
into their deep heart-sorrow.
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INFANT SALVATION.
REV. DR. WILLIAM ANDERSON, GLASGOW.
T NOW turn to the consideration of the case
^ of such as die in infancy. These form by far
the greatest proportion of Redeemed Spirits.
And when the heart of the Christian is ready
to fail within him for grief, when among adult
men and women he can discover so little
which will reward the Redeemer for the tra-
vail of His soul, how reviving it is to look
upward, and contemplate the innumerable
multitude of those who were rescued in in-
fancy from the corrupting power of the world,
and safely secured for Himself in His heavenly
pavilion ! It is astonishing on the one hand,
that there should be found so many w^ho have
dark misgivings of heart on the subject of the
salvation of these infants ; and, on the other,
that among those who do not question it, so
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little account should be taken of them in esti-
mating the glory of the kingdom — despising
these little ones, and scarcely reckoning them
in the number of the Saved : whereas it would
be a less improper way of calculation to say,
that the kingdom belongs to children, and that
the adults who are saved are a few who are
admitted to a share of their inheritance.
Observe, therefore, in the First place, that,
with regard to the deceased infant children of
believers, their salvation, at least, is as sure
as the salvation of the parents themselves.
What was the promise worth, yea, what did it
mean, if it contained nothing for the spirits of
his infant offspring, when the Lord said to
Abraham, the type of all believing parents,
" I will establish my covenant between me and
thee, to be a God unto thee, and to thy seed
after thee," and commanded that they should
be circumcised, as well as himself, as a token
of their interest in the promised salvation?
Are not the blessings of God especially bless-
ings for eternity ? " Wherefore God is not
ashamed to be called their God, for he hath
prepared for them a city." And can infants
renounce the God of their parents, as those
may do who have grown up to years of per-
sonal responsibility? Oh, happy children, ye
who were laid hold of by the Redeemer and
Infant Salvation. 27
appropriated to Himself, before ye could apos-
tatize like your wretched brothers and unhappy
sisters, who have broken the household cove-
nant and abjured the family's Saviour ! Then,
said I to the father and mother as they wept,
Your children who have died are a better
portion to you than those who live : weep for
the living and not for the dead : it is the living
you have lost; the dead are safely reserved
for you. — Again: when believing parents
made their way so earnestly through the
obstructing disciples, to place their children
before the Redeemer that He might bless them,
what otherwise was His reception of them
worth, yea, what did it mean, when "He was
much displeased" with his disciples, "and said
unto them. Suffer the little children to come
unto Me, and forbid them not : for of such is
the kingdom of God," and then " took them up
in His arms, put His hands upon them, and
blessed them ? " If any of these children had
presently died — and there can be little doubt
that some of them did die in childhood — how
vain it had been for them to be blessed by the
Redeemer, if there be no heavenly inheritance
for those who die in early years?
It is most injurious, however, to the cause
of infants, to plead it on ground so low as this.
Instead of merely vindicating their admission,
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and some consideration for them, I regard
them as being generally the best welcomed
spirits which pass into the eternal world.
The whole of our Lord's treatment of them is
calculated to produce this impression. Besides,
contemplating the subject in the light of
reason, — Is not the intellectual and moral
structure, I ask, of an infant's spirit the same
as that of a full-grown man? And who shall
dispute, that some of the brightest geniuses
and most amiable hearts of our race may have
been withdrawn — in the love and valuation
of them withdrawn — after a short time's
breathing of the pestilential air of this earth,
yea, before a breath of it was inhaled, to be
secured and nursed in the Paradise of God?
As I think of it, I become the more persuaded,
that this securing of many of the best by early
death, maybe a principle of the divine admin-
istration. It is true, they passed away without
having acquired any of this world's learning ;
but irrespectively of God's standard of meas-
urement being a moral one, how insignificant,
I appeal, will not even Newton's science
appear in yonder Temple of Light ! Will the
infant spirit have any sense of inferiority from
the want of it? Will it appear disrespectable
for the want of it in the estimation of the
Eternal One? — It is true, again, that they
Infant Salvation » 29
passed away without any prayers in which
their infant knees had bowed ; and without
any psalms of praise which their infant hps
had sung; but what, brethren, I, a second
time, appeal, is the chief characteristic of a
rehcrious life in this world? Is it not to have
our hearts brought back to their infant state?
To have them cleansed of these pollutions, and
divested of these perverse habits which we
have contracted since we were like these chil-
dren, w^ho were early withdrawn from the
corrupting influences to which we have been
exposed? Accordingly, Christ's great lesson
for us is, Learn to be like a child. — And, a
third time, if there are a few deeds of charity,
of the performance of which we can speak for
ourselves, oh, is it not all more than counter-
balanced when these infants can plead in
reply, that they were guilty of no envious
thoughts, no bitter or slanderous speeches, no
impure imaginations or devices, no fretfulness
against the Providence of God, — of nothing
at all which can be charged against them as
either a dereliction or transgression of duty !
Who of us shall presume to compare himself
with an infant, or forbid that its spirit go to the
Saviour of its pious father, or the Saviour of
its pious mother?
In the Second place, with regard to those
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children dying in infancy who are the off-
spring of ungodly parents — equally of such
do I believe, that they shall all be saved ;
though not with a salvation so glorious as that
of the offspring of the saints. It is not by
any means for the relief of the anxiety of
those wicked parents that I express myself
thus confidently about the salvation of their
children ; but for magnifying the grace of
God, and rejoicing the hearts of the saints on
the subject of the magnificence of the Re-
deemer's kingdom, and the splendor of His
reward. . . . We claim them for the king-
dom. When the Son of God was incarnated,
He became these infants' Brother ; and when
they have not rejected Him, will He disown
them ?
REV. DR. JAMES MORISON, GLASGOW.
Infinite wisdom has determined that trou-
ble, of one description or another, shall con-
stitute part of the discipline to which ever}/
human being must be subjected. In the pres-
ent provisional state of things, afflictive dis-
pensations "must needs be."
We do not at present inquire why it is that
this element of suffering interpenetrates to so
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large an extent the fabric of human society.
We take our position upon the undisputed and
indisputable fact, that trouble, in one form or
another, is universal ; and withdrawing our
attention from all other developments of this
ubiquitous ingredient in human life, we fix it
upon one of the most painful forms in which
it is found, and over the bier of the departed
infant we would ask, "Is it well with the
child?"
Tender as are the ties that bind the parental
heart to those little undeveloped but ever-
developing Living Objects which enable par-
ents to realize that they are parents, these very
ties are destined to be often agonizingly rup-
tured. Comparatively few are the households
in which there have not been " mourning and
bitterness " for some child that was, and is not.
Many are the Rachels who have been bowed
down under bereaving afl^iiction, and have
wept, and "refused to be comforted," because
their sons or their daughters " are not." The
"places that once knew" multitudes of dear
little Miniatures of fathers and mothers, now
"know them no more." And fathers and
mothers go about the streets mourning ; or,
refusing consolation, they languish in retire-
ment.
But is there no balm for the wound of
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bereaved parents? Is there no physician to
heal their broken spirit? There is a physi-
cian, all-skilful to cure. He has a balm
which is the very essence and elixir of conso-
lation : "It is well with the child." The
child is not lost, but gone before. Its " death
is gain." Though it is "absent from the body,"
it is "present with the lord," which is "far
better." It is in "Abraham's bosom." And
what is grander still, it is in the bosom of
Infinite Love. Its voice to its parents, if that
voice could be heard by earthly ears, would
be, "Weep not for me." Such is our deliberate
opinion concerning departed little ones.
There is a positive foundation on which the
doctrine of the everlasting bliss of all who die
in infancy may be securely built up.
(i) It may be proved from the fact that^ in
consequence of the interposition of the work
of Christy there is to be a universal resur-
rection of the bodies of men. It will be
admitted that there was no provision made for
the resurrection of the bodies of men except in
the restorative dispensation of mercy through
Christ. As it is "in Adam " that all die, so is
it "in Christ" alone that all shall be made
alive again. It is the " second Adam " who
is the Cause, or Occasion, of the universal
resurrection.
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But in the resurrection of the body and its
reunion to the soul, there will be to the glorified
a vast addition to their means of bliss ; and
there will be to the lost a vast addition to their
woe. The bodily organism must, according
to the condition in which it is placed, minister
largely to the happiness or to the misery of the
soul. Can we suppose, then, that any of those
who die in infancy, and who have never had
the opportunity of rejecting the propitiation of
Christ, will be subjected, on account of that
gracious work, to greater woes than they would
have been called to endure had there been no
Saviour at all? Can we suppose that Christ
will be an unmitigated and inevitable curse to
any of mankind? Surely we cannot cherish
such a supposition, when we remember that
He came into the world not to condemn it, but
to save and to bless it. But if we cannot
cherish such a supposition, we cannot suppose
that any infants dying in infancy will be
lost.
(2) This reasoning is fortified by the express
teaching of our Lord himsef. We learn from.
tlie Gospels, as for example from Matt. xix.
13, that on a certain occasion there were
brought to Him "little children," that He
might put his hands on them and bless them.
His disciples rebuked the parents. But Jesus
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said, " Suffer little children to come unto me,
and forbid them not,y<9r of such is the kingdom
of heaven.'''' This does not seem to mean " for
of persons resembling little children is the
kingdom of heaven." The term rendered "of
such " has naturally a demonstrative import.
Our Saviour elsewhere employs it when He
says, " The hour cometh, and now is, when
the true worshippers shall worship the Father
in spirit and in truth ; for the Father seeketh
such to worship Him ; " that is, " seeketh these
to worship Him." It occurs in many other
portions of the New Testament with the same
demonstrative import, as for example in Acts
xxii. 22, in w^hich passage w^e learn that the
Jews in Jerusalem cried out on a certain oc-
casion, in reference to Paul, "away with such
a fellow from the earth ; " that is, " away with
this fellow from the earth." Jesus then means
" for of these is the kingdom of heaven." The
kingdom of heaven belongs to " little children."
This interpretation is confirmed by the con-
sideration that we should otherwise be at a
loss to discover any peculiar propriety in our
Saviour's action, when He took up the little
ones in His arms and blessed them. If the
reason of His procedure resolved itself simply
into the fact that the adult subjects of the king-
dom of heave^i are childlike^ the same reason
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might have led Him to take up lambs in His
arms and bless them, inasmuch as the adult
subjects of His kingdom are lamblike as well
as childlike.
It is true that it is added, in Mark x. 15, that
our Saviour said, after blessing the little chil-
dren, "Verily I say unto you, whosoever shall
not receive the kingdom of God as a little
child ^ he shall not enter therein." But still
even here, it is supposed that the kingdom of
heaven belongs to little children ; for when it is
said, " whosoever shall not receive the kingdom
of God as a little cJiild^'' the meaning surely
must be, " as a little child receives it." WJio-
soever shall not receive tJie kingdom of God
without seeking to present any thing of the
nature of personal meritoriousness, shall in no
zvise enter therein.
If it should be said that " the kino-dom of
heaven " spoken of by our Lord is the kingdom
of heaven upon earth, we would reply, that
the kingdom of heaven is not entirely upon
earth. It is partly and principally in heaven.
And moreover, if there be no obstacles to the
infant's admission into the earthly province
of the heavenly empire, there can be none to
its admission into that larger and more glorious
province above, whicli, from its vastitude and
vast pre-eminence, gives the denomination to
the whole domain.
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(3) We might add to these considerations
the fact that throughout the Scj'ipture's God is
Jreqziently represented as cherishing a special
regard for little children. We see this in the
rebuke administered to Jonah : " And should
I not spare Nineveh, that great city, wherein
are more than sixscore thousand persons that
cannot discern between their right hand and
their left hand." We see it in the words of
Jeremiah xix. 4, "They have filled this place
with the blood of innocents." And again, in
the words of Joel ii. 16, "Gather the people,
sanctify the congregation, assemble the elders,
gather the children and those that suck the
breast^ etc., then will the Lord be jealous for
the land, and pit}^ his people." And in Ezekiel
xvi. 21, God calls the little children of the
Israelites His children^ and pours terrible de-
nunciations upon the people for causing them
to pass through the fire to Moloch : " Thou
hast slain my children, and delivered them to
cause them to pass through the fire."
On the whole, then, every line ot Scripture
truth, when we follow it out undeviatingly,
leads us up to the conclusion, that "it is well"
with all the " little children " who have been
carried away from the unfolding arms, though
not from the infolding hearts and memories,
of bereaved parents. They have been taken
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up "higher." They have been committed
to wiser and more tender keeping. "Their
angels " have got them ; and in the immediate
vicinity of the throne, they are undergoing a
training, v\^hich is absolutely free from all those
elements of imperfection, which might have
resulted in moral deviation, defilement, and
death, had they remained on the earth. "It
is well."
REV. GEORGE GILFILLAN, DUNDEE.
"The promise is unto you and to jour children." —
Acts ii. 39.
We argue the salvation of infants, First, —
From the spirit of the Book. Secondly, —
From the revealed character of God. Thirdly,
— From the glorious sufficiency of the death
of Christ. Fourthly, — From the interest Scrip-
ture takes in children. Fifthly, — From some
remarkable individual promises. And in fine,
— From the example and language of the Lord
Jesus Christ. And, first, From the spirit of
the Bible. What is that spirit ? Is it not a
gentle, a peaceful, a kind, almost an infantine
spirit ? The writers of Scripture were simple
as children, yet wise as divine inspiration
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could make them. And this kindly simplicity
they have transferred to their writings. Their
wrath, when awakened, burns against obstinate
transgressors ; not against the infant of days,
but against the sinner a hundred years old.
And if you would see this spirit in its per-
fection, read the 12th of Romans, or the 13th
of ist Corinthians — the epistles of John, or the
pleadings of the ancient prophets — those elo-
quent, tender, broken-hearted pleadings with
sinners — and ask yourselves, could that spirit
have been inspired by a God who would place
eternal obstructions between infants and sal-
vation?
We argue it again from the character of
God. You need not be told -what that is. It
is that of a Merciful Being — of a Father —
of one whose name is Love — in such a sense,
that even His wrath is love — that even His
justice is love — that all His perfections crowd
in and form that grand central Love which is
His essence and all. And when His anger
is awakened, against whom does it smoke ?
Not against children, but against transgressors
adult in age, obstinate in rebellion, unwearied
in wickedness, who have rejected His terms
of salvation, and sinned against great light and
many privileges. How irresistibly arises the
question. Is it possible that a God who wishes
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all to be saved can refuse infants admission
into His kingdom ? — that He who has no
pleasure in the blood of bulls and goats,
has pleasure in the perdition of lamblike
infants ? — -none in the death of him that dieth
— going down by his own voluntary act into
the pit — and yet hath in that of those who
have never been offered and never refused
salvation ? Perish for ever such hard and
blasphemous conceptions of God !
But, again, I argue it from the glorious
sufficiency of the Death and Atonement of
Christ. Sufficient for all,, as all now grant
that atonement to be, it must be sufficient for
infants. It follows, therefore, that infants may
be saved — that there is sufficient sfroundwork
laid in Christ for their acceptance. Christ,
it is admitted, has died for some infants ; but
why not for all? and if for all, — since none
can by unbelief put themselves beyond the
pale of salvation , — why should not all be saved ?
Supposing a taint of sin somehow connected
with the child, has not Christ died to take that
taint away ? Supposing the dying infant des-
titute of what is called " original righteousness,"
has not Christ, by His obedience, wrought out,
and brought in a robe so ample as to be able
to supply its every deficiency, and to clothe all
its nakedness?
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But, again, think of the interest the Book
of God takes in children. No term occurs
more frequently than children. It sparkles
like a sunbeam in every page. No promise
is uttered but it is immediately extended to
children. " How shall I put thee among the
children?" is God's great point of inquiry.
" Child of God " is His highest title of honor.
The Bible may be called "The Child's own
Book." It contains, more than any book in
the world, matter peculiarly adapted for young
minds and young hearts ; and its juvenile
heroes, Samuel, Abijah, Timothy, and the
rest, are among the most interesting of all its
characters. How strange all this ! did God
look upon all infants as possessing no beauty
to be desired, and no capacities of moral
excellence?
Remember, again, some special promises
made to infants in the Word of God. Children,
says David, are God's heritage, — His own
peculiar and chosen possession. The promise
is unto you " and to your children." To your
children more fully than to you. It is to you
if you accept it; it is to your children, without
any ■ exception or reservation whatever. And
how often are we told in scripture to imitate
children. "In malice be ye children," — im-
plying that that foul plant of hell, which is
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indeed the essence of the devil as love is the
essence of God, is not to be found in their
breasts. And ye, therefore, " As new-born
babes, desire the sincere milk of the word,
that ye may grow thereby."
But in line, all this comes to a bright and
glowing point, when we consider the example
and the language of Christ Jesus. I cannot
resist the idea that our Lord himself had much
of the child in His appearance and manner.
He was, verily, the "holy child Jesus." He
had certainly much of it in His utterances.
His language in the Sermon on the Mount
resembles that of one who was at once a God
and a child, so infinite is the simplicity, and
so immense the depth. And why was Christ
born a child? Why did He not appear like
the first Adam, a full-grown man at once?
Might it not be to show that such was His
interest in children that He became an infant
in their stead, consecrating thus the cradle,
and filling the nursery with a divine radiance?
You remember, too, how He took a little child
and set him in the midst of His disciples, and
said, " Except ye be converted, and become as
this little child, ye cannot inherit the kingdom
of God." And you remember the still more
beautiful and significant words, "Suffer the
little children to come unto me, and forbid
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them not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven."
That scene, — was it ever surpassed in pathos
and in spiritual meaning? The disciples tried
to prevent them coming. I don't think they
did so on extreme principles, and because
they thought them young vipers and the spawn
of Satan, that might contaminate Christ by
their neighborhood. They merely thought
them beneath the notice of one so great
as their Master; too small, too insignificant.
Christ judged otherwise. The faces and bear-
ing of these little children reminded Him of
the far land from which He had descended,
— of angels, heaven. His Father's house. He
thought Himself back at His native region.
And He said, "of such is the kingdom of
heaven." Heaven is composed of characters
similar to these ; and these, if not checked and
retarded by the evil influences of the world,
are on their way to heaven, and were these
dying now, they would go there.
REV. JOHN KER, GLASGOW.
Tn the 14th chapter of the first book of Kings,
there is a short history which, within the game
compass, is not, perhaps, surpassed by any
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other in the Old Testament for graphic touch,
solemn interest, and real pathos, — the narra-
tive ot^ the Hfe and deaili of Abijah, the son of
Jeroboam. The picture of the irreligious
father, pierced to the quick in his heart's ten-
derest affections ; his appeal in behalf of his
dying child' to the God he had forsaken; the
strange commingling of folly with his appeal,
in ordering his wife to feign herself to be
another, as if He who could save from death
could not see through disguise ; the submissive
compliance of the anxious mother, her journey
to the blind and aged prophet, the terrible
word and death sentence which met her on
the threshold, and her return to a home
already filled with the bitterness of those who
mourn for a first-born, — all form a story of
wonderful and tragic interest.
But it is to the rays of light in it that we
would turn, and they all issue from one point,
— the death of a child. It is as if in a time
and place in which hopeless degeneracy
reigned among the more mature, God wished
to show how he could still make up the jewels
for His crown ; gathering them out of the
darkest pits of this earth and showing us their
glitter, before He gave them their heavenly
setting. It is a ground of great comfort and
hope, when our eye and heart are wearied with
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sights and histories of full-developed wicked-
ness among heathen at home and abroad.
Where the death of tli^ young is most sadly
abundant, may we not reverently trust, that
behind the physical causes which are working
there, a purpose of mercy lies hidden? — as
if the gleaming form of the angel of life could
be discerned liastening to bind up the sheaves
which the death-reaper is cutting down.
There are other methods of delivering from
the Sodoms and Gomorrahs of the world than
flight by the way of the plain ; and God has
higher mountains to carry His elect to, than
that which was a refuge for righteous Lot.
The notice of this life is very brief. Little
could be said of it on this world's side, it was
so colorless and unsensational. How far it
had passed from infancy into childhood we
cannot say, — probably only a few short steps.
But the great end of life had been gained,
even in regard to character ; not its maturity
indeed, but its direction. This is the main
thing in our present life. "Even a child is
known by his doings, whether his work be
pure and whether it be right." The first step
has been taken in the path which leads to
everlasting life, and if death comes, it is God's
acceptance of the traveller's aim, — the seal of
perpetuity set upon that Zionward look. The
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Hosanna passes at once into a Hallelujah.
The way in which this tendency of character
is described, is very tender and very comfort-
ing to those who have lost little children.
" In him there is found some good thing
toward the Lord God of Israel in the house
of Jeroboam." The very vagueness and in-
deliniteness of it are full of kindness and
charity; for though the ^^ some''' is not ex-
pressed in the original, it is really implied.
An indescribable so7newhat^ different in dif-
ferent natures, and discernible oftentimes only
by a parent's eye, will show how a very j^oung
child's heart turns to the thought of God and
Christ, and the heavenly world. It is perhaps
realized only when the child has been taken
away ; and he mustbe cold and hard who can
listen with indifference to a parent, while the
smallest of these tokens are fondly rehearsed,
— the shghtest motions of the tender blade as
it quivered beneath the Spirit's breath. He
does not despise these tokens who quenches
not the smoking flax, and who, when there
was no loving paternal eye here to make
search, came and sought them Himself.
There must be some such force in the w^ords
'^ there is found^^' as if God were seeking
something which His eye could rest on with
complacency in this monarch's house, and
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found it in the heart of this young child
feebly feeling after Him. It was the one great
treasure of the palace in the sight of Him
who knows to discriminate the gold from the
dross.
There is a testimony to the power of the
grace of God in the words, "/// the house of
Jeroboam,''^ It was certainly He who found
the good thing in the child's heart who had
first hidden it there. There is none good but
one, that is God ; and there is nothing good
toward Him but what comes from Him. To
find the treasure in such a palace was as rare
a thing as marvellously beautiful, — the equiv-
alent in the Old Testament of " saints in
Caesar's household," and more of a miracle in
its w^ay than that of him who was kept from
the lion's mouth, or those who passed through
the fiery furnace without the smell of fire on
their garments. The spiritual life is the
higher, and to implant and guard it in such a
crisis is a work more divine. What means
God's providence employed to carry the seed
of that good thing into the heart, we cannot
tell. Whether the mother did not wholly
share the father's godless life, or whether
there was some nurse or attendant who became
a foster-parent to the soul, we know not. The
power of God's Spirit to teach was in any
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case the same. In nothing, perhaps, is the
divinity of the Scripture revelation more ap-
parent, than in the way in whicli the mind of
the youngest child can not only touch but
comprehend its grandest truths, — grasp with
its infant hand the infinite. The breath 'that
inspired the Bible comes evidently from Him
who breathes into us the breath of life ; they
are so fitted to each other. Try science or
philosophy, or the history of nations, in their
power of quickening and elevating the first
movements of the spirit, compared with the
doings and sayings of the Maker and Saviour
of the soul. This is a never-failing encour-
agement to parents to begin early the religious
training of their children ; and it is a sure
ground of hope, that the soul which, in its
first essay, can take such a hold of the highest
truth, is made for an immortal life. There
are deaths of babes and sucklinfrs from which
God can perfect praise, so as to still the enemy
and the avenger. He can kindle a little lamp
in our earthly homes, so bright, that we can
see Him carrying it up to make of it a star in
the highest firmament. When, as in this
instance, it is kindled we know not how;
when it shines solitary but steadfast through
some cloud-rift in a troubled sky, — it lets us see
a peculiar power in his grace ; but in every
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instance in which we see Him writing His
new name upon a young heart before He
takes it to Himself, we are bound to look upon
his work with a very loving and hopeful
admiration. Never is it more manifest that it
is not for time but for eternity He is doing it ;
that He is taking up the lamp of our home to
shine in the sky above all cloud and tempest.
"It shall never perish, neither shall any pluck
it out of my hand."
The death of the child of Jeroboam, no less
than the good thing found in his life, has les-
sons of encouragement and comfort. As it
regarded the family from which he was taken,
his death is spoken of as a judgment ; but it is
only because they refused to understand its
true meaning. The history looks at it in the
light of the result ; but in the Divine intention
it was sent in kindly warning. Jeroboam had,
been a sinner and a seducer to sin, and he
had been repeatedly admonished in vain.
His right arm had been withered and healed
again, and still he resisted. A child was sent
to him, in whose young heart there was some
good thing toward God, and he despised the
attraction ; and now that child is removed,
"if" his heart may be melted by the tender-
ness of sorrow, and \^d. to hear a voice from
its grave. Happy for him if the death of his
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child had proved the life of his soul. Then,
though the child had not been restored, he
would have been enabled to say, " I shall go
to him." But he vs^ent on frowardly in the
way of his heart, and the death which w^as
sent in mercy is written down in judgment.
It is our own use of these events which makes
them gentle or stern : as we bear ourselves to
them, they turn to us their side of light, or
frown upon us from the cloud, till the chariot-
wheels of the heart drive heavily. Never
does God woo more tenderly, or seek to win
for heaven more attractively, than in the love
of a child taken to the skies in its opening
months or years. If we have been lying
fettered in worldly sloth and sin. He is send-
ing his angel to deliver us out of the prison.
But if there was mercy offered to the parents
in the death of the child, there was the full ac-
complishment of it to the child himself. Could
we but see the future in this world from which
a premature departure saves, and the future in
another to which it conveys, it would help to
reconcile us to the frost which withers many an
opening blossom. There were trials lying in
wait for his spiritual life which could be in no
other way escaped. The good thing which
was in him as a child would be for a while
reckoned by the father a childish caprice ; but
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as it grew with his years and strengthened
with his growth, it would have encountered
stern opposition, and the alhirements of his
position would have laid many a snare for his
feet. He was yet in the peaceful harbor, but
§oon he must venture out on the open sea,
with its fierce storms, its adverse currents, and
its deceitful eddies. God's power could, and
doubtless would, have kept him safe amid all ;
but He deemed it more merciful to spare him
the struggle, and to hasten the course of the
frail bark, like that of the ship into which
the Saviour entered, immediately to the land
whither it was going. "The Lord knoweth
how to deliver the godly out of temptations,"
— some by grace in this world, others by an
early call from it.
He was saved from witnessing and sharing
the suffering; and ruin which soon afterwards
overtook his father's house. The catastrophe
had been delayed, perhaps by the unconscious
intercession of this young life ; but it could not
be averted. The axe is lying at the root of
the barren and withered tree which has cum-
bered the ground so long ; but first the tender
vine which has clasped its arms so lovingly
around it, must be gently untwined and trans-
planted to a place of safety, where it may'
flourish in a better soil, and under a more
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peaceful sky. A flood of desolating waters is
about to sweep over the wide land of Israel,
but God must prepare an ark for his young
servant, ere the storm can break. What
though that ark be his grave ? It is full of
happiness and hope to those who are shut in
by the hand of God. "Thou wilt hide me in
the grave ; thou wilt keep me secret, until thy
wrath be past ; thou wilt appoint me a set time,
and remember me." "The righteous is taken
away from the evil to come."
The mercy of the early death is still more
clear, when we think of what the child was
taken to. When faith lets us look within the
veil, we see Him who long afterwards assumed
bodily form and speech, beginning his gracious
invitation, " Suffer the little children to come
unto me, and forbid them not; for of such is
the kingdom of heaven." Surely He was in
tliis place though they knew it not. Neither
w^as it far from this in time or place that a
prophet w^as about to speak of Him : " He
shall feed his flock like a shepherd : He shall
gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them
in his bosom ; " and here already He is bring-
ing home the firstlings of His flock. There
were many bright hopes before the child to
human eyes ; but such a word of invitation
might well outweigh them all. He was taken
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from the expectation of an earthly crown to the
possession of a heavenly one ; from the troub-
led and precarious dominion of Israel to a
kingdom that cannot be moved ; from the pro-
tection of a father who, however well he loved
him, knew not his true interests, to the care
and nurture of the Father of spirits ; from an
earthly mother's tenderness to Him who created
it, and who says, ''As one w^hom a mother
comforteth, so will I comfort you ; " from the
loud wail of a sorrowing nation to the joyful
acclaim of the nations of the saved ; from the
tears of kindred to the bosom of the family
where they weep no more. Is it well with the
child? and shall we not answer? It is well.
It is a blessed thing when bereaved parents
can so reply, when faith can lean on God, and
hope can look up to heaven, and love can ten-
derly smooth the short green grave where God
has hidden their heart's desire — his precious
seed — and they, mourning but not murmuring,
can patiently bide the time till He shall give it
back to them, in the day when flower and
fruit, freshness and ripeness, are found united,
and a joy with them like unto the joy of har-
vest. Let us not ask why the child entered
this world only to quit it, and made its brief
home in our hearts to leave them more lonely
and desolate. It is one token that there is
* Infant Salvation. , 53
another world, when there are so short sojourn-
ings in this. The entrance of the child into
the life of earth, however narrow its space, is
as true a beginning of the life that never ends,
as the threescore years and ten ; and its share
in the great atonement as real and full as that
of him who has borne, through all the appoint-
ed hours, the burden and heat of the day !
Its release and his labor are alike of grace,
and have their place and purpose in the innu-
merable family of the redeemed. There must
be many varied voices in the harmonies of
heaven, as well as in the choirs of earth.
There, too, "both young men and maidens,
old men and children, must praise the name of
the Lord." Nor has its short life been in vain,
even on earth, if it has drawn the affections of
any to a heavenly world, — if the sweet bird
of passage which nestled beneath our eaves
has attracted the heart to the sun and summer
of a better land. — Then, "the child dies an
hundred years old." Only let it be the earnest
wish and effort of parents who have lost their
children, to make sure of this, — to see to it that
the separation is not perpetual, and that the
bond be made as eternal as it is deep and dear.
There is no judgment in such deaths, no sting
in such sorrows ; but goodness and mercy —
pure, unmingled, and everlasting — to parent
54 Infant Salvation.
and to child. "Thus saith the Lord : Refrain
thy voice from weeping, and thine eyes from
tears; for there is hope in thine end, saith the
Lord, that thy children shall come again to
their own border."
REV. DR. RALPH WARDLAW, GLASGOW.
"While the child was yet alive, I fasted and
wept ; for I said. Who can tell whether God
will be gracious to me, that the child may live?
But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast?
can I bring him back again? I shall go to him,
but he shall not return to me."
Let not this be interpreted as the language
of insensibility. The general character of
David, and his previous behavior on the same
occasion, ought to save him from every impu-
tation of this kind. No. His heart was full
of paternal and conjugal tenderness. Fain
would he have brought back his babe to his
own fond embrace, and to the breast of its dis-
consolate mother. But the thought was vain.
All was now over. The last sigh with which
the infant spirit escaped to wing its way to the
world of light, had settled the case with regard
to the child. David had found his consolation
in God, and he had the richest and sweetest of
Infant Salvation. 55
all comforts respecting his infant. The lan-
guage, "/ shall go to him^'" is evidently the
language of comfort, by which he was sup-
ported under the anguish that would otherwise
have been intolerable in the thought of v/hat
follows: ^^ but he shall not return to me'"' It
does not, then, it cannot refer to the grave.
The child was not in the grave w^hen the words
were uttered ; noc do I believe there was any
thought of the grave in the bereaved parent's
mind. What consolation could there have been
in that^ that hc^ too, should lie down a cold,
inanimate corpse? This was not ^<?/;^^ /<^ him
in any sense that could impart the slightest satis-
faction to the afflicted spirit. The words clearly
imply firm conviction of his child's existence
and happiness. " I shall go to him," means, I
shall go whither he has now gone. And if his
afterwards joining him there was an object of
hope, there is necessarily implied the persua-
sion of his having gone to a place of happiness.
How sweetly soothing, how inestimably pre-
cious is the same thought still to the agonized
bosom of parental love ! How delightfully tran-
quillizing, when the first burst of nature's agony
has a little subsided, the reflection that your
child has been taken away from the evil to
come, — taken, to spend those years in heaven,
which he must otherwise have spent amidst
56 Ififant Salvation.
sin, and temptation, and sorrow, in the valley
of tears : that he has been spared all the perils,
and fatigues, and fightings of the wilderness,
and has been received at the: better country,
even the heavenly ; that the tender and lovely
plant which you had begun to cherish with so
much care has been happily removed from all
the chilling frosts and withering blasts of this
inferior clime, and has found its place in the
garden of God above, there to drink the dews
of paradise, and to flourish in unfading beauty !
It is a settled, undoubting, delightful serenity
which the soul enjoys in contemplating the de-
parture of little children. Think of what the
kind and gracious Redeemer said of them,
when, with a frown on those who would have
forbidden their being brought to him, and a
smile of ineffable benignity on the little immor-
tals themselves. He said : " Suffer the little chil-
dren to come unto me, and forbid them not :
for of such is the kingdom of God ; " and, tak-
ing them up in His arms, He blessed them.
Think, then, of their blessedness, and that
will soothe your grief.
The following is an extract from an unpub-
lished letter, addressed by Dr. Wardlaw, to
his daughter and her husband, the Rev. J.
Infant Salvation. 57
Reid, M.A., Bellary, India, on the death of
their child, in 1833 : —
With regard to your precious little darling,
all is well. He is not lost, — not lost even to
you. He is only gone home before you ; and
in the everlasting home you will by and by
find him. . . . It is a delightful thought, that of
having part of ourselves with God before us.
And then the confidence is so perfect, so en-
tirely free from all misgivings, so sweetly tran-
quil, unruffled by the least breath of doubt, in
regard to "little children." Did not you hear
the compassionate Redeemer saying to you,
as He was loosing the band of life, " Suffer
your little child to come unto me"? He said
this when on earth. He says it from heaven,
when He thus takes away the "babes and
sucklings " of His own people's fond affections,
that " out of their lips " He may " perfect praise "
above.
REV. DR. ALEX. MACLEOD, BIRKENHEAD.
"Your little ones, which je said would be a prey, and
your children, which in that day had no knowledge be-
tween good and evil, they shall go in thither." — Deut. i. 39.
You are in circumstances to welcome light
from whatever quarter on the destiny of children
dying at the age of yours.
58 Infant Salvation.
I have lying before me the analysis of an
argument from Analogy on this subject, which
made a great impression on me at the time I
first saw it, and may be of use to you at present.
The argument is based upon the admission of
children into the promised land.
I need not remind you that there is an anal-
ogy between the land which was once the land
of promise to the Jews, and our heavenly
home. From that land, for their sins, the
fathers were excluded, Caleb and Joshua
alone excepted. But of the children it is said,
^"They shall go in thither." If this was so
in the case of the earthly Canaan ; if the chil-
dren of parents, who themselves were exclud-
ed, were favored in this way ; if they were the
subjects of mercy, while their fathers were the
objects of punitive justice, — how much more
may we expect it to take place in respect to the
heavenly Canaan? The point here is, that the
exclusion of children does not follow the exclu-
sion of parents. If it did, all would have
been excluded except the children of Caleb
and Joshua.
The reason assigned by God for this proce-
dure is one which will be applicable at the
day of judgment. " Your children, which in
that day had no knowledge between good and
evil, they shall go in." It is true they were
Infant Salvation. 59
living when their fathers rebelled against God ;
but they were not partakers in the rebellion.
In the day of provocation they were gambolling
about the green fields in innocent ignorance of
what was taking place : they were not yet ca-
pable of distinguisliing between good and evil,
and, therefore, they were not excluded. But
since we are speaking of the dealings of the
unchangeable God, we may safely conclude
that He will acknowledge the force of the same
reasons in the final judgment. The infants
who die, carry with them towards the judgment
throne no knowledge of good or evil-, no ex-
perience of the bitterness of offending God.
And they will not be involved in the condem-
nation of the wicked.
If you next consider the purposes for which
children were admitted into Canaan, you will
see that similar purposes require fulfilment in
their admission into heaven. One of these
purposes is referred to in the verse quoted at
the top : "Your little ones, which j/^ said should
be a -prey^ If you read carefully the fourteenth
chapter of Numbers, verses 1-3, you will un-
derstand the force of the rebuke. Sin had
blotted out their faith in God. "Their chil-
dren were sure to perish ! " They themselves,
too, would perish. So they thought. And
they were indeed to perish. But the helpless
6o Infant Salvation.
ones, the innocent, the unpartaking, were to go
free. Now the admission of the children into
Canaan, after the expression of unbelief on the
part of the parents, was a vindication of God's
ways, an answer to the unbelief of the parents,
and a perpetual token that God deals with in-
fants on the ground of saving mercy. It is glori-
ous to think that God is preparing a reply to the
doubts and disbeliefs of all who are far from
Him, by a similar exercise of grace. Sceptics,
infidels, heathens, expect nothing for their
children but death, temporal and eternal.
How will they be amazed when they discover,
in another state, that God has been better than
their thoughts ; and although they (because
of their sins) are excluded, their children have
been admitted into His presence. — Still fur-
ther, God had this purpose in bringing the chil-
dren into Canaan, that they should advance
His standard into new territory, build up His
kingdom, and be the organ of His praise.
Has He not the same purpose in respect of
heaven ? He chooses not to be alone throughout
eternity. And (blessed prospect !) from the
mouth of babes and sucklings He ordains the
strength of His eternal hallelujahs. He who
could raise up children to Abraham from the
stones, will not want the power to fill heaven
with their loving and delightful songs.
Infant Salvation . 6l
REV. DR. ALEX. WALLACE, GLASGOW.
I HAVE often been struck with the following
passage in connection with the subject of infant
salvation : " Out of the mouth of babes and
sucklings hast thou ordained strength because
of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the
enemy and the avenger." (Ps. viii. 2.) The
enemy and the avenger referred to here is,
I think, Satan, who would avenge himself,
if he could, by destroying the whole human
race. But his revengeful desires have been
thwarted, inasmuch as many helpless babes
have been made the subjects of renewing
grace. More than this : I suppose the majority
of our race die in infancy ; these, I believe, are
all lambs of the " Good Shepherd," and are
taken to tlimself : "for of such is the kingdom
of God." In this way the Father of mercy
"ordains strength, stills the enemy and the
avenger ; " because, in the salvation of infants,
the number of the saved is greater than the
lost. Our Saviour quoted this ancient oracle,
when the children sung His praises in the
temple, and He silenced those who were insti-
gated by the " enemy and the avenger " to find
fault with the children and their songs. Many
children now sing the praises of the "Good
62 Infant Salvation.
Shepherd" in the temple above, and your dear
child is there, too, and of her and many more
are the ancient words true, " Out of the mouth
of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained
strength."
REV. DR. ROBERT FERGUSON, LONDON.
As partakers of a fallen nature, children are
subject to disease and death. Much and ten-
derly as we love them, it is not unfrequently
that we are called to follow them to the silence
and the solitude of the tomb. More than one-
third of the race die in infancy and childhood.
What is their final condition ? This is a ques-
tion which often forces itself upon the thought
of Christian parents, and which more or less
disturbs their inward peace and quiet. But
hovv^ tranquillizing, and how assuring, are the
words of the Saviour, " of such is the kingdom
of heaven " ! — as if to intimate that heaven is
their true and proper home, their Father's
house, in which only they can be for ever safe
and happy. Of the salvation of infants there
can be no possible doubt ; for, " as in Adam all
die, so in Christ shall all be made alive."
Infant Salvation, 63
Whatever may be the effects involved in man's
transgression, these are all provided for and
removed by the substitution and the work
of Christ ; so that if there were no personal
sin or actual guilt, the Saviour's mediation
would result in the salvation of the whole race.
From all such individual, actual guilt, infants
are free ; and the atonement insures their intro-
duction into the family of God, with a full
participation in the glory of the world to come.
But myriads of children, no longer within the
years of infancy, are permitted to light up our
homes with their smiling, beaming faces for a
longer or shorter period, and in many ways
to add to the sum of our earthly joys, and yet
are taken from us while the dew of youth is
upon them, and sometimes amid the first and
earliest buddings of their intellectual develop-
ment and intelligence. What is their final
condition? It is impossible to fix on any one
uniform age in a child as the point at which
responsibility begins ; but let the age be what
it may, we are firm in the belief that the Spirit
whom the Saviour sent to glorify Him, and
whose office it is to take of the things which
are Christ's and show them to us, not only
enlightens the minds of these little ones prior
to their removal, but so reveals a Saviour's
love to them and in them as to draw their
64 Injant Salvation.
young and susceptible hearts into union and
fellowship with Himself here, and thus prepare
and meeten them for the life and the bliss of a
higher state. If in all things Christ is to
have the pre-eminence, then He will have
the pre-eminence in numbers. The saved
will far outnumber the lost ; and among these
redeemed and glorified ones, those whose hearts
have been least defiled by actual sin, and who
are most susceptible of receiving the impression
of the Saviour's image, will occupy a con-
spicuous place. Just as a single dew-drop can
reflect all the rays of the sun, so the mind of a
child can take on and reflect the likeness of
God: "of such js the kingdom of God." They
are there in myriad throngs, — pure, perfect,
and for ever blessed. They perfect the family
of God. Their presence makes that home
of the redeemed all the brighter, and sunnier,
and more attractive. There is no circle into
which they do not enter, no scene in which
they do not mingle, and no service in which
they do not perform their part.
Infant Salvation. 65
REV. DR. J. LOGAN AIKMAN, GLASGOW.
The argument for infant salvation rests, not
on isolated passages, but on the genius of the
Bible and its economy of grace. We muse
upon the mission of Christ to find one of its
principal glories in glorified infancy. The
inhabitants of Christian and Pagan lands shall
be judged respectively by the Gospel and
by conscience, but to neither law can infants
be subject. The death of children is traceable
to the sin of Adam, and their glory to the
righteousness of Christ. The only view which
harmonizes universal scripture is, that the re-
demption by Christ completely covers the sin
of Adam, that adults in Bible lands are judged
according to their faith or unbelief in the Son
of God, and that Christ's covenant with His
Father carries the salvation of all infants.
There is an intuitive conviction that infants,
who have not fei'sonally rejected the law and
love of God, cannot be excluded from the
kingdom, and that they are as fully identified
with the second as with the first Adam. There
may be a higher degree of glory given to some
translated infants because of their godly parent-
age. But the soul of man clings to the thought
66 hifant Salvation.
of no infant being lost in the universe of that
God, whose " tender mercies are ove;: all His
works."
REV. DR. EDWARD STEANE, LONDON.
We arrive at the conclusion, so delightful in
itself, and so consolatory to parents in the hour
of bereavement, that their precious children
whom, in the sweetness of their infantile in-
nocence, the cold hand of death has rifled from
their bosoms, are translated to the regions
of the blest. Those delicate flowers, which
the rude storms of our inclement atmosphere
have blighted, unfold in eternal fragrancy
beneath the pleasant beams of the sun's celes-
tial glory. Those bright, but little stars, which
to us seem prematurely quenched, do but sink
beneath the horizon till, with new lustre and
augmented magnitude, they repair their dj'oop-
ing radiance, and " P'lame in tlie forehead of
the morning sky." Those gems, more precious
than pearls or rubies, of which the anguished
mother has been despoiled, are set in deeper
brilliance in that glorious mediatorial diadem
which encircles the Redeemer's brow. Those
infantile voices, which had scarce learnt to lisp
His name, now sing in lofty descants, " Sal
Infant Salvation. 6^
v^ation to him that sitteth upon the throne, and
to the Lamb." Then let the stricken hearts
of parents, whom death has made childless,
no longer indulge an immoderate grief. Your
beloved and lamented offspring, looking down
from their heavenly spheres, would chide your
sorrow. Among the ransomed they have taken
their immortal stations.
REV. DR. WILLIAM COOKE, LONDON.
One of the most beautiful incidents of the
Redeemer's life aftbrds to the question of infant
salvation a most decisive and satisfactory solu-
tion. There stands the Incarnate God ! Truth
beams from His lips, and healing power radiates
from His omnipotent touch. Mothers in Israel
gather around Him, and anxiously present
their children for His benediction. The dis-
ciples, ignorant of the depth and tenderness
of His sympathies, and knowing as yet but
little of the benign purpose of His coming,
rebuke the tender women for their intrusion,
and thrust them and their children away from
His presence. But He, the messenger of
truth, and the procurer of life and salvation for
all, bids the trembling women draw near to
68 Iiifant Salvation.
Him, and welcomes their children to His loving
arms, uttering those memorable words, "Suffer
the little children to come unto me, and forbid
them not : for of such is the kingdom of God."
(Mark x. 14.) Nor can the word " such " be
frittered down to mere likeness ; and, if it were,
the likeness itself would indicate a fitness for
the kingdom ; and if a fitness, a title thereto
through grace. But another text gives the
meaning of the word a direct personal appli-
cation to children themselves as such : " Take
heed that ye despise not one of these little ones
[little children being then in His presence] :
for I say unto you that in heaven their angels
do always behold the face of my Father which
is in heaven." (Matt, xviii. 10.) These plain
and striking words settle for ever the question
of infant salvation. In heaven the little ones
are angels, blessed spirits, dwelling in God's
immediate presence, beholding His face, and
rejoicing in the light of His countenance.
Parents, wipe away your tears: your little
ones are safe. Though severed from your
embrace, they are received into the embraces
of Him who died for them and rose again.
Lift up your eyes then from the gloomy sepul-
chre to the radiant throne, and there behold
them resplendent in robes of purity, and exul-
tant in the bliss of the Divine presence. Pre-
hifant Salvation. 69
pare to meet them in that bright world, where
the parting tear shall never be shed, and the
sad farewell shall never be heard. Meanwhile
be unceasingly careful to train your surviving
offspring to a meetness for that blessed inheri-
tance, that at the last day, when standing
in His glorious presence, you may say re-
specting both them and yourselves, "Here,
Lord, are we, and the children Thou hast
given us."
DR. CHALMERS.
I CANNOT believe that the Saviour, who
evinced such attachment to children upon
earth, who took them in His arms and blessed
them, who rebuked the apostles for forbidding
their approach to His person, who declared
that "of such is the kingdom of heaven," — 1
cannot believe that the infant flower, which so
soon lies withered upon its stalk, is not trans-
planted into those unfading bowers where it
will flourish in all the bloom and vigor of
immortality.
yo Itifant Salvation.
REV. DR. CANDLISH, EDINBURGH.
In many ways it may be inferred from
Scripture, that all dying in infancy are elect,
and are therefore saved.
REV. DR. LAWSON, SELKIRK.
This venerated divine says, in his "Reflec-
tions on the Death of a Beloved Daughter," —
He will compensate all her sorrows in that
land where sorrow and sighing shall flee
away. Sweet hope ! Let no man attempt
to bereave me of it. It is founded on the
Scriptures, on the mercy of God, and on
the exceedingly abundant grace of the Lord
Jesus Christ. I will not renounce this hope.
It appears to me to be founded on the sure
word of God.
JEREMY TAYLOR.
Why should Jesus be an Infant, but that
I infants should receive the crown of their age,
I the purification of their sainted nature, the
In/an t Salvation . 7 ^
sanctification of their persons, and the saving
of their souls by their infant Lord and Elder
Brother.
EVANS.
Your heavenly Father never thought this
world's painted glory a gift worthy of you,
and therefore He hath taken out the best thing
it had in your sight that He might Himself
fill the heart He had wounded with Himself.
REV. JOHN NEWTON.
I AM willing to believe, till the Scripture
forbids me,* that infants of all nations arid
kindreds, without exception, who die before
they are capable of sinning " after the simili-
tude of Adam's transgression," who have done
nothing in the body of which they can give
account, are included in the election of grace ;
and that the words of our Lord with respect
to another class of persons, are applicable to
them : " It is not the will of your Father in
heaven that one of these little ones should
perish."
CONSOLATION.
PARENTAL ANXIETY REMOVED BY THE
EARLY DEATH OF CHILDREN.
Rev. Dr. John Macfarlane, London.
'T^HE ardent love you have for your chil-
■*■ dren is not altogether pleasurable. It
necessarily carries you into many anxious
thoughts about their welfare. In this sense,
they are a burden to you, and this burden
becomes all the heavier the more you love
them. Your own experience of this world
has not exalted it, as a place of residence, in
your estimation. You have tested its prom-
ises, and found them false and vain. You
have tasted its pleasures, and found that they
"bite like a serpent, and sting like an adder."
You have groaned under its pains and penal-
ties, and you have found out that help from
man is in vain, and that miserable comforters
Consolation. 73
are all that crowd around you in the night
seasons of your soul, and sore disquietudes.
You, therefore, tremble when you think of
your darling infants living to be cast upon
such revolutionary periods in the troubled life
of man, wherein, though they may preserve
their integrity, they must endure hardships,
but in which, also, they may lose their precious
souls for ever. Their futurity, then, is at once
your main difficulty, and your most fertile
source of anxious foreboding. Now, has not
their early death solved this difficulty for you,
and ought it not, therefore, also to be your
consolation? You will never have any more
anxiety on their account. The various hid-
ing-places in your hearts, from which these
anxieties spring upon you, have been
searched, and by death have been completely
emptied.
Their Education is completed. — They
"know as they are known." Your utmost
wish in this respect was to give them, if not a
learned, at least a useful education. But God
has been better than your wish. They are
now in knowledge far beyond the most splen-
did scholars and most profound philosophers
of this and of every age. Their intellectual
stature is only to be accounted small when
compared with the wisdom of God Himself.
74 . Consolation,
Neither before angels, nor the spirits of the just
made perfect, have they to veil their faces.
Their Holiness is perfected. — Not one
of the infirmities they inherited from you now
appertains to them, they are "holy as God is
holy." Did you tremble at the thought of
their exposure to the temptations of Satan and
the flesh? Be assured now that they are
"more than conquerors through Him that
loved them." Exquisitely beautiful now are
those dear creatures in all the graces of the
family of God. Their thoughts, their desires,
their actions, are at this moment in perfect
harmony with the mind of the^ Holy One of
Israel. The same mind that is in Christ is in
them ; they do the will of their heavenly
Father, and He is pleased with them every
moment, and every moment delights their
happy souls with His approving smile.
Their Happiness is consummated. — You
were not at ease as to measures for their future
provision, and even with respect to the most
likely ones, you feared that they might fail.
To make them comfortable for life you are
ready to sacrifice much, and you never wea-
ried in efforts to secure for them an honorable
independence. Their futurity was upon your
minds all the day, and oft took from you the
sleep of all the night. Surely, then, you may
Consolation, 75
cease from lamentation, when you are certified
that, as they shall sin no more, so neither shall
they suffer any more. They are as happy
now as they can be. God has provided for
them in heaven. They are now inheriting the
promises. They are now in actual possession
and enjoyment of "that inheritance which is
incorruptible and undeliled, and that fadeth
not away." Within them is a " well of water
springing up into everlasting life ; " without
them is the perennial flow of the river of life ;
above them is the unclouded sun of God's favor ;
and around them are gathered the inexhausti-
ble fountains of celestial bliss. They are so
happy now that they are for ever singing.
And if ever there should be a " Selah " to their
song, it is only to draw in a larger inspiration
for a more melodious burst of praise. They
would not return to you now, much though
they loved you and you them. They do not
miss you now, much though you miss them.
Your sorrows do not diminish their joys, and
their joys ought to diminish your sorrows. Oh,
who would bring them back again here^ to toil,
and sweat, and suffer, and, perhaps, to sin
without penitence, and to die without faith?
You, O weeping parent, ought to be the very
last to think of it, and yours should ever be the
song of gratitude.
76 Consolation,
RECOGNITION AFTER THE RESURRECTION.
Rev. Dr. Wm. Anderson, Glasgow.
How different in character will be the meet-
ing after the resurrection ! when that grave,
feared as a destroyer, shall be demonstrated, as
made of Christ, the regenerator of our friends —
rendering back in incorruption that which it re-
ceived in corruption, in glory that which it
received in dishonor, in power that which it
received in weakness,* a spiritual body, lit as
a tabernacle for the glorified soul, that which
it received a natural body, an impediment to
* In the inscription on the tombstone of mj child, I
have thus paraphrased the Scripture, " Sown in Infancy,
he shall be raised in Manhood."— When once comforting
a bereaved saint with the assurance that she was the
mother of a heavenly family, and that she would yet see
her children in the kingdom, she inquired what I thought
they would be like. I quoted i Cor. xv. 43 to her. " Does
that mean," she said, "that they will appear like meji f"
I answered, "I thought many interpretations were further
from the truth." " I like that well enough," she replied,
"but, oh, that it might please the Lord to show them to
me, just as they were in this world, though it should be
but for a minute ! " — On the subject of the mode of rec-
ognition, I remark, that there are phenomena being daily
exhibited, which make it no fantasy to suppose, that the
ardent wish of a mother's heart going forth over the king-
dom may have an attractive influence in selecting and
bringing her child to her side.
Consolation. 77
its exercises. Hosannah to the Lord of Resur-
rection for this blessed hope ! Yea, so over-
whelming is its glory, that it is like to obscure
our faith. How shall the mother recognize
her son, who departed from her an emaciated
infant, in yonder angelic form in the vigor
and brilliancy of resurrection manhood ? And
how shall the father, who wept bitter tears in
secret over his daughter's decrepitude, distin-
guish her in yonder seraph of celestial grace?
What mean you, friends? You surely cannot
wish to meet your children in that plight of
wretchedness in which you bade them farewell,
so that, unassisted, you could of yourselves
recognize them. The Lord will provide; but
methinks it will, probably, be a busy day for
those good angels who ministered to us on
earth, finding us out for one another, and in-
troducing us. Remembering how they had
seen us grieve for one another, how sympathet-
ically they will enjoy the scene, as we stand
amazed for a while at one another's glory be-
fore we embrace !
How many parents there are, who have
almost entirely forgotten those of their children
who died in infancy ; and who, being inquired
at about the number of their family, will, so
unlike that sweet faithful child who so reso-
lutely maintained "we are seven," give account
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only of those who live, — the least worthy of
being reckoned ! Faithless father and mother,
that you are ! amid all your rapture, how
ashamed you shall be of your forgetfulness,
when these neglected ones are restored to you,
so beautiful and glorious ; and especially
when, under that angel-guidance, they hasten
with such excitement to meet with those of
whom they are told, that under the Creator
they were the authors of their existence !
Nor will it be with little excitement that they
hasten to meet j/^??^, their brothers and sisters,
with whom they may associate and worship,
as being more of their own nature than any
others to be found in all the kingdom. The
whole of you — brothers and sisters, as well
as parents — meditate on them ; the thought is
most sanctifying : it endears the Redeemer
with peculiar attraction to a tender heart ;
and, remember, there are no hearts great
which are not tender.
A WORD OF WARNING TO MOTHERS
Rev. Dr. Wm. Anderson, Glasgow.
The Psalmist sa3's of God, " There is none
upon earth that I desire beside Thee," speak-
ing evidently, comparatively, and signifying
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that among many objects desired, God received
the supreme place. This is a subject of
familiar illustration. But David said some-
thing before that: "Whom have I in heaven-
but Thee?" Ah, let the bereaved mother be
admonished. If the vision of her child in
heaven be more frequent, and more endeared
to her heart than the vision of the child's
Saviour; and much more, if the vision of the
former so engross her heart as to exclude the
vision of the latter altogether, — I must assure
her that heavenly-mindedness such as this will
not promote that heavenly meeting on which
her hope is set. Her first object of admiring
contemplation in heaven must be her own
Saviour ; and her great hope must be, meet-
ing with Him, and seeing Him in his glory,
before any meditation on the present happi-
ness of her deceased child be of a sanctifying
character ; and before any hope of meeting
again with that child in heavenly bliss be a
hope not to be disappointed. I would ex-
press myself tenderty, when it is a bereaved
mother's heart which is addressed ; but would
it be genuine tenderness if it were delusive,
flattering unfaithfulness? Hope first in Christ
for yourself, and then hope, not for your
child's salvation (that is secure), but that you
shall enjoy companionship wdth Him in glory.
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RESTORATION OF CHILDREN IN HEAVEN.
Rev. Dr. John Brown, Edinburgh.
With what delight will parents, themselves
released from the captivity of the grave,
behold their early-lost, long-mourned children
coming forth, not the pale, emaciated, lifeless,
ghastly forms they reluctantly committed to
the grave, but strong in incorruptibility, glori-
ous in beauty, " fashioned like unto Christ's
glorious body." Then shall it appear to the
assembled universe, that among the redeemed
of the Lord, fathers have not hoped in vain,
nor mothers brought forth for trouble. " They
are the seed of the blessed of the Lord, and
their offspring with them."
But it will be long, long ere they return.
The captivity of death is measured, not by
years, but by ages. What then? It is but
the few, it may be the very few, remaining
days of the years of our pilgrimage, which
prevent our spirits from embracing theirs ; and
in the resting-places prepared for us, though
we shall not cease to desire, we shall never
weary for "the adoption, the redemption of
the body." " Be patient, brethren, unto the
coming of the Lord, Behold, the husbandman
waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth, and
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hath long patience for it, until he receive the
early and latter rain. Be ye also patient;
and stablish your hearts." Then "those young
and tender plants, which are now cut down,
and withering around us, shall spring up in
fairer and more durable forms." "The chil-
dren of the resurrection cannot die any more,
but are equal to the angels."
Having been raised from the dead, they shall
"mount up together in the clouds," along with
those who have been miraculously changed,
" to meet the Lord in the air : and so shall
they ever be with the Lord." Among that
glorious company shall be found those infants
and little children whose untimely departure
to " the land of the enemy " drew forth such
tender regrets and bitter tears. They shall
not only "return," but "come to Zion, with
songs and everlasting joy upon their heads :
they shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow
and sighing shall flee away." They shall not
only leave for ever the dark and lonesome
abodes of death, but they shall for ever dwell
in the cheerful regions of perfect life, and light,
and joy. They shall not only be brought from
the land of the enemy, but they shall be
"brought in and be planted in the mountain
of Jehovah's inheritance, in the place which
He has made for Himself to dwell in, in the
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sanctuary which His hand has estabHshed."
There "Jehovah-Jesus shall reign for ever and
ever," and there "they shall reign with Him."
The long silence of the grave shall be ex-
changed for the ceaseless ever-new songs of
Moses and the Lamb. "Sing unto the Lord,
for He hath triumphed gloriously. Who is
like unto Jehovah among the gods? Who
is like unto Him, glorious in holiness, fearful
in praises, doing wonders? He has ransomed
us from the power of the grave. He has
redeemed us from death. He has swallowed
up death in life. O death, where is thy sting?
O grave, where is thy victory? Thanks be to
Him who has given us the victory. Salvation
to our God and to the Lamb, for ever and ever.
To Him who loved us, and washed us from
our sins in His own blood ; to Him be glory
and honor for ever and ever. Worthy is the
Lamb that was slain, slain for us. Hallelujah ! "
And again and again the great multitude, with
a voice as of many waters and mighty thun-
derings, shall shout " Hallelujah ! " And none
in all the happy company will sing more
sweetly than the little children.
Then, indeed, shall be brought to pass the
saying that is written, "Out of the mouth
of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected
praise."
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THE LIGHT THAT RADIATES AROUND THE IN-
FANT'S TOMB.
Rev. Dr. Chalmers, Edinburgh.
The following is an extract from Dr. Chal-
mers's Lectures on the Romans, chap. iv.
9-15 ; —
This affords, we think, something more than
a dubious glimpse into the question that is
often put by a distracted mother when her babe
is taken away from her, when all the converse
it ever had with the world amounted to the
gaze upon it of a few months, or a few opening
smiles which marked the dawn of felt enjoy-
ment ; and ere it had reached perhaps the lisp
of infancy, it, all unconscious of death, had
to wrestle through a period of sickness with
his power, and at length to be overcome by
him. Oh, it little knew what an interest it had
created in that home where it was so passing
a visitant ; nor, when carried to its early grave,
what a tide of emotion it would raise among
the few acquaintance it left behind I On it,
too, baptism was impressed as a seal, while as
a sign it was never falsified. There was no
positive unbelief in its little bosom ; no resist-
ance yet put forth to the truth ; no love at all
for the darkness rather than the light ; nor had
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it yet fallen into that great condemnation which
will attach to all who perish because of unbelief,
that their deeds are evil. It is interesting to
know that God instituted circumcision for the
infant children of Jews, and at least suffered
baptism for the infant children of those who
profess Christianity. Should the child die in
infancy, the use of baptism as a sign has never
been thwarted by it ; and may we not be per-
mitted to indulge a hope so pleasing, as that
the use of baptism as a seal remains in all
its entireness, — that He who sanctioned the
affixing of it to a babe will fulfil upon it
the whol-e expression of this ordinance? And
when we couple with this the known disposition
of our great Forerunner — the love that He
manifested to cliildren on earth — how He suf-
fered them to approach His person — and lav-
ishing endearment and kindness upon them in
the streets of Jerusalem, told His disciples that
the presence and company of such as these in
heaven formed one ingredient of the joy that
was set before Him — tell us if Christianity do
not throw a pleasing radiance around an
infant's tomb? And should any parent who
hears us feel softened by the touching remem-
brance of a light that twinkled a few short
months under his roof, and at the end of its
little period expired, we cannot think that we
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venture too far when we say that he has only
to persevere in the faith, and in the following
of the gospel, and that very light will again
shine upon him in heaven. The blossom which
withered here upon its stalk has been trans-
planted there to a place of endurance, and it
will then gladden that eye which now weeps
out the agony of an affection that has been
sorely wounded ; and in the name of Him,
who, if on earth, would have wept along with
them, do we bid all believers present to sorrow
not even as others which have no hope, but to
take comfort in the thought of that country
where there is no sorrow and no separation.
" Oh, when a mother meets on high
The babe she lost in infancy,
Hath she not then, for pains and fears —
The day of woe, the watchful night —
For all her sorrow, all her tears —
An over-payment of delight? " '
JOHN BROWN AND HIS LITTLE GRAVES.
David Pae, Edinburgh.
In the churchyard, and in matters connected
with it, John Brown seemed quite a different
man from what he was anywhere else. Genial,
free, and hearty in his own house and the
village, he was grave and taciturn in the dis-
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charge of his funeral duties, and watched over
the place of tombs with a jealous care. This
part of his character no one could read but the
parish minister : he alone had the key to it.
The secret, however, was this. The deepest
affections of his soul centred on the enclosed
two acres, which he had tended for twenty
years. He regarded it with a pride and even
a love, as great as, and very similar to, that
with which an enthusiastic gardener looks
upon his domain, and cherishes its floral
treasures. Every new-made grave was to John
like a flower which he had planted, and it was
added in his memory to the many hundreds
which covered the surface of the enclosure ; to
be thought of and cherished according to the
degee of respect and reverence which the sexton
had for its inmate. As a gardener has his
favorite flowers, so John had his favorite graves,
and spent additional time on their adornment.
Hence one grave might be seen with a smooth
velvet turf, and a flower or two blooming upon
it, while those surrounding it were covered
with rank masses of grass ; thus, by looking at
any one grave, it could be known what was the
state of John's feelings towards the mouldering
dust beneath. His professional love was par-
ticularly lavished on the little ones. For the
children's graves he had a peculiar affection
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and reverence. Not one of them was suffered
to go to waste ; and long after the little mound
had 'disappeared, the small level spot was
easily found by patches of white clover, — for
John invariably sowed this on the little graves,
and on none other. Mr. Gray had not been
long minister of the parish till he noticed the
odd practice of his grave-digger ; and one day
when he came upon John smoothing and trim-
ming the lowly bed of a child which had been
buried a few days before, he asked him why
he was so particular in dressing and keeping
the graves of the children. John paused for a
moment at his work, and looking up, not at
the minister, but at the sky, said, " Of such is
the kingdom of heaven."
" And on this account you tend and adorn
them with so much care," remarked the minis-
ter, who was greatly struck with the reply.
"Surely, sir," answered John, "I canna
make ower braw and fine the bed-coverin' o'
a little innocent sleeper that is waitin' there
tiLl it is God's time to wauken it and cover it
with the white robe, and waft it away to glory.
When sic grandeur is awaitin' it yonder, it's
fit it should be decked oot here. I think the
Saviour that counts its dust sae precious will
like to see the white clover sheet sfread
abune't; dae ye no think sae tae, sir?"
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"But why not thus cover larger graves?"
asked the minister, hardly able to suppress
his emotion. ''The dust of all His saints is
precious in the Saviour's sight."
"Very true, sir," responded John, with great
solemnity, "but I canna be sure wha are his
saints and wha are no. I hope there are
mony o' them lyin' in this kirkyard ; but it
wad be great presumption in me to mark them
oot. There are some that I'm gey sure aboot,
and I keep their graves as nate and snod as I
can, and plant a bit floure here and there as a
sign o' my hope ; but I daurna gie them the
white sheet. It's clean different, tho', wi' the
bairns. We hae His ain word for their up-
going, and sae I canna mak' an error there.
Some folk, I believe, are bauld enough to say
that it's only the infants of the guid that will
be saved."
"And do you adhere to that doctrine?"
inquired Mr. Gray.
John answered by pointing to a little patch
a few paces off, which was thickly covered
with clover,
"That ane," he said, "is the bairn o' Tarn
Lutton, the collier. Ye ken Tam, sir?"
Mr. Gray did, indeed, know Tam, for he
was the rnost notorious swearer, liar, and
drunkard in the parish ; and John did not
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require to say any more to show that he dis-
believed the doctrine of the condemnation of
infants.
"It's no only cruel and blasphemous," he
continued, in a dry, sarcastic way, "but it's
quite absurd. Jist tak' that bairn o' Tarn's as
an example. According to their belief it's
lost ; because we may, without ony breach o'
charity, say that Tam is at present a repro-
bate. But he is still in the place of hope, sir ;
and it is quite possible that he may be con-
verted. What comes o' the bairn then? Na,
na," he added, looking reverently upward,
"God is merciful, and Jesus died; and it was
He that said, * Of such is the kingdom of
heaven.'"
Mr. Gray was much struck by the deep
feeling and fervent piety manifested by the
grave-digger, and thought he would extract
more of his ideas regarding the subject on
which they had been speaking. For this pur-
pose he pointed to the little grave which John
was trimming so neatly, and, knowifig it to be
that of a still-born child, he observed, —
"Is it not mysterious, John, that the little
human form lying there should not have been
permitted to cross the porch of existence? I
saw it as it lay so still and beautiful in its
snowy robe, and as I noticed its perfect form,
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with every organ and every limb complete, I
was almost tempted to ask why God had made
such a beautiful temple in vain."
" ^ In vain ! ' say ye," returned John. " Na,
no in vain. God mak's naething in vain, far
less a form like that in His ain image. Omni-
potent as He is, and infinite in His perfections.
He canna afford tae fashun sic a glorious
object only that worms might prey on it. The
little marble image lying below this sod is as
great a thing as ever God made on this earth.
Adam, when he rose up frae the green sward
o' Eden, wasna mair physically perfect. He
was bigger, nae doot, but nae better formed ;
and was the ane made in vain ony mair than
the ither? Na, na, na ! The bairnie, puir
lamme, '11 ken naething o' the joys and sor-
rows, the sunshine and shadow o' this life ;
but he'll be a pure, unsullied sharer o' the life
that is ayont this, and higher than this : for I
aye cast anchor on the blessed words spoken
by the Redeemer o' men and infants, ' Of such
is the kingdom of heaven ; ' and whan I think
o' a still-born wean, I think o' a human being,
made, no for time, but for immoi'tality '^
The minister took John's hand, and silently
pressed it. He had got the key to his deeper
nature, and was thrilled by its unexpected
richness.
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" IS IT WELL WITH THE CHILD ? »
Rev. C. H. Spurgeon, London.
" Is it well with the child? And she answered, It is well."
Now, let every mother and father here
present know assuredly that it is well with the
child, if God hath taken it away from you in
its infant days. You never heard its declaration
of faith ; it was not capable of such a thing,
it was not baptized into the Lord Jesus Christ,
not buried with him in baptism ; it was not
capable of giving that " answer of a good
conscience toward God;" nevertheless, you
may rest assured that it is well with the
child, well in a higher and better sense than it
is well with yourselves ; well without limitation,
well without exception, well infinitely, "well"
eternally.
I now come to make a practical use of
THE DOCTRINE. First, let it be a comfort to
bereaved parents. You say it is a heavy cross
that you have to carry. Remember, it is
easier to carry a dead cross than a living one.
To have a living cross is indeed a tribulation,
to have a child who is rebellious in his child-
hood, vicious in his youth, debauched in his
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manhood ! Ah, would God that he had died
from the birth ; would God that he had never
seen the light ! Many a father's hairs have
been brought with sorrow to the grave through
his living children, but I think never through
his dead babes ; certainly not if he were a
Christian, and were able to take the comfort
of the apostle's words, "We sorrow not as they
that are without hope." So you would have
your child live? Ah, if you could have drawn
aside the veil of destiny, and have seen to
what he might have lived ! Would you have
had him live to ripen for the gallows? Would
you have him live to curse his father's God?
Would you have him live to make your home
wretched, to make you wet your pillow with
tears, and send you to your daily work with
your hands upon your loins because of sorrow?
Such might have been the case ; it is not so now,
for your little one sings before the throne of
God. Do you know from what sorrows your
little one has escaped? You have had enough
yourself. It was born of woman, it would
have been of few days and full of trouble as
you are. It has escaped those sorrows ; do
you lament that? Remember, too, your own
sins, and the deep sorrow of repentance. Had
that child lived, it would have been a sinner,
and it must have known the bitterness of con-
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viction of sin. It has escaped that; it rejoices
now in the glory of God. Then would you
have it back again ?
Bereaved parents, could you for a moment
see your own offspring above, I think you
would very speedily wipe away your tears.
There among the sweet voices which sing the
perpetual carol may be heard the voice of your
own child, an angel now, and you the mother
of a songster before the throne of God. You
might not have murmured had you received
the promise that your child should have been
elevated to the peerage ; it has been elevated
higher than that, — to the peerage of heaven.
It has received the dignity of the immortals ;
it is robed in better than royal garments ; it is
more rich and more blessed than it could have
been if all the crowns of earth could have been
put upon its head. Wherefore, then, could
you complain? An old poet has penned a
verse well-fitted for an infant's epitaph : —
*' Short was my life, the longer is mj rest;
God takes those soonest whom he loveth best;
Who's born to-day, and dies to-morrow,
Loses some hovirs of joy, but months of sorrow;
// /■ Other diseases often come to grieve us,
\j. \ Death strikes but once, and that stroke doth relieve
'■- \ us."
Your child has had that one stroke and has
been relieved from all these pains, and you
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may say of it, this much we know, he is
supremely blessed, has escaped from sin, and
care, and woe, and with the Saviour rests.
"Happy the babe," says Hervey, "who.
Privileged by faith, a shorter labor and a lighter
weight,
Received but yesterday the gift of breath,
Ordered to-morrow to return to death."
While another says, looking upward to the
skies, —
" O blest exchange, O envied lot,
Without a conflict crowned,
Stranger to pain, in pleasure bless'd,
And, without fame, renowned."
So is it. It is well to fight and win, but to win
as fairly without the fight ! It is w^ell to sing
the song of triumph after w^e have passed the
Red Sea with all its terrors ; but to sing the
song without the sea is more glorious still !
I do not know that I w^ould prefer the lot of a
child in heaven myself. I think it is nobler to
]iave borne the storm, and to have struggled
against the wind and the rain. I think it will
be a subject of congratulation through eternity,
for you and me, that we did not come so easy
a way to heaven, for it is only a pin's prick
after all, this mortal life ; then there is exceed-
ing great glory hereafter. But yet I think we
may still thank God for those little ones, that
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the> xiave been spared our sins, and spared our
infirmities, and spared our pains, and are en-
tered into the rest above. Thus saith the Lord
unto thee, O Rachel, if thou weepest for thy
children, and refusest to be comforted because
they are not : " Refrain thy voice from weeping,
and thine eyes from tears : for thy v^ork shall
be rewarded, saith the Lord ; and they shall
come again from the land of the enemy."
The next and perhaps more useful and
profitable inference to be drawn from the text
is this : many of you are parents who have
children in heaven. Is it not a desirable thincr
that you should go there too? And yet have I
not in these galleries and in this area some,
perhaps many, who have no hope for hereafter?
In fact, you have left that which is beyond the
grave to be thought of another day, you have
given all your time and thoughts to the short,
brief, and unsatisfactory pursuits of mortal life.
Mother, unconverted mother, from the battle-
ments of heaven your child beckons }'ou to
Paradise. Father, ungodl}^ impenitent fatlier.
the little eyes that once looked joyously on you,
look down upon you now, and the lips which
had scarcely learned to call you father, ere
they were sealed by the silence of death, may
be heard as with a still small voice, saying to
you this morning, "Father, must we be for
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ever divided by the great gulf which no man
can pass ? " Doth not nature itself put a kind
of longing in your soul that you may be bound
in the bundle of life with your own children?
Then stop and think. As you are at present,
you cannot hope for that ; for your way is
sinful, you have forgotten Christ, you have not
repented of sin, you have loved the wages
of iniquity. I pray thee go to thy chamber
this morning, and think of thyself as being
driven from thy little ones, banished for ever
from the presence of God, cast "where their
worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched."
If thou wilt think of these matters, perhaps the
heart will begin to move, and the eyes may
begin to flow, and then may the Holy Spirit
put before thine eyes the cross of the Saviour,
the holy child Jesus ! And remember, if thou
wilt turn thine eye to Him thou shalt live ;
if thou believest on Him with all thy heart thou
shalt be with him where He is, — with all
those whom the Father gave Him who have
gone before. Thou needest not to be shut out.
Wilt thou sign thine own doom, and write
thine own death warrant? Neglect not this
great salvation, but may the grace of God work
with thee to make thee seek, for thou shalt
find — to make thee knock, for the door shall
be opened — to make thee ask, for he that
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asketh shall receive ! Oh, might I take you
by the hand, — perhaps you have come from a
newly-made grave, or left the child at home
dead, and God has made me a messenger
to you this morning, — oh, might I take you by
the hand and say, "We cannot bring him back
again, the spirit is gone beyond recall, but you
may follow " ! Behold the ladder of light before
you ! The first step upon it is repentance, out
of thyself; the next step is faith, into Christ,
and when thou art there, thou art fairly and
safely on thy way, and ere long thou shalt be
received at heaven's gates by those very little
ones who have gone before, that they may
come to welcome thee when thou shouldst land
upon the eternal shores.
A MOTHER CONGRATULATED ON THE DEATH
OF HER CHILD.
[The following letter occurs in " Selections from the Cor-
respondence of R. E. H. Greyson, Esq. ," edited by Pro-
fessor Henry Rodgers, the eminent author of " The Eclipse
of Faith : " — ]
London, 1839.
My sweet Cousin, — I have in vain tried to
tell a lie for your sake, and say, — I condole
with you.
But it is impossible. How can I, with my
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deep convictions that your little floweret, and
every other so fading, is but transplanted into
the more congenial soil of Paradise, and shall
there bloom and be fragrant for ever? How
can I lament for one who has so cheaply be-
come an "heir of immortality"? who will
never remember his native home of earth, nor
the transient pang by which he was born into
heaven ! who will never even know that he
has suffered except by being told so ! Shall we
lament that he has not shared our fatal privi-
lege of an experience of guilt and sorrow? Is
this so precious that we can wish him partaker
of it? My cousin, those who die in childhood
are to be envied and felicitated, not deplored ;
so soon, so happily have they escaped all that
we rhust wish never to have known.
"Innocent souls, thus set so early free
From sin, and sorrow, and mortality,"
who can weep for thein^ as he thinks of the
fearful hazards that all must run who have
grown up to a personal acquaintance with sin
and misery?
An ancient Greek historian tells us it was a
custom among a people of Scythia to celebrate
the birth of a child with the same mournful
solemnities with which the rest of the world
celebrate a funeral. So intensely dark, yet so
true (apart from the gospel), was the view
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they took of what awaits man in life ! The
custom was fully justified, in my judgment, by
a heathen view of things ; and if it would be
unseemly among us, it is only because Chris-
tianity has brought ''life and immortality to
light," and assures us that this world may be-
come, for all of us, the vestibule of a better.
"You are very philosophical," you will say :
" You talk very fine, but you do not feel as
you talk." Excuse me, my dear; I talk just
as I have always felt ever since I came to a
knowledge of Christianity and of human life;
and often — yes, often in the course of my own
(and let the thought be consolation to you, for
how do you know that your little one might
not have tasted the same bitter experience?)
— often in the course of my life, as I have
looked back and seen how much of it has been
blurred and wasted ; what perils I have run
of spiritual shipwreck ; what clouds of doubt
still often descend and envelop the soul ; what
agonies of sorrow I have passed through, —
often have I cried, with hands smiting each
other and a broken voice, " Oh that I had
been thus privileged early to depart ! " — But
you cannot imagine a mother echoing such
feelings in relation to her own child ! Can you
not? Come let us see.
There was once a mother, kneeling by the
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bedside of the litde one whom she hourly ex-
pected to lose. With what eyes of passionate
love had she watched every change in that
beautiful face ! How had her eyes pierced the
heart of the physician, at his last visit, when
they glared rather than asked the question
whether there yet was hope ! How had she
wearied heaven with vows that if it would but
grant — "Ah!" you say, "you can imagine
all that without any difficulty at all."
Imagine this, too. Overwearied with watch-
ing, she fell into a doze beside the couch of
her infant, and she dreamt in a few moments
(as we are wont to do) the seeming history of
long years. She thought she heard a voice
from heaven say to her, as to Hezekiah, "I
have seen thy tears, I have heard thy prayers ;
he shall live ; and yourself shall have the roll
of his history presented to you." "Ah !" you
say, "you can imagine all that^ too."
And straightway she thought she saw her
sweet child in the bloom of health, innocent
and playful as her fond heart could wish. Yet
a little while, and she saw him in the flush of
opening youth ; beautiful as ever, but beauti-
ful as a young panther, from whose eyes wild
flashes and fitful passion ever and anon
gleamed ; and she thought how beautiful he
looked, even in those moods, for she was a
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mother. Bnt she also thought how many tears
and sorrows may be needful to temper or
quench those fires !
And she seemed to follow him through a
rapid succession of scenes, now of troubled
sunshine, now of deep gathering gloom. His
sorrows were all of the common lot, but in-
volved a sum of agony far greater than that
which she would have felt from his early loss ;
yes, greater even to her, and how much
greater to him ! She saw him more than once-
wrestling with pangs more agonizing than
those which now threatened his infancy ; she
saw him involved in error, and with difficulty
extricating himself; betrayed into youthful sins,
and repenting with scalding tears ; she saw
him half ruined by transient prosperity, and
scourged into tardy wisdom only by long ad-
versity ; she saw him worn and haggard with
care, his spirit crushed, and his early beauty
all wan and blasted ; worse still, she saw him
thrice stricken with that very shaft which she
had so dreaded to feel but once, and mourned
to think that her prayers had prevailed to pre-
vent her own sorrows only to multiply his ;
worst of all, she saw him, as she thought, in
a darkened chamber, kneeling beside a coffin
in which Youth and Beauty slept their last
sleep ; and, as it seemed, her own image stood
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beside him, and uttered unheeded love to a
sorrow that " refused to be comforted ; " and as
she gazed on that face of stony despair, she
seemed to hear a voice which said, " If thou
wilt have thy floweret of earth unfold on earth,
thou must not wonder at bleak winters and in-
clement skies, /would have transplanted it
to a more genial clime ; but thou wouldest not."
And with a cry of terror she awoke.
She turned to the sleeping figure before her,
and, sobbing, hoped it was sleeping its last
sleep. She listened for his breathing, she
heard none ; she lifted the taper to his lips,
the flame wavered not ; he had, indeed,
passed away while she dreamed that he lived ;
and she rose from her knees, — and was
COMFORTED.
" Ah ! " you will say, " these sorrows could
never have been the lot of my sweet child ! "
It is hard to set one's logic against a mother's
love ; I can only remind you, my dear cousin,
that it has been the lot of thousands, whose
mothers, as their little ones crowed and laughed
in their arms in childish happiness, would have
sworn to the same impossibility. But iox you^
— you know what they could only believe; —
that it is an impossibility. Nay, I might hint
at yet profounder consolation, if, indeed, there
ever existed a mother who could fancy that.
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in the case of her own child, it could ever be
needed. Yet facts sufficiently show us, that
what the dreaming mother saw, — errors re-
trieved, sins committed but repented of, and
sorrows that taught wisdom, are not always
seen, and that children may, in spite of all,
persist in exploring the path of evil, " deeper
and deeper still." With the shadow of uncer-
tainty whether it may not be so with any child,
is there no consolation in thinking that even
that shadow has passed away ? For aught we
know, many and many a mother may here-
after hear her lost darling say : " Sweet
mother, I was taken from you for a little
while, only that I might abide with you for
ever ! "
Ever yours affectionately,
R. E. H. G.
CHILDREN "GOD'S HERITAGE."
Rev. Henry Allon, Islington, London.
What a beautiful form of life is childhood ;
Its pure and tender physical beauty is but a
faint emblem of its intellectual and moral con-
ditions. Its very imperfections — its helpless-
ness and ignorance — constitute its exquisite
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charm ; the roughest men confess it, the most
sorrowful women are soothed by it, guilt feels
a kind of awe at it, and vice is softened and
purified by it ; it inspires ambition with regrets,
it melts impenitence to tears. A child is God's
angel on earth — fresh, as it were, from his
presence, and full of divine ministries — soften-
ing, humanizing, and sanctifying. It is a link
that connects the busy life of this world with
the solemn and mysterious world of spirits.
What a blessed and beautiful order of being
it is ! Suppose that human life had no child-
hood,— that men entered the world in the full
power, and roughness, and unsanctity of adult
manhood, — how hard and untractable a thing
life would be ! how destitute of the experiences
that preciously teach it, of the influences that
beneficially mould it ! How inestimable the
experiences and processes whereby we pass
from helplessness, and ignorance, and in-
nocence, to strength, and knowledge, and
holiness ! Bad as we may be, we should be
a thousand times worse, destitute of the
memories and experiences of childhood. Very
precious, therefore, is God's gift of children.
They are special means of grace to us, special
ministers of spiritual ■ thought and things.
A wonderful Bible for a parent to read is
a little child, a wonderful spiritual influence
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for a parent to feel, almost an incarnation
of the Holy Spirit himself. Even the recol-
lections of childhood — of its purity, freedom,
and blessedness — will break in upon the har-
dened spirit of a guilty man, and he will
weep in very sadness over the memory of what
he once was. The providence of God repeats,
as it were, our own childhood in that of pur
children, — our own experience is reproduced
in theirs. Children teach parents more, per-
haps, than parents teach children ; in a thou-
sand ways they bring down heavenly thoughts
and things upon the parents' hearts. Who
can take a child up into his arms and look into
its pure face, and into the transparent depths
of its guileless soul, and see its freedom from
care, suspicion, and sin, without deep and
manifold thoughts and feelings concerning the
soul, and God, and the possibilities of life. A
child comes to us as if direct from God himself;
it lives in our homes long before the fair
picture and lesson of innocence is blurred and
effaced by sin. No ministry so appeals to
human hearts.
*' Heaven lies about us in our infancy."
We muse and wonder as we look upon a
child's face, until it grows almost divine, and
we are half " afraid to look upon God."
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God's gift of children is intended only for
blessing, — a blessing to pious love and faith;
they are a " heritage," a possession bestowed
by the heavenly Father's love, and intended to
stand in rich spiritual succession to us. They
are more than spiritual beings, they are heirs
of our spiritual privilege and piety ; our pious
parentage is, by God's blessing, to secure their
piety. It is a privilege which, in the natural
order of things, should be a blessing to them ;
it is a plea of power which they may urge in
prayer, " Truly I am thy servant, and the son
of thine handmaid." "The promise is to us
and to our children." If we be faithful to our
"heritage," it will, as a rule and principle —
admitting of exceptions, it is true — become
the heritage of our children. The richest, the
most precious, the most affluent of all gifts,
is God's gift of children; beyond wealth, or
art, or literature, or social friends, or even
conjugal love, they enrich and bless a home.
It is only when we thus intelligently and
articulately realize the manifold blessing of
children, that we can intelligently speak of the
sorrow of their loss. It is a great mystery —
one of the greatest mysteries of life — that so
much young life should just bud and perish.
It is the law of all life that there are more fallen
blossoms than ripened fruit; but when children
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die it is a sorrow as well as a loss. The pangs
of birth, the unconsciousness and helplessness
of infancy, it may be a few months or years of
bright and beautiful development; the vague
eye brightening into intelligent recognition,
the vague feebleness strengthening into pur-
posed activity, the vague instinct ripening into
a pure and clinging love, health and beauty
growing day by day ; and then the sudden
smiting down, the ruthless quenching of that
beautiful spark of life, and it is as if "made in
vain." It is true that the entrustment has been
but short ; there has been but little time for
mere possession to grow into endearment ; but
strong passionate parental instinct does in days
that for which other possessions years are
required, and the death of a child is often a
deep wound that almost breaks the heart that
it lacerates, the scar of which is ever after
tender to every touch and palpable to every
eye.
But we may not think that because so early
taken, children have been given in vain. How
it would change the whole economy of life if
children never died ; if every life that was
begun grew up to an assured maturity ! What
an exceptional and, in a thousand ways, harm-
ful law of life it would be ! And is there not
more than fancy in the thought and the comfort
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that there are children in heaven as well as on
earth? If earth would lose, were only adult
life upon it, would not heaven lose also? Will
they not be in heaven, as on earth, part of
the softening, sanctifying, endearing agency
whereby we are ever advancing to perfection?
And is not' a parent, is not a family infinitely
better for even the transitory presence of a child
in it? Have not deep springs of various moral
feelings been touched? have not our hearts
pondered many things as we have watched it
sleeping, or nursed it waking? has it not been,
as no other gift could have been, a medium
through which God's voice has spoken to us?
has not the hardest of us been softened to tears,
the most irreligious of us thrilled into prayer?
while, in the pious, almost every religious
principle and emotion has been appealed to
more powerfully than by any other thing.
Were the child to live, the feeling might be
superseded, the impression effaced, by its after
developments. It would become a man. Its
death deepens and perpetuates them. After
years are passed it is still and must be ever to
us a child; and all the tender, holy feelings
that it appealed to are fresh and vivid.
In many senses Christ says to us, "Suffer
the little children to come unto me, and forbid
them not : for of such is the kingdom of heaven."
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If destined to adult life on earth, they are to be
of His kingdom in childhood, and to retain the
heart of childhood, even to old age. But we
may " live in an inverted order." Parents may
close the d3'ing eyes of their children ; their
little footsteps may precede ours through the
dark valley ; our faith may have to put them
into the arms of Jesus, we being forbidden to
go with them ; and our fond, blind love may
hesitate, so that He may have to say to us,
" Suffer them, suffer the little children to come
unto me, and forbid them not." He may have
need of them for the enrichment, with child-life
and child-beauty, of the Father's house which
He* has gone to "prepare." We know not
wherefore He calls this or that particular child ;
and if it be ours that He calls, we may refuse
to be comforted ; we may cry with a great and
bitter cry, "Wherefore hast Thou given them
in vain?" But do not let us forget that it is
into Christ's arms that we put them, that it is
He who " takes them up into His arms and
blesses them." They are safer with Him than
they could be with us. His love can do for
them what our poor love cannot do. With our
children in Christ's arms, we ourselves shall
follow more willingl}^ and eagerly. When our
dying hour comes, and we have to commend
our spirits into His hands, we shall remember
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that they are the loving hands which received
our children ; that He has already taken to Him-
self, as it were, part of us; our children are
" preferred before us ; " and we hasten to Him
who has received and blessed them, and to the
Father's house which they gladden and enrich
with their presence ; and so shall we and the
children which God gave us be for ever with
the Lord.
THE CHARM OF CHILDHOOD.
Rev. Geo. Gilfillan, Dundee.
The charm of childhood, — who has not felt
it? — although it may not always be easy to
analyze its elements. Some of them, how-
ever, are obvious enough, and are found in
the young of all animals, and in all youthful
things. The full-grown tree has much beauty,
but more still belongs to the tender sapling,
which the snow almost breaks as it descends
upon it, and which seems so helpless, yet
interesting, in its infancy. The full-blown
rose is a gorgeous object, but sweeter still the
rosebud, peering out timidly through its half-
opened eye into the strange atmosphere of
earth, and making you cry with the poet,
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*' Sweet flower, thou'rt opening on a world
Of sin and misery;
But this at least consoles my mind,
Thej cannot injure thee."
The river, mature in age, swelled by a hun-
dred tributaries, arisen in flood, and raging in
wrath from bank to brae, may be a sublime
sight; but surely it is more attractive in its
youth, when a narrow strip of green, amidst
barren moors, is its only boundary, and one
star reflected on it from the proud heavens, is
its sole companion. You tremble at the eagle,
swooping and screaming through the upper
ether, with the lightning in his eye, and the
lamb in his talons ; but you love to look at the
young eaglet, lying secure in its lofty eyrie,
and expecting the arrival of its food-bearing
father. The old sparrow is a thief, and, as
such, detested ; but the young sparrow is the
favorite and pet of the child, herself a pet and
a favorite. The sheep seems silly enough,
while bleating in her pastures, and running
away when no one pursueth ; but how lovely
and dear the lamb, suddenly appearing by her
mother's side, as if dropped from one of the
wliite spring clouds, or meekly following in
her train, even though it be to slaughter and
death ! And so with the children of the human
family. Coming out of the awful cloud of
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darkness which enshrouds birth, they come
out as stars. Taken out of earth's lowest
parts, they shine forth as gems of' the purest
water, and the brightest colors. Bursting up,
as it were, from the bowels of the world, they
burst up as flowers of the sweetest fragrance
and the most variegated hues. Purity, sim-
plicity, instinct, and unconsciousness, compose
at first the elements of a child's existence.
There it lies, like a thing of heaven and
eternity, amidst the bustle and care and evil
of the world ; nourished on smiles, turning,
sweet satellite ! round the orb of its mother's
face ; sending up aimless, but beautiful smiles
of its own, both when awake and when
asleep ; and dreaming that " strangest of all
things, an infant's dream." In what innocence
it is wrapped, as if in swaddling-bands of
snow ! No envy wrinkles that smooth brow,
no lust and no hatred lurk in that heart, no
fury burns in that clear, mild eye : its only
food is milk, and its only sin is tears. In
what blessed ignorance it dwells ! It knows
not of God ; but neither does it know of His
many foes and rebellious creatures. It knows
not of good ; but neither does it know of evil.
The alarm of war it never heard, the blood-
spotted and tear-stained records of the sad
history of humanity it never read, of the
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folly, falsehood, cruelty, impiety, and madness
which dwell in the heart and blacken the life
of man, it is altogether unaware; and yonder
spring rose-bud, first meeting the smile of the
light, is not more unconscious of the rude
realities of the world than that newly-budded
babe. Beautiful all this ; but there is a period
a little farther on when the child becomes
more interesting far ; that is when the soul
awakes within it, and the coming forth of
the evening star from a mass of clouds is
not so beautiful as the first awaking of im-
mortal mind in a child's eye ; and when the
heart awakes within it, and its smiles are
no longer undistinguishing and no longer
aimless, but become deeper in their signifi-
cance, while equally sincere ; and the under-
standing aw^akes within it, and proceeds to
ask questions which no philosophy and no
theology have yet been able to resolve ; and
the power of speech awakes within it, and its
tongue overflows with that artless but piercing
prattle which is more delightful than the mur-
mur of streams, than the bleat of lambs, or
than the stir of wind-sw^ept flowers ; because,
while equally unconscious and equally musical,
it is full of articulation, of meaning, and of
love.
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THE EARLY REMOVAL OF CHILDREN A
PROOF OF DIVINE GOODNESS.
Rev, George C. Hutton, Paisley.
There is a sinless grief. Jesus Himself
could weep. The heart, no less than the
flesh, must bleed when wounded, and some of
its softest tendrils are torn when little ones are
plucked away. Still, this most amiable sor-
row, the sorrow of Rachel weeping for her
children, may reach excess. It is possible to
nurse it in morbid luxury or desperateness of
spirit, to the stoppage of all duty. The moan
may swell into the murmur, and the smarting
soul, Jonah-like, think it well to be angry.
Yet why should a living man complain?
There is worse grief in Bochim. "I would
rather," said a gray-haired sire, following his
son of shame, "have carried him to the
grave." To have buried Hophni and Phine-
has when simple babes, would have cost less
anguish to Eli, than to hear of their death at
Aphek in the "blossom of their sins." Bitter
as it was for David to lose the child of Bath-
sheba, it was bitterer far to part with evil
Absalom. It is told of an artist that, once
engaged on a painting of Innocence, he took
for his model the face of a lovely child.
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Long afterwards, being occupied on a com-
panion picture of Guilt, he visited the dungeon
of a noted felon in search of artistic hints,
only to find his cherub-model of other years
transformed into that dark-visaged convict.
So it is : the cradle hides many unknown
developments. Herod once smiled on the
breast ; Cain once played at the knees of Eve.
If it could be said of some, Better they had
not been born ; it might be thought of others,
Better they had early died.
Yes, mourning parent, let God alone. His
time and ways are ever best. Even were
your offspring to be all Samuels and Timothys
in riper life, would it lessen the pang to part
with them then? Did it so with Jacob mourn-
ing Joseph, or the woman of Nain lamenting
her manly son? Or if you shrink when the
pruning-knife removes the buds and blossoms,
w^ould you prefer that it should be applied to
your faithful spouse, the earthly stem which is
better than "ten sons"? Say not, "All these
things are against me." Only "w^ait patiendy
for the Lord." "They shall not be ashamed
that wait for Him." Your soul shall 3'et revive
as disconsolate Jacob's did, when he saw
Joseph's glory in Egypt. This is the furnace
ordeal, and when God hath "tried" you, you
shall "come forth as gold." "All things work
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together for good to them that love Him."
The Lord hath but sent the young ones on
before, that you may more sweetly follow.
Against you ! No. But deem not the ques-
tion strange, — Is there none to be thought of
except yourself? Is the Great Father not
entitled to recall His own, or has He only
your feelings to consider? What of the inter-
ests of the child, — His, still more than yours?
Look that there be not some touch of self in
your too eager love. When you stooped over
the couch of the little sufferer, you felt you
could give a world to purchase only an hour
of ease for the fevered frame. In the time of
health you watched the budding morals of
your mirthful boy and your gentle girl ; you
kept far from their ears the echo of impiety,
and from their eyes the spectacle of pollution ;
you toiled and prayed for their weal and
happiness. And do you now weep that your
warmest wishes have been far exceeded?
Would you, if you could, bring back the
30ung immortals from the land where the
inhabitant shall never say, I am sick, to this
scene of aches and pangs ; from the purity
of Paradise to the infections of the earth ;
from the clime of immortality ahd " God's
holy mountain," where "nothing shall hurt or
destroy," to the howling wilderness, the Van-
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ity-fair of temptations, and the valley of the
shadow of death? "If ye loved me," said
Jesus to His sorrowing followers, "ye would
rejoice, because I said, I go unto the Father."
In almost similar terms, might these young
spirits correct your excessive sorrow. These
precious ones have only now gone home.
They were never so blessed in your embrace,
as now in the hands of the Good Shepherd.
You loved to see their happiness here, and
sometimes feared to die lest they should fare
ill in a cold world. That ground of anxiety
is now removed, and you may die assured
that they want no good thing. Their Guar-
dian is He who " gathers the lambs with His
arm, and carrieth them in His bosom." Too
natural was the mistake of Martha and Mary,
"Lord, if thou hadst been here, my brother
had not died." Far otherwise does Jesus
show His love ; even by making death gain.
" It is appointed unto men once to die." Some
must precede, child or parent ; and first started
is first arrived. Grudge not the children their
happy start. Think rather that they shall be
waiting for you at the pearly gates ; and that
if their removal has saddened the hearth, it
has gladdened the skies, adding an element to
the bliss of heaven, and providing for you a
store of parental enjoyments that shall never
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fail, in the society of your early lost. " For
our light affliction, which is but for a moment,
worketh for us a far more exceeding and
eternal weight of glory."
BEREAVED PARENTS COMFORTED.
Rev. Wm. M. Taylor, M.A., Liverpool.
Bereaved parents, do not sorrow murmur-
ingly and without hope when 3^our children are
taken from you in death, for in such a dispen-
sation Jesus is only saying to you in another
form what He said to His disciples long ago,
■'Suffer the little children to come unto me, and
forbid them not : for of such is the kingdom of
God." Their death is but their going to Him,
for I have no doubt whatever of the salvation
of infants. It is not indeed a doctrine distinctly
revealed ; but it may, I think, be inferred from
many passages of Scripture, and from the
whole character of the gospel itself. The very
words which I have quoted, even if there were
no others, warrant the conclusion that infants
are received into that kingdom of God. which
stretches into eternity ; and if this be so, where-
fore should you be like Rachel " refusing to be
comforted " ?
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Consider to whom they have gone. They
have been taken to the arms of Jesus, and to
th'fe bright glory of the heavenly state. Noth-
ing now can mar their felicity, or dim the lus-
tre of their joy, or damp the ardor of their
song ; and could they speak to you from their
abode of bliss, they would say to you, weep not
for us, but weep for yourselves, that you are not
here to share our happiness.
Consider from what they have been taken.
They have been removed from earth, with its
pains and privations, its sufferings and sorrows.
Look back upon your own chequered histories,
and tell me if yon can contemplate without a
feeling of grief, the idea of your children pass-
ing through such trials as those which have
met you in the world ? Would you wish that
their hearts should be wrung as yours have
been, by the harshness of an unfeeling world,
or by the ingratitude of those whom you have
served ? Nay, in view of the agony of this very
bereavement, would you wish that a similar
sorrow should be theirs ? And yet does not
their continuance in the world involve in it the
endurance of all these things ; and ought it not,
therefore, to be a matter of thankfulness that
they have reached heaven without having
passed through the full bitterness of earth ?
Above all, can you contemplate the spiritual
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dangers with which the world is environed, and
not feel grateful that your little ones are now
eternally safe from them ? Think of the temp-
tations that have beset you, and of the dreadful
battles which you fought with them, and how
near you were to being conquered by them,
and let me ask if in this view you can feel other-
wise than glad that they have gained the vic-
tory without the perils and hardships of the
fight ? Perhaps had they been exposed to
these dangers they would have fallen before
them ; perhaps had they lived they would have
grown up only to fill your hearts with sadness,
and '' to bring your gray hairs with sorrow to
the grave ; " but all this is now impossible, for
they are safe with Jesus. It z's hard to part
with your children ; indeed there can be no
severer bereavement, unless it be the death of a
husband or a wife. But, oh ! remember the
death of your child is not the heaviest calamity
that could befall you, for '' a living cross is
heavier then a dead one."
Consider again for what they are taken.
Perhaps you have been wandering away from
Christ, and He has taken this way to bring you
back. Perhaps you have been centring your
heart too much on the earthly object, and He
has taken it to Himself, that your treasure may
be still in Him. Perhaps you have never
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known Him, and He has taken this means of
introducing Himself to you, coming to you as
He did to His followers of old, over the very
waves with which you are struggling, and say-
ing, *' It is I, be not afraid." Perhaps some
other member of your family was to be led
through this affliction to the Lord, and thus one
little one was taken from you for a season, that
another might abide with you for ever. And if
this should be so, can you repine ?
Consider, finally, how this bereavement will
appear when you come to lie upon your death-
bed. I have seen mothers and fathers not a
few at that solemn hour, but never one have I
heard expressing anxiety for the little children
who have gone before. The great concern,
then, after their own eternal safety, has always
been for those they were leaving behind. The
Lord, thus, is afflicting thee now, that thy sorrow
may be mitigated at the last. Think of all these
things, mourning parents, and then your be-
reavement will seem to be, as it in reality is, a
token of love and not of anger.
"Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day ;
'Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away."
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GRIEF NOT FORGOTTEN.
Rev. William Blair, M.A. , Dunblane.
When God sends grief to any of His children,
He has a twofold purpose in view : to awaken
thought in them at the time, and to lay up for
them a store of instruction and profit for the
future. The immediate effect of God's visita-
tions to us by the death of dear babes is prepar-
atory to the higher end and ultimate effect.
Grief, as the word literally signifies, is heavi-
ness, and therefore not "joyous." But the
heaviness " must needs be " to create any thing
like a real, deep impression in the soul. If
adversity is to afford '" sweet uses," the bitter
must be tasted first. No permanent benefit
will result from a superficial contact with sor-
row. What the poet sings of " a little learn-
ing " is equally applicable to our experience
of grief: we must "drink deep or taste not,"
if we would enjoy the outcome of genuine
tribulation. It depends very much on the
entertainment we give to impressions of sor-
row, whether the future will bring a blessing
back to our bosom. The world's way is to
shut down grief as it shuts down the coffin lid
on the dead, to let the waves of worldliness
rush in as they do behind the keel that has
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parted them asunder. In plain words, the
world's remedy is oblivion, utter extinction of
the sight or sound of the objects of buried
affection and hope. Nor is that fatalistic way
of submitting to sorrow as an inevitable neces-
sity, as devotees beneath the wheels of inexor-
able destiny, one whit more Christian or
childlike than the sullen forgetfulness of the
worldling. The virtues of submission, of holy
resignation to God's will, of softened and sanc-
tified experience, will never grow on such wild
olives. Very significant are Paul's words of
warning, neither to "despise the chastening
of the Lord, nor faint when we are rebuked
of Him." Those who grow hard in the fire
affect to "despise" grief as a thing unmanly,
womanish, weak, and unworthy of being cher-
ished in the memory or the heart. And, to
some extent they are right, when we analyze
the kind of grief they indulge.
It is grief as a sefithnent that is weak and
"shallow," not as a motive power in the soul.
Let sentimental, sensational grief be unremem-
bered, for it is no better than noisy laughter.
It touches only the surface : it has no power
to stir the depths of our nature. It weaves its
immortelles^ and hangs them around the tomb,
and straightway forgets what manner of man
it once was. But genuine, real grief is not
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forgetful nor empty. It is a fruitful bough by
a well whose branches run over the wall. It
is a full rounded cluster wherein is the wine
of life ; " destroy it not, for there is a blessing
in it." Keep alive the memory of your grief,
the hallowed associations with which it is en-
twined, the nearness of your soul to God when
heaven seemed let down to earth to take from
you the best of earth to heaven, the reality of
prayer then offered, and of the answer re-
ceived, and the rapture of heavenly joy in
which you walked when your home was " the
valley of the shadow of death." Cherish the
memory, freshen the sense you have of your
grief, not to throw shadows athwart your
pathway, but to brighten it with light from
heaven. Visit in thought the chamber where
the strife of death was waged, and the church-
yard corner where you deposited the precious
dust, and think of the transfiguration, now
that the decease has been accorrjplished, and
the new link to bind your heart to the unseen,
and the grand re-union coming nearer every
day, and then the untold happiness not of
"months in the New Jerusalem," but of "for
ever with the Lord," and with all you have
loved and lost, but found again when you
shall be found of Christ at His coming.
Lord Monboddo lost a beloved daughter.
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and grieved after a worldly sort over her.
Her picture on the wall only reminded him
of his misery. A friend drew a curtain over
that picture : upon which the sad father said,
"That is kind: come now, and let us read
Herodotus." Miserable comforter, that ro-
mancing father of Greek history to a grieving
father ! Seek not so to bury your sorrow.
"Go and tell Jesus," as John's disciples did
when their master was taken away. That is
the way to get your grief assuaged, to have it
transfigured so that the ca7'te in the album, or
the bust on the wall, or the head-stone at the
grave, will bring no shade of gloom around
your brow ; but each remembrancer of your
little one may prove a beckoning light up
through the darkness to the light that is inac-
cessible and full of glory. That is the way to
get the breach healed. It may be that in the
first outburst of your sorrow, when your sons
and daughters rose up to comfort you, you
put aside their ministry of consolation, and,
like Jacob, said, " I will go down into the
grave unto my son mourning." But, in the
end of the days when parting words are
spoken, Benoni, the son of sorrow, has become
Benjamin, the son of my right hand, and the
crowning benediction rests on the head of him
that was separate from his brethren. Then,
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in the light of Heaven, every shadow of earth's
darkness will flee away, every Gethsemane
become an Olivet, every step in the vale of
tears a step in your ascension to the everlast-
ing Kingdom.
ARE THERE INFANTS IN HEAVEN?
Rev. Dr. J. Logan Aikman, Glasgow.
Do deceased infants remain infants in
heaven? It is surely worse than trifling with
scripture to make the phrase, "small and
great," place infants, as such, before the judg-
ment-throne. To talk of the lisping lips and
pattering feet of children on the floor of
heaven is truly painful. Had these infants
lived to riper years, some of them might have
loved and served Christ, and gone from man-
hood's prime to fill lofty thrones. Can any
sense of privation flow from God's removal
of them into His own glorious presence?
Can they be inferior in heaven to what they
might have become upon the earth?
The idea of continued infancy carries in it
the thought of privation. Some would assure
mourning mothers . of having their beloved
infants restored to their fond embrace. Do
they seriously reflect upon what they say?
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Were distance, and not death, the form of
separation, they would be justly viewed as
"miserable comforters." Tell a mother, part-
ing from her child because of climate, that
she will again receive him, ten or twenty
years hence, in -precisely the same condition.
Would she not resent it as an insult thus to
dwarf her noble boy, and imprison him for
years in an infant's frame? Surely the^ same
reasoning applies to death as to distance, and
equally to heaven and earth. Our whole
nature, instinctively, appeals to the law of
progress as the law of life. To contemplate
eternal infancy in heaven is to think of igno-
rance in the land of vision, of weakness in
the scene of power, and of imprisoned facul-
ties in the presence of the glorified Redeemer.
When infants rise to heaven they are subject
to the law of life, and advance in the develop-
ment of their being at a pace unknown on
earth. When we ask the mother to look
beyond her own loss to her child's gain, we
think of that sainted spirit as rising more
rapidly to manhood's fulness, and heaven's
excellence, than if he had lived on earth.
How can an intellig^ent mother ever become
reconciled to her personal loss, or even rise
above the thought of her child's loss, if, as she
sees the remaining members of her family
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increase in stature, knowledge, and wisdom,
she must needs think of the brightest and best
of them, whom God has sainted, as retained
in perpetual infancy? Much as that mother
marvels at, and rejoices over the dawning and
advancing intelligence of her little circle, one
glimpse of her sainted boy should convince
her that a few short years in heaven have
done more for him, than a long and well-spent
life can possibly do for them.
Yet what wonderful compensation in the
Divine economy ! Ripe Christians must begin
their heaven on a loftier platform, and pro-
gress at a quicker pace in the ever-upward
march towards perfection, than those who
have all to learn after they have entered upon
glory. Looking from the earthward side of
life we say — happy souls, translated to heaven,
in blessed unconsciousness of sin and sorrow !
Looking from the heavenward side we ex-
claim, Blessed ye, who lived and served on
earth, to have your manifold labors recited
and rewarded by the Saviour-Judge ! We
may speculate on the comparative advantages
of early and later removals, — of inhincy with
its unconsciousness of sin, and its feebler
spiritual life, and of manhood with its large
experience and greater power of progress
within the one kingdom, — but ever to fall
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back for comfort upon the all-wise God, and
in adoring gratitude to say unto Him, "Even
so, Father : for so it seemed good in Thy sight."
The law of development is the law of life,
alike on earth and in heaven. Exercise ex-
p'ands and invigorates the faculties. Enlarged
capacities demand an ever-widening sphere of
action. Why restrict to manhood and not
extend to infancy the gracious provisions of
that Divine law? Why not stereotype ex-
hausted age as well as unfledged infancy?
Must these germs of activity never rise into
action? Shall the blossom never ripen into
fruit? Can the noble faculties of mind and
heart find an everlasting prison in the bosom
of infancy ? Must that child carry in him all
the elements, and yet never reach the stature
of a perfected manhood? To ask these ques-
tions is to answer them, and so as to affirm
that man's loftiest hopes fall far short of God's
glorious fulfilment.
The very thought of" heaven suggests the
absence of all imperfection, — the non-appear-
ance of feeble infancy and time-worn age,
the universal manifestation of manhood in
immortal beauty and strength. The finished
work of Christ demands a complete humanit}' ;
and man is still seriously incomplete in child-
hood. Soon the infant in heaven rises out of
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his infancy, and attains to a knowledge, wis-
dom, and spirituality, greater far than if he
had lived and loved Christ for a hundred years
upon the earth.
Great, however, as the progress may be
prior to the resurrection of the body, and fully
as entrance into heaven must compensate for
an early removal from earth, let it be remem-
bered that the spirit in heaven is not humanity
perfected. The body must needs be raised,
and in a form adapting it for union and part-
nership with the glorified soul, ere heaven can
be enjoyed in its fulness. The recovery of
the entire man into the likeness of Christ is
the finishing of the work of redemption, and
must be the introduction of ransomed and per-
fected humanity into the fulness of promised
and prepared glories.
When musing sadly on the recent removal
of our endeared Theodore from our family
circle, narrowed so much by three beloved
ones withdrawn before him, the tender and
timely sympathy of a much loved friend whis-
pered the precious sentence, " Christ's cove-
nant with His Father, that He should have all
the infant spirits for His kingdom, is our only
satisfactory foundation." The comfort in these
priceless words is affectionately offered to all
bereaved and sorrowing parents.
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ON THE DEATH OF CHILDREN.
Rev. J. P. Chown, Bradford.
Sometimes the child is taken, when God
sees if it were spared it would engross too
much of the parents' affections, it would be
idolized instead of loved, would be in the place
of the Saviour and heaven to the parents, and
that would not be well either for them or the
child. Sometimes the child is taken instead
of the parent. Justice does not say, "Thou
fool, this night thy soul shall be required of
thee," but Mercy says, instead, "I will call the
child, and that may arrest him in his course,
and the shock may break the ties that bind
him to sin." And so the child, who is ready
for heaven, is taken ; the parent, who must
have been cast down to hell, is spared. Some-
times God sees that our affections are becomincr
too closely entwined around earthly objects,
and He takes the child, that those affections
may be drawn up to heaven with it ; it needs a
painful wrench to tear them away, and it is
thus He snatches from us a present treasure, to
lead us to seek after future and everlasting
joys. And then we know they are not lost, —
these dear departed children. The flower was
given, and had just begun to bloom in its
beauty and breathe its fragrance through your
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dwelling, and now it is gone ; but it is not
withered, it is not stolen, it is not destroyed ;
the Lord of the garden has sent His messenger,
and he has plucked it, and borne it up from the
desert world, whose rude blasts chilled it, to
the Paradise where it shall bud and bloom in
the sunlight of heaven for ever. Remember,
too, how many parents would have rejoiced
if their flowers had been taken to Paradise,
instead of being spared to be the poor wretched,
withered, down-trodden things they are now,
— rather weeds, indeed, than flowers, — or
crushed, it may be, almost out of existence
altogether. And think, also, that if our little
ones were taken from heaven to earth, or even
if it were from earth to an unknown place, or
to a worse place, then we might grieve over it ;
but it is not so, if we have them not here
we have them in heaven. About whomsoever
we may have doubts over their departure,
there is no room for doubt here ; the Saviour
who gathered them around Him upon earth,
and blessed them, is gathering them around
Him in heaven, and blessing them in a manner
of which we can form no conception ; and so
they are there, dwelling in His presence,
blessed in His smile, rich in His glory, and
waiting to welcome those who shall follow
them, to their portion of everlasting peace
and joy.
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"IT IS WELL."
Rev. Dr. John Bruce, Newmilns, Ayrshire.
Surely it should not require many words to
persuade bereaved Christian parents, that with
their children also "it is well." They may
think on the object of their tenderest affection
as for ever withdrawn from them, and laid in
the dreary, desolating grave. The bhmk pro-
duced in their family circle, with its mournful
associations, may ever and anon obtrude itself
on their view. And when they reflect on the*
days when the candle of the Lord shone upon
them, and when all was cheerful in the midst
of their dwellings, they may be overpowered
and overwhelmed, and for a time may even
"refuse to be comforted." But, by and by,
the tumiult of the soul is allayed \ by and by
the precious promises are attended to ; by
and by the Spirit, with its consoling influences,
gets access to the mind, and then the bereaved
and sorrowing parent can look at the bright
side of the dispensation, and can say. It is well.
Musing on God's ways towards him, he may be
supposed to indulge in such thoughts as these,
— He was indeed a pleasant child that was
removed from me, and one on whom my heart
was set. I had fondly hoped to see him grow
in strength and beauty, and to be usefully and
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honorably active in life. I had anticipated the
period when he should be my companion,
my counsellor, my comforter, my pride. But
God in His sovereignty has ordered it other-
vvrise ; and shall I complain? Shall I complain
because, in a different w^ay from that w^hich
my own imaginings had pictured, my highest
wish for my child is fulfilled? Shall I com-
plain because the warfare has been so short,
and. the victory so easily and speedily won?
because the lamb has been so soon gathered
into the fold, and sheltered from the rough and
ruthless blast? because the little voyager on
life's wide ocean has escaped so completely
the perils of life, and has entered so soon the
peaceful haven? because the immortal spirit,
the heir of heaven, lingered for so short a time
in this land of darkness, and passed so soon
into the realms of light? Shall I complain for
these and similar reasons? Verily, No. Fond
nature, cease thy unwarrantable murmuring.
Look to thy child in his glorified state ; " for
of such is the kingdom of heaven." Think
of him as raised above all sorrow, and suf-
fering, and imperfection, and mingling with
the innumerable company of the redeemed.
"Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear,
That mourns thine exit from a world like this :
Forgive the wish that would have kept thee here,
And staj'd thj progress to the realms of bliss "
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GOD'S RELATIONSHIP TO CHILDREN.
Rev. John Guthrie, A.M., Glasgow.
Our Father in Heaven, the infinite Parent
of us all, and the Saviour, who did what no
parent has done, — shed His blood to redeem
them, — have a closer relation to our children,
and a better right to them, than we. Be it the
endeavor, then, of mourning parents to exclaim
with the bereft patriarch, and as much as pos-
sible in that patriarch's spirit and power, "^ The
Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away ;
blessed be the name of the Lord." Yea, let
them overflow with hallelujahs, that, in the
Atonement of Jesus, they have such an im-
pregnable ground of hope in respect to their
deceased children. The fact that these chil-
dren are in heaven, among the shining throng,
white-robed, and vocal with the praises of
redeeming love, should endear Jesus to them
the more, through the ransom of whose precious
blood their darlings are now in an infinitely
happier than the parental home. This will
help you, desolate parent, better to appreciate
and realize the claims of that bright world
to which they have been summoned. You
know not what use God may have for them
there. Who knows to what glorious account
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Jesus, even now while you weep, may there be
turning their little radiant spirits? He has the
ripened spirits there of "just men made per-
fect ; " and with these He gems and jewels His
crown of many stars. But He has also use
there for the infant spirit in its loveliness. If
the ripened saints are the stars that grace His
crown, He whose delight is to take the lambs
into His arms may well cull also the buds and
flowerets of childhood to cluster as a garland
round His bosom of love. Your children's
precious dust is at present in the hands of the
enemy; but that enemy, — "the last enemy,"
— shall be destroyed, and you and the tender
objects of your regret, if you are only faithful
to that Saviour whose blood has saved therii,
and persevere in the faith and love of Him
to the end, will meet again ere long, tri-
umphant over death, the grim foe that has
despoiled you, and spend a long and happy
Forever in the presence of your Lord.
We would say, in conclusion, to the bereft
parent, through whose heart grief has driven its
rude ploughshare, and whose wounds, it may
be, are yet green, "Mourn not as those who
have no hope,", for, as respects your children,
"there is hope in their end." In their material
part only, they are, like Rachel's of old, " in the
land of the enemy : " their nobler part is in the
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land, and in the embrace, of the Infinite Friend.
Nor is that Friend forgetful of their sleeping
dust. It is precious in His sight. " The
redemption of the body " is as sure as " the
redemption of the soul." That enemy, " the last
enemy," shall one day be destroyed ; and on
that eventful day, "your children shall come
again." Only see to it, now^ like David, that
you will, by faith, " go to them," and Jesus
will see to it then that they shall " come to you."
" Thus saith the Lord ; refrain thy voice from
weeping and thine eyes from tears ; for thy
work shall be rewarded, saith the Lord;. and
they shall come again from the land of the
enemy." What a rapturous prospect for the
Christian parent !
THE CHILDREN SAFELY FOLDED.
Rev. Dr. Joseph Brown, Glasgow.
I HAVE a full persuasion in my own mind
that "it is well with the child" that dies in
infancy ; and I have often felt thankful that I
had satisfied myself oh that head before I was
led to secure the possession of a burying place
for' my own infant children ; but my faith rests
less on any particular passage than on the
genius of the gospel scheme. Just as I find
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that the divinity of our Lord is the key to the
interpretation of the current representation of
Scripture, so I think that the salvation of infant
children is in best accordance with many
portions of the holy oracles.
I had occasion to glance at the subject
of infant salvation recently, w^hen speaking
of Christ's being " glorified in " the number' of
" His saints in that day," and in endeavoring
to establish the position that the redeemed will
greatly outnumber those that perish. I believe
that even in past times the number of the
saints may have been greater than a con-
tracted charity has supposed, than the spirit
of bigotry has allowed. I believe that, in
the long ages of rest and triumph in store
for the Church, "the nations of the saved"
will soon counterbalance the deficiencies of
many generations. And even in reference
to those periods in which sin and Satan have
most prevailed, I comfort myself with the
thought that death has been employed by Him
who has the power of the keys, in securing a
great ingathering into the kingdom of heaven,
from those who have died in infancy.
I remember conversing, many years ago, on
this subject, with the late Ebenezer Brown,
of Inverkeithing, and of marking the delight
he seemed to gather from the thought that the
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multitudes of children who die in heathen
countries, and in the heathen parts of our own
country, ay, and even those that are violently
taken away by the cruel hands of superstition
and idolatry, are " caught up to God and to
His throne," to swell the numbers of the
ransomed, and to enlarge the honors of the
Redeemer.
LITTLE ONES IN HEAVEN.
Rev. Dr Robkrt Ferguson, London.
We are not forbidden to mourn over the loss
of those who have been taken from us ; but our
sorrow should be moderated by the reflection
that our loss is their gain. The joy which was
felt, and whose expression could not be re-
pressed at the birth of the child, is surely not
to become extinct in the event of his departure
and introduction to a nobler state of being.
Are all those delightful emotions which took
possession of our breasts when he began to
develop his intellectual power, or his spiritual
life, to die out when that very same child is
taken up into the society of perfected spirits, in
whose midst his mental powers and his inner
life will be revealed as they never could have
been in this inferior state ? Is it nothing that
we have given birth to one who is now num-
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bered with the sons of glory, and whose pres-
ence in heaven has widened the circle of the
redeemed around the throne of God ? If death
be a condition of life, then those whom we may
have lost by death are not lost, but gone before.
They are not dead, but live ; and with the liv-
ing only do they hold communion. If the
highest type of created life be that of the re-
deeined and the glorified, then our joy ought
to be proportioned to those higher conditions
of being and of bliss to which they have been
raised.
Christian parent ! dry up thy tears ; or if you
must weep, make a rainbow of your tears.
Let joy rise above grief as heaven rises above
earth. If the birth of your child filled your
breast with emotions which no human words
can express, and if on his being born again
you became the subjects of feelings yet more
tender and peculiar, then think of him now
amid the beatitudes and the blessedness of the
heavenly world, sinless in character, deathless
in life, exhaustless in energy, ceaseless in ac-
tivity, and through the ages on ages, ever mov-
ing in the light of the throne, expatiating amid
its unquenchable glories, and upholding com-
munion with the Eternal Life.
How delightful the idea that some of our
little ones are there, ever beholding the face of
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their Father, reposing in His immutable love,
and being filled with the fulness of joy ! How
cheering the thought that they have been ad-
mitted to the society and the fellowship of per-
fected spirits, are now the companions and
associates of patriarchs, and prophets, and
apostles, of martyrs and confessors, of the
mightiest and the noblest dead, and hold the
most intimate intercourse with them on all that
is holy and true, unchangeably good and sub-
limely grand ! How inspiring the belief, that
the}^ are now waiting our arrival, and are beck-
oning us onward and upward to join their wider
circle, to enter with them on brighter scenes,
and to enjoy life with them in its fulness and
its fruitions ! If we have ties on earth we have
ties also in heaven. Nor let us forget that
heaven is our home, as it is the home of those
little ones now in glory. It is there that we
are to meet them again, to be reunited in
indissoluble bonds, and to dwell in endless
life. Their very existence there is meant to
charm our spirits up to their bright abode.
Let us, then, set our affections on that higher
world; let us yield to its attractive inffuence ;
and let us rejoice in this prospect of mingling
for ever with our little ones and our loved ones
in scenes of ineffable light and life, of glorious
love and boundless joy.
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MUTUAL RECOGNITION IN HEAVEN.
Rev. Dr. George Smith, Poplar, London.
The hope of reunion in a future state of be-
ing has been prevalent amongst devout and
thoughtful persons in all ages of time, and under
the various dispensations of divine truth which
have passed over men. Some glimmerings of
this expectation have visited communities and
individuals unblest with the light of a written
revelation, but who probably derived their
impressions from traditionary recollections of a
primitive faith. A definite and ever-brighten-
ing impression of the truth has been obtained
under the Patriarchal, the Jewish, and the
Christian economies. This hope has been a
great comfort to mourners in seasons of bereave-
ment. They have felt as did the monarch of
Israel, who when lamenting the decease of his
child, encouraged his heart by uttering the
well-known words, "I shall go to him, but he
shall not return to me." . . .
By many of those who receive the kingdom
of God as little children, this consoling doctrine
is admitted without gainsaying, and is almost
intuitively perceived. Not very long since, an
aged disciple, a highly valued relative of mine,
fell asleep in Jesus at the advanced age of
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eighty-one years. On hearing of the event,
his sistej:, more aged than he, said, " How glad
my dear mother will be to see her darling boy
again ! " When the tidings of death reached
my home, a grandchild of the departed saint,
my own youngest boy, Richard Morley, being
then only in his fifth year, exclaimed, " How
delighted grandmamma will be to see him
again ! " Thus youth and age, both taught of
God, testified to a glorious truth. They have
both since then passed into the world of light ;
the child after a few weeks only, and they are
doubtless reunited to the loved ones of whom
the}^ believingly spoke.
This subject is adapted to comfort the orphan
deprived of parental support, and cast on the
fatherhood of God. It is equally suited to
bind up the wounds of parents who mourn, like
Rachel, over their children, because they are
not. Nor is it less fitted to support the mind
of others who are deprived of companions in
labor, and sorrow, and joy. We can follow
them b}^ faith within the veil, and behold their
ever increasing happiness. We can listen to
the voice of revelation, which assures us that
they without us cannot be perfect ; and we can
look forward with hope to the time when,
knowing as we are known, we shall rejoin them
in the climes of bliss, and with them place the
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crown of redemption at the feet of the Re-
deemer. With Richard Baxter, the eloquent
discourser on " The Saint's Everlasting Rest,"
we may say, addressing the Captain of our
salvation, —
"As for my friends, they are not lost;
The different vessels of Thy fleet
Though parted now, bj tempests tost, '
At length shall in the haven meet."
SAFE WITH CHRIST.
Rev. Charles Garrett, Manchester.
Oh, weeping, trembling mother, the Good
Shepherd who carries the lambs in His bosom,
looks pityingly upon you, and says in loving
tones, " Can you not trust your child with Me f^
Surely your heart, in the midst of its agony,
wdll reply, "Yes, Lord, I can." You have
often said to an earthly friend, " I have no fear
nor anxiety about my child when it is with
you.''' And if this be true, for it to be with
Christ must be far better. Think of His un-
erring wisdom, His almight}^ power, His bound-
less resources, His unutterable tenderness, and,
above all. His infinite love, and your faith will
be strengthened and steadied. Remember that
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He loves your sainted child as tenderly as
if there were not another child in the universe,
and, oh, how safe, how happy it must be with
Him! Bear in mind, also, that the separation
is only for a "little while," as little as is
consistent with your eternal welfare. Your
heavenly Father is far more anxious to have
you in heaven than you are to get there. All
the events of your life are working together for
this end. You may not be able to see how
this can be, but His eyes are clearer than
yours. He sees the end from the beginning.
If, therefore, you cannot -praise Him for this
" fiery trial," don't murmur., be " dumb, and
open not your mouth," because He has done it.
He will understand your silence. " He knoweth
our frame ; He remembereth that we are dust."
His purposes will soon be accomplished, and
then amidst the glories of heaven you will meet
again ; so shall you "obtain joy and gladness,
and sorrow and sighing shall flee away."
UNCONVERTED PARENTS ADMONISHED.
Rev. Professor M'Michael, D D., Dunfermline.
Perhaps there is a danger, in themes of this
description, of overlooking the case of mourn-
ing parents, who are themselves in an un-
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sanctified state, and who are destitute of a
saving faith in the Lord Jesus. This book
may fall into their hands, and to them I would
now address a word of kind and faithful ex-
postulation. May it be abundantly blessed,
through the Holy Spirit, to promote their
eternal interests !
My supposition is, Death has entered your
dwelling, and has snatched a loved one from
your embrace. That child, I believe, is safe,
— safe in heaven ; but you yourselves are still
living in sin and unbelief. What a monstrous
contradiction is here ! Your child in heaven,
while you are on the broad road to hell ! That
child was dear, inexpressibly dear to you ; but
the Lord took him. Perhaps it was done for
your spiritual benefit. Had it not been for this
gracious purpose, he might have been still
Avith you, cheering your heart. More fre-
quently than is imagined, children become
martyrs for the sake of their ungodly parents.
For them they wither, and for them they die.
But has this divine visitation produced the
effect which it ought to have done? Did you
actually look upon your own child in the con-
vulsions of death? did you place it in its little
coffin, and lay its head in the grave, without
a piercing consciousness of the evil of sin?
There would have been nothing surprising.
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though God had smitten jk<??^ dead, and friends
had been summoned to your funeral. Laden
with sin, as all of us are who have arrived at
mature years, that was just what might have
been expected, and what would assuredly 1 ap-
pen did not infinite mercy prevent. But did it
never occur to you, how dreadful sin must
appear in the sight of God, when even that
young child of yours paid the awful penalty?
The wages of sin is death. Did it never occur
to you, that if there were nothing inconsistent
in divine goodness and justice sending disease
and death upon that little one, what must be
your own condition, should you die impenitent
and be summoned into the presence of the
Judge with all your guilt upon your head?
Did it never occur to you, what additional
misery shall be yours in the place of perdition,
when you remember there, that you have a
darling child in heaven, and that had you
profited by the lesson which its premature
death was intended to teach, 3^ou might your-
selves have been with it, and with the other
glorified inhabitants, singing the higli praises
of our God? By the memory of that child
so dear to you ; by the value of your own
immortal souls which are in danger of perish-
ing ; by the terrors of the day of judgment,
when each one of us must give an account
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of himself unto God ; and by the precious blood
of Christ, which cleanseth from all sin, I
beseech you now to repent and to accept the
overtures of divine compassion. Mercy there
is for you still, much as you have hitherto
hardened your hearts and despised the chas-
tisements of Jehovah. Flee, without delay, to
the Shepherd and Bishop of your souls, and
surrender yourselves freely unto Him. Then it
will be in your power to say, with the bereaved
Shunammite, " It is well ; " and also to adopt
the language of David, with reference to his
dead son, "I shall go to him, but he shall not
return to me."
A WORD IN SEASON.
Rev. Henry Batchelor, Glasgow.
You need not ask the Prophet's question,
"Is it well with the child?'' The "Good
Shepherd " always carries the drooping lamb
in His bosom, and the last breath is the token
that it has reached the sacred and guarded fold,
and that its spirit has found rest. Death to a
little one is like liberating a bird to seek its
native clime. Its unsoiled pinion and virgin
song are for a sunnier realm. The light in
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which it is lost to thee is the radiance of the
better land. " For of such is the kingdom of
God. But oh ! parent, what of thine own
soul? Hast thou one so near to thee, one that
thou thoughtest inseparable from thy life and
love, in heaven? Are the little feet touching
the blissful shore that thou shalt never tread?
Is its ear filled with sounds that shall never
come to thine? Is its young and tender form
lustrous with a glory which shall never shine
on thee? Is it now looking on the face which
thine eye, through all the eternal ages, shall
never see?
Is thy little one so much to thee^ and art thou
less to Godf " We are His oifspring." The
Great Teacher enjoined, "When ye pray, say,
our Father.^'' Ye have a place in the paternal
love of God. Thy burdens are His care. An
imperilled soul is more to Him than all his
vast dominions. He has taken to Himself the
little life so precious to thee, to draw thee
after. This is God's most loving act to thee.
Many a time thou hast heard His voice, and
didst not heed it. He gave His only-begotten
Son to agony and death for thee, and it
touched thee not; now, He has taken thine
own loved one from thee. It is not the first
time that a little golden head has attracted
hoary hairs to heaven. Tiny pattering feet
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trace for strong men the way to God, and
lead, by silken cords of love, to His blest
abode. " Out of the mouths of babes and
sucklings Thou hast -perfected ■praise''' May
it be thy comfort that every step in life is
guiding thee to embrace thy little one again,
where flowers never wither, and immortality
beams in every countenance.
APPEAL TO PARENTS.
Rev. William Bathgate, Kilmarnock.
Christian parent, bereaved of an infant-
child, one word of appeal to 3'OU. Sore was
your heart in the sad hour which struck the
departure, to another home and bosom, of your
darling child. Though seasons may have
come and gone, though years of vicissitude
may have fled since you kissed for the last
time the infant-clay in its snow-white dress,
or heard the first clod fall relentlessly on the
coffin which contained the pride of your heart,
the tear still starts, and the lip still quivers,
over the name and image of your beloved in-
fant. Sorrow not for him. He stands on the
other bank of the Jordan, ready to hail you as
you rise from the troubled river. He tunes his
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infantine harp to give you a gladsome wel-
come to the mansions above. Wish him not
"back again," for the wish is unkind as well as
vain. Comfort yourself with the assurance
that you "shall go to him." Your child is not
among strangers. The angels wait on him.
The Saviour carries him in His bosom.
Never was he so much at home. He has the
blessed fortune to advance beneath the care
and education of heaven. He is in the train
of the blessed Saviour, for whose glorious ap-
pearing you daily look. Oh, let your affections
be jixcd on the heavenly world. The Great
Spirit will not charge you with idolatry should
you quicken your pace to glory because your
departed child wearies for your coming.' God
smilingly looks on the reunion of sire and son.
Christless parent, bereaved of an infant-
child, what shall we say to you? It is well
even with the spirit of your little one. This is
a gratifying, gladdening truth, even to a parent
bound for a dread futurity. But, then, though
you are welcome to all the consolation which
such a truth is fitted to impart, does not the
truth flash across your benighted soul a terri-
ble suggestion? Oh, see you not that if you die
Christless as you are living Christless, your
little one and you shall never meet. Should
it often watch for its mother's spirit emerging
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with a song of victory from the billows of the
Jordan, it shall watch in vain. Should it on
the morning of judgment recognize its mother's
face and hold aloft its tiny hands, it shall hold
them up in vain. Ah ! bereaved mother, you
have drunk the bitterest of earth's cups.
Death tore from you the idol o-f your heart.
But, continue Christless, remain unsaved, and
you will see your child rising in glory, while
you yourself are sinking into hell. Can you
stand that ■prospect f Take your infant's Sa-
viour as your Saviour. Rend not the heart of
the soul-loving and soul-saving Jesus by con-
tinuing unsaved, and constraining Him to bid
you depart far from your child, and far from
Himself.
A TRANSPLANTED FLOWER.
Wm. B. Bradbury.
Katie is gone. Where? To heaven. An
angel came and took her away. She was a
lovely child, — gentle as a lamb ; the pet of the
whole family. The youngest of them all.
But she could not stay with us any longer, she
had an angel sister in heaven, who was wait-
ing for her. The angel sister was with us
only a few months, but she has been in heaven
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many years, and she must have loved Katie,
for everybody loved her. The loveliest flowers
are often soonest plucked. If a little voice
sweeter and more musical than others was
heard, I knew Katie was near. If my study-
door opened so gently and slyly that no sound
could be heard, I knew that Katie was coming.
If, after an hour's quiet play, a little shadow
passed me, and the door opened and shut as
no one else could open and shut it, "so as not
to disturb papa," I knew Katie was going.
When, in the midst of my composing, I heard
a gentle voice saying, "Papa, may I stay with
you a little while? I will be very still," I did
not need to look off my work, to assure me
that it was my little lamb. You stayed with
me too long, Katie, dear, to leave me so sud-
denly ; and you are too still now. You be-
came my little assistant — my home angel —
my youngest and sweetest singing-bird, and I
miss the litde voice that I have heard in the
adjoining room, catching up and echoing little
snatches of melody as they were being com-
posed. I miss those soft and sweet kisses.
I miss the little hand that was always first to
be placed upon my forehead, to " drive away
the pain." I miss the sound of those litde feet
upon the stairs. I miss the little knock at my
bedroom door in the morning, and the triple
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good-night kiss in the evening. I miss the
sweet smiles from the sunniest of faces. I
miss,— oh, how I miss the foremost in the
little group who came out to meet me at the
gate for the first kiss ! I do not stoop so low
now, Katie, to give that first kiss. I miss you
at the table and at family worship. I miss
your voice in " / want to be an angel ^^^ for no-
body could sing it like you. I miss you in my
rides and walks. I miss you in the garden.
I miss you everywhere ; but I will try not to
miss you in heaven. "Papa, if we are good,
will an angel truly come and take us to heaven
when we die?" When the question was asked,
how little did I think the angel was so near !
But he did "truly" come, and the sweet flower
is transplanted to a more genial clime. " I do
wish papa would come." Wait a little while,
Katie, and papa will come. The journey is
not long. He will soon be " Home."
A SWEET SORROW.
Rev. Dr. Schaff.
Now, farewell, my precious boy ! Till I
see thee again, farewell ! With a saddened
heart have I performed the last act of earthly
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love ; and now I resign thee into the hands of
higher and better parental care. Short was
thy visit in this rough and tempestuous world !
The heavenly gardener has early transplanted
the fragrant lily of thy life into a milder and
purer clime. Thy life was not yet darkened and
imbittered by the fearful curse of sin and death.
As a tender lamb of Christ, thou didst bear thy
cross in friendly innocence, like the infants of
Bethlehem, who were slain by the tyrant-sword
of Herod, as the first^martyr fruits offered to the
new-born Saviour, to whom the ancient church
has devoted the third day after Christmas as
an anniversary-day of special remembrance.
Thou art now happy with them, and with the
pleasant angels, far away from the sultry and
sickly atmosphere of earth and sin, in serene
celestial heights, in' the green peaceful bowers
of Paradise, led, and fed, and refreshed by the
Great Shepherd of the sheep and of the lambs,
who was Himself once a child, that He might
sanctify the tender age of infancy, and who, in
the days of His flesh, pressed infants to His
bosom, speaking those words of comfort : " Suf-
fer little children to come unto me, and forbid
them not : for of such is the kingdom of God."
His thou wert by birth ; and, as He formed
fliy beautiful body, so did He also, by His
Holy Spirit, silently, and unconsciously to thee,
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early prepare thy spirit for that holy world
where now thou art at home. It was He that
taught thee to lisp, as thou didst in the midst
of thy suffering, with infant joy : " Heaven is a
beautiful place ; God is there, Christ is there,
the angels are there, all good people are
there ! " Yes, my hopeful, pious boy Lthey are
all there, old and young, great and small, —
all who have overcome in the blood of the
Lamb ! There also dost thou bloom for ever^
in the unfading beauty of the loveliest age !
Thither also do thy parents, by God's grace,
hope to arrive, when their hour shall strike, to
embrace thee, the beloved of their hearts, in
glorified youth, and to lose thee no more for
ever I Oh, the joy of such a meeting I
"LITTLE EDWARD."
Rev. Edward Irving, London.
Whoso studieth as I have done, and rellect-
eth as I have sought to reflect, upon the first
twelve months of a child ; whoso hath had such
a child to look and reflect upon, as the Lord
for fifteen months did bless me with il (whom
I would not recall, if a wish could recall him,
from the enjoyment and service of our dear
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Lord), will rather marvel how the growth of
that wonderful creature, which put forth such
a glorious bud of being, should come to be so
cloaked by the flesh, cramped by the world,
and cut short by Satan, as not to become a
winged seraph ; will rather wonder that such
a puny, heartless, feeble thing as manhood
should be the abortive fruit of the rich bud of
childhood, than think that childhood is an im-
perfect promise and opening of the future man.
And therefore it is that I grudged not our noble,
lovely child, but rather do delight that such a
seed should blossom and bear in the kindly
and kindred Paradise of my God. And why
should not I speak of thee, my Edward ! see-
ing it was in the season of thy sickness and
death the Lord did reveal in me the knowledge
and hope and desire of His Son from heaven ?
Glorious exchange ! He took my son to His
own more fatherly bosom, and revealed in my
bosom the sure expectation and faith of His
own eternal Son ! Dear season of my life ! ever
to be remembered, when I knew the sweet-
ness and fruitfulness of such joy and sorrow. -
The following is an extract from a letter to
Mrs. Irving, when on his solitary journey
homew^ard, over the moors, on foot, dated
Annan, i8th October, 1825 : —
Here I winded the Yarrow at the foot of the
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loch, under the crescent moon, where, finding
a convenient rock beneath some overhanging
branches which moaned and sighed in the
breeze, I sat me down, while the wind, sweep-
ing, brought the waters of the loch to my feet ;
and I paid my devotions to the Lord in His
own ample and magnificent temple ; and sweet
meditations were afibrded me of thee, our
babe, and our departed boy. My soul was
filled with sweetness. " I did not ask for a
sign," as Colonel Blackadder says ; but when
I looked up to the moon, as I came out from
the ecclesia of the rock, she looked as never a
moon had looked before in my eye, — as if she
had been washed in dew, which, speedily
clearing ofi:', she looked so bright and beau-
tiful ; and, on the summit of the opposite hill,
a little b?'ight star gleamed upon me, like the
bright, bright eye of ojcr darling. Oh, how I
wished you had been with me to partake the
sweet solacement of that moment !
GERMS OF IMMORTALITY.
Rev- Dr. John Gumming, London.
Christianity alone looks with sympathy
on infants, loves them more than angels, pro-
vides for their future state, and plants in the
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sorrowing hearts of those who have lost them
bright hopes of restored union and communion
in glory. Christianity takes the int''ant close
to her mother-bosom, spreads over it the warm
wing of love, sprinkles on its bright brow
waters from that river whose streams make
glad the city of our God, and gives utterance
to the deep sympathies of her heart in these
words : " Suifer little children to come unto
me, and forbid them not : for of such is the
kingdom of heaven." Babes are not too insig-
nificant in her thoughts. Her Incarnate One
controls the exalted hierarch beside the throne,
and also stoops to teach and bless an orphan
child. Never did He who spake as never
man spake breathe a more beautiful or touch-
ing thought, or bequeath to mourning mothers
bereaved of their infants a more precious
legacy, than when He rebuked the stern
frowns which His disciples cast on the mothers
that crowded round Him with their babes, and
took up the unconscious infants in His arms,
and blessed them, and said, "Sutler little chil-
dren to come unto me, and forbid them not :
for of such is the kingdom of heaven." Who-
soever may undervalue these germs of immor-
tality, these folded buds of promise, these
tenants of earth in training for heaven, — the
Son of God does not. He spreads over them
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the shield of His power, and covers them with
the feathers of His wing. He saw immortal-
ity beam from their countenances, in their
bosoms His ear heard the beatings of a life
that can never die ; and capacities which all
the treasures of time and earth cannot fill,
disclosed themselves to the eye of Him to
whom the most secret structure of mind and
body is thoroughly unveiled. It is relation to
eternity that makes the feeblest strong, and
the smallest great.
THE BLACKSMITH AND HIS WIFE AT "WEE
DAVIE'S" COFFIN.
Rev. Dr. Norman Macleod, Glasgow.
The little black coffin was brought to the
smith's the night before the funeral. When
the -house was quiet, Davie was laid in it
gently by his father. Jeanie stood by and
assumed the duty of arranging with care the
wliite garments in which her boy was dressed,
wrapping them round him, and adjusting the
head as if to sleep in her own bosom. She
brushed once more the golden ringlets, and
put the little hands in their right place, and
opened out the frills in the cap, and removed
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every particle of sawdust which soiled the
shroud. When all was finished, though she
seemed anxious to prolong the work, the lid
was put on the coffin, but so as to leave the
face uncovered. Both were as silent as their
child. But ere they retired to rest for the
night, they instinctively went to take another
look. As they gazed in silence, side by side,
the smith felt his hand gently seized by his
wife. She played at first nervously with the
fingers, until finding her own hand held
by her husband, she looked into his face with
an unutterable expression, and meeting his
eyes so full of unobtrusive sorrow, she leant
her head on his shoulder, and said, "Willie,
this is my last look o' him on this side the
grave. But, Willie dear, you and me maun
see him again, and mind ye, no to pairt ; na,
I canna thole that ! We ken whaur he is, and
we maun gang till him. Noo promise me —
vow alang wi' me here, that as we love him
and ane anither, we'll attend mair to what's
guid than we hae dune, that — O Willie!
forgie me, for it's no my pairt to speak, but
I canna help it enoo, and just, my bonnie
man, just agree wi' me — that we'll gie our
hearts noo and for ever to our ain Saviour,
and the Saviour o' our wee Davie ! " These
words were uttered without ever lifting her
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head from her husband's shoulder, and in low,
broken accents, half choked with an inward
struggle, but without a tear. She was encour-
aged to say this — for she had a timid awe
for her husband — by the pressure ever and
anon returned to hers from his hand. The
smith spoke not, but bent his head over his
wife, who felt his tears falling on her neck, as
he whispered, "Amen, Jeanie ! so help me,
God ! " A silence ensued, during which Jeanie
got, as she said, "a gude greet," for the first
time, which took a weight off her heart. She
then quietly kissed her child and turned away.
Thornburn took the hand of his boy and said,
"Farewell, Davie, and when you and me meet
again, we'll baith, I tak' it, be a bit diflferent
frae what we are this nicht !- He then put the
lid on mechanically, turned one or two of the
screws, and then sat down at the fireside to
chat about the arangements of the funeral as
on a matter of business.
After that, for the first time, William asked
his v/ife to kneel down, and he would pray
before they retired to rest. Poor fellow ! he
was sincere as ever man was ; and never after
till the day of his death did he omit this " exer-
cise," which once a day was universal in
every family whose head was a member of
the church ; and I have known it continued by
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the widow when her head was taken away.
But on this, the first night, when the smith
tried to utter aloud the thoughts of his heart,
he could only say, "Our Father — !" There
he stopped. Something seemed to seize him,
and to stop his utterance. Had he only
known how much was in these words, he
possibly might have said more.- As it was,
the thoughts of the father on earth so mingled,
he knew not why, with those of the Father in
heaven, that he could not speak. But he con-
tinued on his knees, and spoke there to God
as if he had never spoken before. Jeanie did
the same. After a while they both rose, and
Jeanie said, "Thank ye, Willie; it's a beau-
tifu' beginning, and it wull, I'm sure, hae
a braw ending." "It's cauld iron, Jeanie,
woman," said the smith, "but it wull melt and
come a' richt."
THE FLOWERS OF PARADISE.
Rev. Dr. Thomas Guthrie, Edinburgh.
Heaven is greatly made up of little chil-
dren,— sweet buds that have never blown, or
which Death has plucked from a mother's
bosom to lay on his own cold breast, just when
they were expanding, flower-like, from the
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sheath, and opening their engaging beauties
in the budding time and spring of Hfe. " Of
such is the kingdom of heaven." How sooth-
ing these words by the cradle of a dying infant !
They fall like balm drops on ' our bleeding
heart, when we watch the ebbing of that young
life, as wave after wave breaks feebler, and
the sinking breath gets lower and lower, till
with a gentle sigh, and a passing quiver of the
lip, our sweet child leaves its body lying like
an angel asleep, and ascends to the beatitudes
of heaven and the bosom of its God. Perhaps
God does with His heavenly garden as we do
with our own. He may chiefly stock it from
the nurseries, and select for transplanting
what is yet in its young and tender age, —
flowers before they have bloomed, and trees
ere they begin to bear.
THE INTELLIGENCE OF A GLORIFIED INFANT.
Rev. Dr. Alexander Fletcher, London.
Has it never struck you, my friend, the glo-
rious change which is effected upon the mind
of an infant, the moment its disembodied spirit
is admitted among the holy and intelligent cit-
izens of the new Jerusalem? I have often
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thought of it with surprise and dehght. In
one instant, there is a greater influx, a greater
communication of Hght into its glorified under-
standing, than all the accumulated light which
glowed with splendor for many years, in the
mind of the greatest philosopher, who has
added lustre to his country, to his species, to
the world. All the experienced Christians and
divines whom that dear babe has left behind
it, are as much behind it in the degree of their
knowledge, and in the enlargement of their
capacity, as they are behind it in place.
Heaven does not exceed this world more in its
grandeur and glory, than this glorified infant
does the greatest, the wisest, and the best of
human beings, living in this vale of tears. Oh,
how much this should reconcile pious parents
to the departure of their dear babes from a
world of ignorance and of suffering, to a land
of unclouded intelligence and unceasing en-
joyment.
HEAVENLY RELATIONSHIP.
Rev. p. B. Power, M.A. , Kent.
Remember, poor mourner, that the child
that hath left thy home hath found another
home. Thy little one is not homeless : doth
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not that thought in itself pour oil and balm
upon thy heart? Think no more of the isola-
tion and loneliness of the body's grave, but
think of the companionship and joyousness of
the spirit's home. Life, love, joy, warmth,
all cluster themselves about the name of home :
let them cluster in thy thoughts around thy
child who is at home. Oh, what loving care
and thoiight were spent upon thy little one !
and oh, bitter grief! thou canst spend them
now no more ; the departed one is out of the
reach of thy ministry ; that thou canst no
longer do any thing for it is part of thy bitter
woe. But think !
"Thy flower hath found a home with One,
Who well its value knows."
A voice softer than thine whispers to it, hands
more gentle than thine minister to it, eyes
more loving than thine look upon it ; if thou
lovest as a parent should love, be content to be
outdone ; thou art conquered in life's strife
only by beings of another world, and thy child
reapeth the victory of thy defeat ; thou wouldst
have done much for it had it lived, they do"
more now that it is dead ; thou wouldst have
set great price upon it had it tarried with thee
here, a price far greater still is set upon it by
Him that has taken it to Himself.
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THE FADED FLOWER.
Rev. John Jameson, Methven, Perthshire.
So quickly, so lightly, and so placidly passed
she, that ere we had the courage to think she
was going, already she was not. With all
the simplicity of an infant, she had said to her
mother, the day before she fell ill, that she
was going to die. Just as she was departing^
she revived for a moment, gathered strength,
and throwing one full look of kindness on her
trembling parent, breathed her last. " That
look," said her mother to me, " I can never for-
get ; that look was all the portion she had to
bequeath ; and that look now lifts me up."
There w^as something very fine in the scene.
Little Johnnie, heedless of his own grief, — and
he, too, had been crying bitterly, — when he
beheld his mother weeping, sprung to her,
clasped her in his arms, clapped her with all
his gentleness, and kissed the tears from her
cheeks.
This world of ours, my dear Mary, is just
a green-house, where there are flowers of
every standing. Those, generally, of a com-
moner and lowlier sort hang long, and from
month to month, unfading still, deal out, with
unchanging hue, their daily meed of fragrance,
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— it maybe, little felt and little noticed, but
still they are there. Those, again, of grander
flowering, with their bright and delicate and
sparkling beauty, which rivets our gaze, soon,
right soon, alas ! fade away. There is a
flower, they tell us, the most exquisite of all
that blossoms, which blooms during night, as
if day were too strong for the delicacy of its
sweetness. In such haste is it to be gone,
that in the self-same hour in which it opens
and spreads its loveliness, it sheds it, and its
leaf falls off. The gardener alone, curious
and deeply interested, who has sat up and
watched to see, has catched and felt the pleas-
ure of the passing sight. Your little Maggie
was such a flower. Why should we think it
strange when the flower is faded? "The spirit
of the Lord bloweth upon it." The flower
has lived its own, its appointed time ; and
could tarry no longer, by no means. A
child may cry when its lovely flower is gone ;
far otherwise the gardener himself, — he is
satisfied, nay, is quite delighted, that ever such
a flower was his.
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A HEBREW STORY.
Rev. Alex. B. Grosart, Blackburn.
I GATHER up what I havc submitted thus
far, by telling an old Hebrew story. Rabbi
Meir — so it runs — sat during the whole of
one Sabbath-day in the public school, and
instructed the people. During his absence
from home, his two boys, both of them of
uncommon beauty, died. His wife, their
mother, bore them to her chamber, laid them
upon the marriage-bed, and spread a white
covering over their bodies. Towards evening,
Rabbi Meir came home. " Where are my
beloved sons," he asked, " that I may give
them my blessing?" "They are gone to the
school," was the answer. " I repeatedly looked
round the school," he replied, "and I did not
see them there." She reached him a goblet ;
he praised the Lord at the going out of the
Sabbath, drank, and again asked, " Where
are my boys, that they may drink of the cup
of blessing? " " They will not be far off," she
said, and placed food before him, that he might
eat. He was in a gladsome and genial mood ;
and when he had said grace after the meal,
she thus addressed him : " Rabbi, with thy
permission I would fain propose to thee one
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question." "Ask it then, my love ! " he replied.
"A few days ago, a person intrusted some jewels
to my custody, and now he demands them
again : should I give them back again? " "This
is a question," said Rabbi Meir, " which my wife
should not have thought it necessary to ask.
What ! wouldst thou hesitate or be reluctant to
restore to every one his own?" "No," she
replied, "but yet I thought it best not to restore
them without acquainting thee therewith." She
then led him to their chamber, and, stepping
to the bed, took the white covering from their
bodies. " Ah ! my boys, my boys ! " thus
loudly lamented the father; "my boys! the
light of mine eyes ! " The mother turned
away and wept. At length she took her hus-
band by the hand, and said, " Rabbi, didst
thou not teach me that we must not be reluc-
tant to restore that which was intrusted to our
keeping? See, the Lord gave, the Lord hath
taken away, and blessed be the name of the
Lord ! " " Blessed be the name of the Lord ! "
answered Rabbi Meir. It is well for bereaved
parents to say, with Rabbi Meir, under their
loss, " Blessed be the name of the Lord."
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THE LILIES GATHERED.
Rev. Ebenezer Erskine, Stirling.
Upon the 7th day of December, my dear,
sweet, and pleasant child, Isabel Erskine, died.
I got freedom during her sickness, particularly
the same forenoon, before she died, to present
her before the Lord, and to plead His covenant
on her behalf. The Lord enabled me to quit
her freely to Him, on this account, that He had
a far better title to her than L She was mine,
only as her earthly father, she is His by
creation, preservation, by dedication to Him in
baptism, and His also, I hope, by covenant
and redemption, and therefore, I am persuaded,
she is now His by glorification ; and that she is
with the Lord Jesus, and with her dear mother,
triumphing with God in glor}^ I had a par-
ticular affection for the child, and doted but
too much upon her, because she was the
likest her mother of any of the children, both
as to her countenance and humor. But I see
that the Lord will not allow me to have any
idols, but will have the whole of my heart to
Himself. And, Lord, let it be so ! Amen,
and amen. She died pleasantly, without any
visible pang or throe ; her soul, I hope, being
carried by angels into Abraham's bosom, and
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her body buried by her mother's side in her
brother's grave. I take it kindly that the Lord
comes to my family to gather lilies wherewith
to garnish the upper sanctuary ! " for of such is
the kingdom of heaven." And oh, it some-
times affords me a pleasing prospect, to think
I have so much -plenishing in heaven before
me ; and that, when I enter the gates of glory,
I shall not only be welcomed by the whole
general assembly of saints and angels, but that
my wife and four pleasant babes will, in a
particular manner, welcome me to those regions
of glory, and that I shall join in the hallelujahs
of the Higher House, which shall never have
an end.
CHILDREN BEFORE THE THRONE.
Rev. Thomas Boston, Ettrick.
I HAD your letter of May, 1726, with the
affecting account of your loss of a dear child.
I travelled that gloomy road six times, and
learned that God has other use for children
than our comfort, an use far more honorable
and happy for them ; and the parents come to
see afterwards, that it is a peculiar kindness
to the poor babes they were so early carried
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off. It likewise serves to let into that Word
in particular, in its sweetness, " I will be thy
God, and the God of thy seed," while parents
are taken up for the salvation of their dying
little ones, and look about to see what the
Word says with relation to the case. Oh, do not
grudge the freedom the Lord has used with
you, in pitching upon a precious thing for Him-
self, and taking it away. Both of you have
offered your all to the Lord ; and though,
when it comes to the pinch, the heart is ready
to misgive ; yet in calm blood I am sure you
will stand to the bargain, and check yourselves
for any semblance of repenting. The next
time you see your child, you will see him shin-
ing white in glory, having been washed in the
blood of the Lamb, who was an infant, a child,
a boy, a a outh, as well as a grown man ;
because He became a Saviour of infants and
little children, as well as of persons come at
age.
THE GRAVE A WARDROBE.
Matthew Henry.
Blessed be God for the covenant of grace
with me and mine, it is well oi'dered in all
things and- sure. Oh that I could learn to com-
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fort others with the same comforts with which,
I trust, I am comforted of my God ! This
comes near, but, O Lord, I submit ! I am much
refreshed with 2 Kings iv. 26. "Is it well
with thee ? is it well with thy husband ? is it-
well with the child ? and she answered. It is
well." Although I part with so dear a child,
yet I have no reason to say otherwise but that
it is well with us, and well with the child, for
all is well that God doeth ; He performeth the
thing that He appointed for me, and His
appointment of this providence is in pursuance
of His appointment of me to glory, to make me
meet for it.
After the funeral he thus writes : " I have
been this day doing a work that I never did,
burying a child. A sad day's work ; but my
good friend Mr. Lawrence preached very sea-
sonably and excellently in the afternoon, from
Psalm xxxix. 9. ' I was dumb, I opened not
my mouth ; because Thou didst it.' My friends
testified their kindness by their presence.
Here is now a -pretty little garment laid up
in the zuardrobe of the grave, to be zvorn
again at the resurrection : Blessed be God for
this hope ! "
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THE BLOOM FALLING INTO CHRIST'S LAP.
Samuel Rutherford.
In a letter, dated St. Andrews, October, 1640,
on the death of a friend's child, Rutherford,
one of Scotland's most valiant witness-bearers,
thus tenderly writes : If our Lord hath taken
away your child, your lease of him is expired ;
and seeing Christ would want him no longer,
it is your part to hold your peace, and worship
and adore the sovereignty and liberty that the
Potter hath over the clay and pieces of clay-
nothings, that He gave life unto. And what
is man, to call and summon the Almighty to
his lower court down here ? For He giveth
account of none of His doings. And if you
will take a loan of a child, and give him back
again to our Lord, smiling as His borrowed
goods be returned to Him, believe he is not
gone away, but sent before ; and that the
change of the country should make you think,
he is not lost to you who is found to Christ ;
and that he is now before you, and that the
dead in Christ shall be raised again. A going-
down star is not annihilated, but shall appear
again. If he hath cast his bloom and flower,
the bloom is fallen in heaven in Christ's lap ;
and as he was lent awhile to time, so is he
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given now to eternity, which will take your-
self; and the difference of your shipping and
his to heaven and Christ's shore, the land of
life, is only in some few years, which weareth
ever}^ day shorter; and some short and soon
reckoned summers will give you a meeting with
him. But what — with hhn f Nay, with better
company : with the Chief and Leader of the
heavenly troops, that are riding on white
horses, that are triumphing in glory.
A BUD OF BEAUTY.
Rev. Robert Hall.
This eloquent divine, in speaking of the
death of his little boy, says, "God dries up the
channels, that you may be haply compelled to
plunge into an infinite ocean of happiness.
Blissful thought ! Father, mother, you who
mourn over the grave of your little one, look
up ! know that the chastening rod is in your
heavenly Father's hand, and that if He hath
taken away. He first did give, and He doeth
all things well. He gave you the bud of
beauty, and you centred your happiness in its
being. He saw that this was not for your
good, so He took away the child, whose pres-
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ence had been as a leaping, sparkling streamlet
to your heart's love, that that heart, which had
before tasted of earthly, might be lost in the
immensity of heavenly love.
It is a very solemn consideration, that a part
of myself is in eternity, in the presence, I trust,
of the Saviour. How awful will it be, should
the branch be saved and the stock perish !
VICTORY WITHOUT CONFLICT.
Rev. James Hervey, A.M.
Yonder white stone, emblem of the inno-
cence it covers, informs the beholder of one
who breathed out its tender soul almost in the
instant of receiving it. There the peaceful
infant, without so much as knowing what
labor and vexation mean, "lies still and is
quiet; it sleeps and is at rest." Staying only
to wash away its native impurity in the laver
of regeneration, it bade a speedy adieu to
time and terrestrial things. Happy voyager !
no sooner launched than arrived at the haven !
" Happy the babe, who, privileg'd by fate
To shorter labor, and a lighter weight,
Receiv'd but yesterday the gift of breath,
Order'd to-morrow to return to death."
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Consider this, ye mourning parents, and
dry up your tears. Why should you lament
that your little ones are crowned with victory
before the sword is drawn, or the conflict
begun. Perhaps the Supreme Disposer of
events foresaw some inevitable snare of temp-
tation forming, or some dreadful storm of
adversity impending. And why should you
be so dissatisfied with that kind precaution,
which housed your pleasant plant, and re-
moved into shelter a tender flower, before the
thunders roared, before the lightnings flew,
before the tempest poured its rage? Oh, re-
member ! they are not lost, but " taken away
from the evil to come."
THE FLOWER PLUCKED BY THE MASTER.
A gentleman's gardener had a darling
child, in whom his affections seemed to be
centred. The Lord laid His hand upon the
babe : it sickened and died. The father was
disconsolate, and murmured at the dealings of
Providence.
• The gardener had in one of his flower-beds
a favorite rose. It was the fairest flower he
had ever seen on the tree, and he daily marked
its growing beauty, intending, when it was
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full blown, to send it to his master's mansion.
One morning it was gone : some one had
plucked it. Mortified at what he thought was
the improper conduct of one of the servants,
he endeavored to find out the culprit. He
was, however, much surprised to find that it
was his master, who, on walking through the
garden, had been attracted by the beauty of
the rose, and, plucking it, had carried it to
one of the beautiful rooms in the hall. The
gardener's anger was changed into pleasure.
He felt reconciled when he heard that his
master had thought the flower worthy of such
special notice.
"Ah, Richard !" said the gentleman, " you
can gladly give up the rose, because I thought
it worthy of a place in my house. And will
you repine because your heavenly Father has
thought wise to remove your child from a
world of sin, to be with Himself in heaven?"
THE CROWN OF LIFE.
Rev. Richard Cecil.
I PERCEIVE I did not know how much my
life was bound up in the life of a creature.
When she went, nothing seemed left me ; one
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is not, and the rest seem a few thin and scat-
tered remains. And yet how much better for
my lamb to be suddenly housed, to slip unex-
pectedly into the fold to which I was conduct-
ing her, than remain exposed here ; perhaps
become a victim. I cried, "O Lord, spare
my child ! " He did ; but not as I meant ; He
snatched it from danger, and took it to His
own home. — Part of myself is already gone
to Thee : help what remains to follow !
He who removed our infant has seemed to
say, "What I do thou knowest not now, but
thou shalt know hereafter ; patiently suffer this
little one to come unto me, for of such is my
kingdom composed. Verily, I say unto you,
their angels do always behold the face of my
Father. If I take away your child, I take it
away to Myself." Is not this infinitely beyond
any thing you could do for it? Could you say
to it, if it had lived, thou shalt " weep no more,
the days of thy mourning are ended"? Could
you show it any thing in' this world like " the
glory of God and of the Lamb"? Could you
raise it to any honor here like " receiving a
crown of life " ?
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GONE TO SLEEP.
Archbishop Leighton.
Indeed, it was a sharp stroke of a pen that
told me your pretty Johnny was dead. Sweet
thing! and is he so quickly laid asleep?
Happy he ! Though we shall have no more
the pleasure of his lisping and laughing, he
shall have no more the pain of crying, nor
being sick, nor of dying ; and hath wholly
escaped the troubles of schooling, and all
other sufferings of boys, and the riper and
deeper griefs of riper years ; this poor life
being all along nothing but a linked chain of
many sorrows and many deaths. Tell my
dear sister she is now much more akin to the
other world ; and this will be quickly passed
by us all. John has but gone an hour or two
sooner to bed, as children used to do, and we
are undressing to follow. And the more we
put off the love of this present world, and all
things superfluous beforehand, we shall have
the less to do when we lie down.
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THE GLORY OF DEPARTED INFANTS.
(From the Edinburgh Christian Instructor,
Dec. 1817.)
There is scarce a dwelling into which we
can enter, but if we speak of the death of
children, the starting tear will tell us that from
it some are gone, that the flower of beauty
opened but to perish, and that the heart doted
on it only to bleed in disappointment and
sorrow. " Thus saith the Lord, Refrain thy
voice from weeping, and thine eyes from tears ;
for thy work shall be rewarded, saith the Lord,
and thy children shall come again from the
land of the enemy." (Jer. xxxi. 16.)
You are saying, " Had my children glorified
God, this might be expected ; I might have
hope for their resurrection had that tongue
sung his praise, and these hands been lifted
up in His name ; " but in them He has been
honored, though you have neither seen nor
known it ; and it will be more gratifying to His
benevolence to restore them to you than to
grant them at first. He who would not permit
the disciples to keep back infants from His
arms, will not suffer death to detain in the
grave the babes He has destined for His
bosom. To rescue them He will be the plague
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of death and the destruction of the grave, and
they who sung not this song before they went
to it, shall exclaim as they rise, "O grave,
where is !hy victory ! " But is this all the
triumph of departed infants over the last enemy,
and him that had the power of death? The
spirit, soaring to glory, is n^ore than a con-
queror. The lisping babe has been qualified
for the song of the Lamb, and from the melody
that soothed it to rest, it is gone to those
anthems of the blessed, in which it will bear
its part in ever-living rapture. Satan hath
exulted in the blasted beauty and the early
graves of infants, but God has confounded his
boastings by clothing them with immortality
and perfection, and by raising them to fairer
loveliness and sweeter felicity than earth can
admit of. The flower, over which the wind
passed, is blossoming in heaven in fragrance
and beauty, which the fondest workings of
fancy could not conceive, and surely it is safer
there than under this inclement sky. Thy
babe is reposing in the arms of infinite love ;
Jesus rejoices in its opening excellences, and
so mayest thou in faith and hope. The early
death of infants has suggested to the heart
sunk in despair, as well as raised from the lips
of the caviller the expostulation, "Why hath
God made any of His creatures in vain?"
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But in their translation to glory, this dark
dispensation is cleared up, and the merits of
the second Adam are delightfully illustrated.
THE
CROWN WITHOUT THE CONFLICT,
MUSINGS ON THE DEATH OF CHILDREN.
Rev. R. H. Lundie.
A N investigator of pedigrees was searching
•^^^- in a midland county of England, for any
traces that might still be found of an old family
of the district. He went to the records of the
church, but their name was not there, it had
perished. He repaired to the supposed site of
their ancient hall. Not a stone remained to
tell its place. Disappointed in these attempts,
he accosted an aged peasant : " Do you know
any thing of the Findernes?"
"Findernes?" was the reply. "We have
no Findernes here, but we have Findernes'
flowers."
Here was a clew. The old man led the
way to a field where there were traces of an
ancient terrace.
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" There," said he, pointing to a bank of
garden-flowers grown wild, " there are Fin-
dernes' flowers, brought by Sir Geoffrey from
the Holy Land; and, do what we will, they
will never die."
There are those who will read these lines
that can go back ten, twenty, forty years, and
recall the time when a child was taken from
them. It has left no record in the annals
of the world ; no more mark than the shining
pebble that is thrown into the river, when the
waters close over it for ever. Is there, then,
no trace to be found beneath the heavens
of that loved one? Go, ask the mother bereaved
so long ago. There, in the old garden of a
heart overgrown with many experiences, and
shaded with many a sombre spray of ivy,
and many a weeping branch of cypress,
flourish still the old memories of that cherished
child. His winsome ways, his pleasant prattle,
his sunny smile, his look of love, are all
remembered still. These flowers of memory
bloom as fresh as on the day after the little one
was gathered home. The snows of winter
may have fallen thick upon that mother's head,
but touch the old chord, and it will vibrate true
and tender as ever. Encourage her to speak
upon this theme, and she will pour forth her
recollections of her lost one, and will narrate
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to you the incidents of his sickness and his
death with a minuteness and detail that will
astonish any one who has not had or lost a
child. We lately met a mother whose boy
was taken from her more than thirty years
ago, who told us, as the tear rose to her eye,
that when she is looking after the affairs of her
household, she sometimes comes upon his toys,
and never without a flood of tenderest memories
filling her heart.
We train our children ; but it is no less true
that our children train us. They are meant
by God as a means and occasion of much
discipline for heaven. How they call out our
purest and most unselfish affections ! what new
tenderness they pour into our hearts ! how they
humanize and soften the roughest nature !
And when taken from us, are they not like
magnets to draw our hearts to the things that
are above? There are fathers and mothers
who seem to see, when they look up into the
deep blue of heaven, a dimpled hand that
beckons to them, and to hear a silver voice
that whispers from the skies, " Come up higher."
To very many, the theme of which we have to
speak — the removal of children — cannot be
out of season.
And, first of all, the parent wishes to be
satisfied on this point. Does God love my
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children ? Does He love them ? Ask it father,
ask it mother, of thine own heart. Dost thou
love thy child ? Ay, with a love that is stronger
than death. And whence springs that parental
love of thine? Is it of earth or of heaven?
Is it not a rill, a tiny one, from the great
fountain of perennial love in the heart of the
Father of us all ? It was He that taught thee
how to love thy child.
See how tender was His care for the six
score thousand persons in Nineveh who could
not discern between their right hand and their
left hand, and for whose sake, in great part,
the city was spared.
There was a babe once, in the old land of
Canaan, born in the village of Bethlehem, and
cradled in a manger there. Did the eye of the
great Father look upon that babe, and does
He not know how to love a human child !
And mark how the Son of God loves chil-
dren. Parents bring their infants to Him that
He may touch them. His disciples resent the
intrusion, and rebuke them. But Jesus called
them unto Him, and said, " Suffer the little
children to come unto me, and forbid them
not : for of such is the kingdom of God." Jesus
values them more justly and more fully than
his own disciples did. He appreciates their
infant immortality. He listens to their lisped
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praise. How many an infant voice has learned
to say, with childlike trust, these gracious
words : " Suffer little children to come unto
me." When they so speak, the Master knows
that they cannot understand like men : He
knows, also, that they can trust better than
men. It is with the little child as with the
sinner rescued when his head is hoary, — he
can be saved in no other way but through the
cleansing blood of Christ.
A fully developed faith is not possible in
an undeveloped child. And while faith, as
the means of connecting the sinner with the
Saviour, is the indispensable condition of
entrance into heaven with those to whom faith
is a possibility, it is not, it cannot be, with
those in w^hose breasts, from the nature of the
case, faith cannot dwell. Else were the remedy
inadequate to the disease, else were the plaster
smaller than the wound, else it is no longer
true, that " where sin abounded, grace did
much more abound." We believe accordingly
that the population of heaven is very largely
made up of children. No small proportion
of the human family is cut off in infant years.
In reference to the children of the ungodly
dying in childhood. Scripture for wise reasons
has not broken silence, and however strong
the grounds of hope may seem to be, we will
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go no further than the record of the written
Word, — we, too, will keep silence. But as
regards the children of Christian parents cut
off in infancy, the same infallible Word does
warrant us to speak with confidence. The}''
are born within the covenant : they are within
the covenant when they die. " The promise
is to you and to your children." " It is not the
will of your Father which is in heaven, that
one of these little ones should perish."
But this leads us to our main inquiry : Is
the removal of our children by death consistent
with God's love of them and us ?
There are many mysteries on earth, and
few, w^e are free to confess, greater than the
sufterincrs and death of a child. The babe
that lies in pain in that little crib has never
sinned after the similitude of Adam's transgres-
sion, yet it suffers after the similitude of
Adam's suffering. It cries to you for help,
and you cannot give it. It has sought a
mother's aid in all its previous troubles, and
has never sought in vain. If a little advanced
beyond infancy, perhaps your dying child,
while he cries that mournful cry uttered by so
many since the days of the Shunammite's suf-
fering son, "My head, my head," plaintively
asks of you what will make him better. You
stand helpless beside the son of 3^our love.
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You would lay bare your own bosom to receive
the blow* that is aimed at him. You would
lay your own head on the pillow of death if he
might live. But it may not be. The last
enemy has his hands about your child ; and
your prayers, your tears, your silent agony,
cannot avail to ward off the fatal blow, for his
hour is come. We dare not say that no mys-
tery is here. But, believer, as you witness or
recall that scene, remember that " the wages of
sin is death." And though the sting of death is
taken away, the power of death must be felt
even by a child.
Yet tliere are comforts that gather round
this sad scene if you can compose your heart
to discern and to accept them.
I. To clear away a frequent and natural
delusion, we remark. Your sorrow is not ex-
ceptional. It is the common lot. Since Adam
lost his son, tens of thousands of his posterity
have mourned in like bereavement. But you
say, " My case is altogether peculiar ; no one
knows how much my child was to nie. Many
a father has lost his child, but has any lost
such a child as mine ? He met my heart's
deepest yearnings : he was balm to me in
sorrow, he was rest to me in weariness, he
was gladness to me always, and more than
that, I thought that in riis simplicity and light
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and love he was God's messenger to wean me
from the dross and earthiness of this» present
life." Well, well, thou woe-stricken parent,
we have no heart to debate these points
with thee. Weep on, it will do thee good
to weep. Thy child was much, was per-
haps every thing, to thee : so have other
bright and radiant children been to other
desolated hearts. Yet some cases may be
worse than thine. A friend just returned from
New York said to us the other day, " I was
arrested in a cemetery, when my eye was
scanning the records of the dead, by one
gravestone, on which was this inscription : —
" yohuy Mary, William, Ellen, yane*
Our alir
Not another word was added ; not another
word could have strengthened that silent tes-
timony to the agony of broken hearts, and to
the chili that had fallen upon a family hearth
once warmed and brightened by the presence
and the joy of children. Mourner, is thy case
worse than this ?
2. A dying child may suffer, but he does
not sorrow. Often his sufferings are less than
they seem to us, and especially in the terrible
heavings and agonies of the last conflict the
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subduing influence of weakness, and the sub-
siding of consciousness, may make it lighter
for our child to endure than for us to witness
his struggles ; as if the sufferings of a child
were meant mainly for the heart of his parent.
But even where the suffering of the child is
great, there is no sting in it. There are no
regrets about the past, there are no anxieties
about the future. There is only present pain.
Contrast this with the death-beds of men and
women. Go to the chamber where a wicked
man lies dying : his body may be in agony,
but is that the worst part of his sufferings?
We have heard such a one, awakened to a
sense of his soul's peril on the brink of eter-
nity, cr}' out, " Every limb of my body is in
agony, but it is not that which disturbs me ;
my soul, my undying soul, what is to become
of my soul ? " Or if the comparison is held
more legitimate, go to the death-bed of a good
man, and how often will you find that there
are unutterable regrets in his heart for the loss
of opportunities of serving liis Master and his
generation : how often, too, in the hour and the
power of darkness has even the holiest man,
as he draws near to the valley of the shadow
of death, visitings of doubt and dark moments
of fear ? Bereaved parent, thy dying child
had none. He heard the soothing accents of
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a mother's lullaby, he felt the soft pressure of a
mother's hand, and though his body was in pain,
his heart was all at peace. He trusted while
he lived, and when he died he trusted still.
3. The departed child of the Christian pa-
rent is safe. He is folded by the Good Shep-
herd where there are no perils to encounter.
On this thought, from week to week, and from
year to year, you will find your heart dwell
with increasing thankfulness. Conflicts he
shall never know ; temptations are all left
behind ; a tear shall dim his eye no more.
His brief, bright life, you may perhaps be able
to say, was an unclouded one. He never felt
a storm but the storm which wafted him to
heaven. I thought, indeed, to watch the un-
folding of that bud so full of promise ; how ten-
derly and lovingly should I have guarded it
as it disclosed new beauties every day but —
Ay, there is a but ! But if he had lived he
might have survived his father and his mother,
and he might have fallen into hands less ten-
der. In boyhood he might have become the
companion of the careless and the wicked.
He might — who knows but he might ? — have
made shipwreck of his faith. All that might
have been ; but he is safe : his little bark is
moored in the haven where no tempest blows.
So grief mellows into gratitude.
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And is there not deep cause for gratitude?
Your child, through the Lord Jesus Christ,
has won the victory without having ever drawn
the sword, has put on the crown although
he has never borne the cross. May it not be
as a mark of peculiar favor and a special fruit
of the Saviour's atoning work that your little
one has reached such blessedness so easily
and so soon?
King David had a son who grew up to man-
hood, beautiful in person, wmning in manners,
the favorite of the people and the pride of his
father's heart. But gifted in mind and comely'
in form, his talents were his snare, for his
heart w^as not right with God. That which
had seemed to the rejoicing father so beauti-
ful in the opening mind of Absalom the boy,
became in Absalom the man, the occasion of
the bitterest anguish of that father's heart.
In the prime of his days and the pride of his
rebellion, Absalom was cut oft\ Though a
rebel, he was yet a son, and David mourned
over him as such a father will ever mourn
over a loved and lost one. "The king was
much moved, and went up to the chamber
over the gate and wept ; and as he went thus,
he said, O my son, Absalom, my son, my son
Absalom ! would God I had died for thee, O
Absalom, my son, my son ! "
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King David had another son, a little child.
"And the Lord struck the child that Uriah's
wife bare unto David, and it was very sick"
..." and it came to pass on the seventh day
that the child died." David mourned for that
son also, but with what different feelings in
his heart! "Can I bring him back again? I
shall go to him, but he shall not return to me."
There is firm faith as well as sore sorrow in
his mourning for his child. " I shall go to
him," he says. But no such ray of hope
strikes across his darkened spirit when he
weeps for his lost Absalom with the cry of
blank and utter sorrow, "O Absalom, my son,
my son." Say, bereaved parent, who weepest
for thy child and wilt not be comforted, which
was best for David, Absalom spared to the
beauty of his mature manhood, or his child
snatched from his straining grasp in infancy?
We do not say that such was God's reason
for dealing with you as He has done, but it
may have been. God has His reasons, though
He does not tell them all to you. Enough for
you that it is your God whb has done this
thing. Your child has gone to rest for the
night. You enter his chamber : he starts,
and is afraid. The room is all in darkness,
and he cannot see you : but you speak to him.
You do not tell him why 3'ou are there, but
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it \^ you7' voice he hears. His father is beside
him ; it is enough. He turns upon his pillow,
and he sleeps again. In your own night of
weeping, listen, and you will hear your
Father's voice, not unriddling for you the
mystery that perplexes you, but saying only,
"It is I, be not afraid." And when thou
knowest it is He, wilt thou not in the darkness
trust thy Father as thy child trusts thee ?
You tremble, you struggle when the child
you love is snatched out of your embrace by
an unseen hand ; but tremble not. He who
takes him into His arm^s knows what it is for
you to let him out of yozir arms. You are
yourself reconciled to God by the blood of His
Son. Like Abraham, you are a friend of
God. And just as you are kind, not only to
your friend, but to his children for his sake,
so is God kind, not only to you, but to your
children. It was, perhaps, the fruit and evi-
dence of that kindness that the little one you
mourn has been better provided for above,
than you could have provided for him here.
The Lord chose to have your child beside
Himself. And you have done the same thing
when your children were absent from their
home. You wearied for them ; you sent for
them ; you brought them home again ; you
must have them with you. The Saviour feels
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thus toward his absent children : " Father, I
will that they also whom thou hast given me
be with me where I am." What, then, do you
complain of ? He has called your little one
home ; your little one, and His little one. For,
let it not be forgotten that though he is your
child, he is God's child still more than yours.
He is yours but by descent : he is God's by
creation and by redemption.
You will learn, ere long, to look on it as a
high honor that your child has been sent for
by the Heavenly King. When the youthful
shepherd of Bethlehem was sent for, to the
court of King Saul to play before him on the
harp, did his father Jesse hold back the boy?
did he refuse to let him go? And if a higher
King has need of your son or of your dayghter
in the courts of heaven, would you refuse the
King's demand?
We may gather that children are wanted
in the worship of heaven, from the fact that
children bear an accepted part in the worship
of earth. Under the old dispensation, "the
little ones" are present with the captains of
the tribes, the elders, the people and the stran-
gers, to enter into covenant with the Lord
their God. (Deut. xxix. 10-13.) The
prophet Joel, in the name of the Lord thus
speaks: "Blow the trumpet in Zion, sanctify
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a fast, call a solemn assembly ; gather the
people, sanctify the congregation, assemble
the elders, gather the children, and those that
suck the breasts,'' when the priests were to
weep between the porch and the altar, and to
cr}^ " Spare thy people, O Lord." (Joel ii.
15-17.) It was the Loin's choice that the
treble of infant voices should mingle with the
wail of the men and the women of Israel.
Among the great multitude who serve him day
and night in his temple, God may have need
of infant voices : perhaps the joyous voice you
loved to hear is wanted there : an infant harp
waits for an infant hand to strike it. Father,
mother, if it be thy infant, say, wilt thou re-
fuse?
4. As the magnet is to steel, so is a child in
heaven to a parent on earth. Nothing brings
us into closer contact with God than His taking
sole charge of our child. We are its parents
still, but we cannot control, we cannot guide,
it now. For the purposes of protection and of
training, God is its sole father.
You loved heaven before, but your stake in
it is deeper now, and your love for it is greater.
Perhaps you have a son whose lot is cast in a
distant land, about which you knew and cared
but little before he went to it. His home is
now, let us suppose, in Queensland. A sud-
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den interest is awakened in your breast about
that land. What you read in reference to it
you retain. And if you meet with any one
who has been there, how eagerly do you
question him about it. You have another
child whose lot is cast in a still more distant
land. The Lord h%s taken him to the land
of promise. From the day he left you, what
a quickened desire you have had to learn
about that land ! What are the mansions which
my child inhabits ; who are his companions ;
what is their employment; and, above all,
what is the way to that better country ?
If you have not known the way before, oi
knowing have not walked in it, the cause
perhaps is not obscure, as regards your own
soul, why your child has been taken thither
before you. I have known the shepherd when
he failed to guide the sheep as he desired, take
up her bleating lamb in his arms, and then
with quick step the mother followed. I have
known the Shepherd and Bishop of our souls
try many plans to make a father and a mother
enter the strait gate and walk in the narrow
way. Prosperity was sent, and they forgot
God : adversity followed, and they murmured
that God had forgotten them. The discipline
of joy and of sorrow seemed alike ineffectual.
At last, the Shepherd gendy laid His hand
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upon a lamb of their little flock ; I noticed that
It was the brightest and the rriost cherished of
them all. The parents struggled, but they
could not keep their lamb. The Shepherd
claimed it, gathered it in his arms, and
passed it through the gate of Zion. Then
first the parents learned to look on that land
as their home, and to seek that He who had
folded their little lamb should be their Shep-
herd too.
5. This cause of sorrow for your child can
never return. Sickness from which you re-
cover may leave behind it a tendency to
relapse. But not death. That is endured
once for all. " It is appointed unto men once
to die." Your son, your daughter, has got
through it, and it is not to be done again. You
would not dare to bring your child back again
if you could. And in your deepest grief you
feel it far better to have had and parted wath
him for a time, than never to have had him for
your own. You bless God that He lent him
to you for a season. We can add but one
other topic for the consideration of the be-
reaved parent : —
6. Your sorrow has taught you to sympa-
thize as you never could before. When others
suffered as you now suffer, the time was when
their trial made no deep impression upon your
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heart. But now you will never be heard to
say, "It is but. a child." A door of entrance
is opened for you to sorrowing hearts. You
find yourself linked in a blessed companion-
ship with those who, like yourself, have chil-
dren in heaven. Taught in God's own school,
you have learned, with a power that is amazing
to yourself, to comfort those that are in trouble
with. the comfort wherewith you yourself are
comforted of God. You had been saying, as
Lamech said of Noah, "This child shall com-
fort us;" while God was saying, "You shall
comfort others," being yourselves comforted
with the comfort not of a living child on earth,
but of a glorified child in heaven. Thus you
may be a more useful if a sadder man, because
your child is taken from you ; and usefulness,
not pleasure, is what God's people are to labor
for on earth.
You have meditated on all these themes of
consolation and on many more. You have
realized the honor conferred upon you of hav-
ing a ransomed child in heaven. And while
the heathen, who was told that his son was
dead, could say, "I knew that my son was
mortal," you are able to say, "I know that my
son is immortal." Nevertheless, there are
times when your sorrow seems stronger than
your solace, and your feebleness seems greater
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than your faith, and your lonely heart will
only cry, " My child, my child ! " You, though
a father, have yourself a Father, who taught
you to love that child with such a love. He
knows how you miss and mourn him, and if
you lean on Him, and look to Him, He will
surely bring you peace. Wait, mourning
parent, wait, and follow the voice of the lamb
as he is carried in the Shepherd's arms, and
you shall see your child again.
Finally, bereaved parent, thou mayest have
children living still. Let the memory of him
whose place is empty, when they gather round
thee, engage thee to give them each and to
give them wholly to the Lord. And thou,
parent, who hast never thus been tried, look
round upon thine unbroken band with rejoic-
ing, yet with trembling heart, and listen to the
voice that says to thee in reference to each one
of them, "Take this child and nurse it for
me." Dedicate him to the Lord; so if he
lives, it will be better for thee and for him.
Dedicate him to the Lord ; thy child may
die.
COMFORT FOR MOURNERS IN
GENERAL.
THE SAVIOUR'S SYMPATHY WITH THE •
AFFLICTED.
Rev. Dr. John Eadie, Glasgow.
TT is in the period of suffering and bereave
-*- ment that the soul is brought into nearer
contact with God, and knows Him, not from
what it beheves, but from what it enjoys, — not
from what it has been taught, but from what it
has experienced. We are all aware that our
Lord is named the "Man of Sorrows," and we
are taught that He is " touched with the feeling
of our infirmities ; " but we do not adequately
comprehend the truth, till, under the pressure
of infirmity, we enjoy His sympathy ; and
then we can say, Now we know it, for we
have felt it. There is truly a sublime mean-
ing in the words which He spoke to Martha,
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" I am the Resurrection and the Life ; " but
only those circumstanced as she was — the
grave having closed over her brother — can
really enter into their nobility and triumph.
He who has never felt the pang or desolation
of bereavement — whose heart has never been
pierced by the barbed and mortal shaft — who
has never gazed on the corpse of parent,
brother, or child, and seen it closed up from
view — w^ho has never made one of the group
of weeping mourners that stand, in inexpress-
ible solemnity, by the grave, and feel a sad
sinking of heart as they leave behind them, in
dust and darkness, that form which they shall,
not see again till Christ descend and the
trumpet sound — such a scathless and untried
believer cannot, though he would, unfold to
himself the sweetness and comfort of the say-
ing, " I am the Resurrection and the Life."
There is no Christian heart that does not hold
by the pledge, " My grace is sufficient for
thee ; " but it is only when " weakness " over-
powers it, that it can really find that His
"strength is made perfect." Without affliction,
the purest and closest knowledge of God could
never be acquired ; a veil would still seem to
lie upon Him. The glory that surrounds Him
might dazzle us ; but we should still be com-
parative strangers to the tenderness and love
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of His heart. Still at a distance from Him,
we would indeed trust Him ; but when He
lays His hand upon us and brings us nearer
Him, then do we acquaint ourselves with His
loving-kindness, no longer by report, but by
tasting it. You may have seen the solar beam
thrown back in yellow splendor from the crys-
tal rocks, as they glistened with gold, but now
you have found and gathered the precious ore.
It is one thing to admire the beauty of His
pavilion, and another thing to be in it; one
thing to know Him from what He has said,
and another to know Him in what He has
done. Surely experimental intimacy far excels
theoretic information ; but it is gained only in
the school of affliction.
Did, therefore, the friendship of Christ secure
us against suffering, it would shade from our
view these prime and happy lessons. But
Christ is anxious that we learn them, and
therefore, though he loves us. He permits us
to suffer, that we may yearn for a fuller sense
of His presence, and, penetrating into His
heart, know, because we feel, the love and
power of our Beloved and Friend.
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*'JESUS WEPT."
Rev. Dr. Eadie.
Marvellous spectacle ! Jesus wept, as the
mourners about him wept ! The sight of
such sorrow overpowered Him, and He could
not refrain. That was a true manhood, which
felt this touch of nature, and burst into -tears.
There was no Stoicism in His constitution.
There was no attempt to train down His sym-
pathies, and educate Himself to a hard and in-
human indifference. Neither was He ashamed
of His possession of our ordinary sensibilities.
He felt it no weakness to weep in public with
them that wept. So sinful did sin appear in
its penalty of death — so saddening was the
desolation which death had brought into that
happy home — so humbling was the picture of
Lazarus, alive and active but a few days
before, but now laid in the narrow vault, and
carefully concealed from view, that the Saviour
bowed to the stroke, and, under the impulse of
genuine sympathy, "Jesus wept." Perhaps
the prospect of His own death and entombment
rose up suddenly before Him, — the thought
that He should soon be as Lazarus now was, a
cold and inanimate corpse, with weeping
mourners making a similar procession to His
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tomb. And though He had but to take a
few steps more, and the greatest of His mira-
cles should be achieved, and he that was dead
should be raised, — so powerful and tender
were His mingled sensations that "Jesus
wept."
Shall we use the common term, and say that
He was "unmanned "? No. Such an epithet
originates in a grievous misinterpretation of
our nature. Is man to be denied the relief of
tears, and woman only to be so privileged?
Is it beneath his masculine robustness to show
a moistened eye? Is he to be a traitor to deep-
est and purest emotion, and to attempt to cau-
terize the fountain of tears? No. Christ, the
model of manhood, the mirror of all that was
noble and dignified, did not deny Himself the
relief; and shall men be looked upon as effemi-
nate, as falling from the dignity of their sex, if,
with emotions like Christ's, they shed tears like
Him ? No. Perish that dignity which would
aspire to a transcendental apathy that man was
not made for, and which Jesus despised ! The
tear is as genuine as the smile. He who would
do such violence to his nature, insults its
Creator, and would foolishly set himself above
the example of the Redeemer. Instead of
raising himself above humanit}^ he sinks
beneath its level. The brow that never wore
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a smile is not more unnatural than the eye that
never glistened with a tear.
Therefore do we vindicate for the afflicted
mourner the privilege of tears. You are not
giving way to sin, when you are giving way to
tears. Man is not disgracing his manhood,
nor woman showing herself to be but a woman,
when they weep under bereavement. Try not
to be above the Saviour. It is not sin to mourn,
but the sin is to murmur, — to fall into queru-
lous repining as if God had wronged you, and
it needed an effort on your part to forgive
Him. We are sure that Jesus harbored no
grudge of this nature against His Father in
heaven ; and yet He wept. To forbid tears is
to impose a cruel penance, — is to deny a lux-
ury to the mourner in which his Lord indulged.
O thou of the bruised heart ! when thuu goest
to the supulchre where the beloved dust is
garnered, weep, but not in dejection, — weep,
but repine not ; disturb not the unbidden tear,
as thou art in the place of burials. The dust
thou sorrowest over cannot indeed respond ;
but the time is coming when thy tears shall be
wiped away by the very hand that inflicted the
stroke. . . .
Whichever form of bereavement oppresses
you, oh, be comforted by the thought that
''Jesus wept ; " that He who so wept is still
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unchanged in nature ; that the heart which
was so troubled is as susceptible now as then,
and beats in unison and sympathy with you
under such trials and sorrows. What a com-
forter is the Elder Brother, who knows what it
is to be bereaved, and will, out of such experi-
ence, soothe and solace His people ! Nay,
more : for eighteen hundred years the Man
Jesus has been employed in binding up the
bleeding in heart, and healing all their wounds.
Every variety of grief He has dealt with, and
with every element and form of it He is per-
fectly famiHar. If there be power in human
sympathy to lighten the load of woe, oh, how
much more in the sympathy of Him who " bore
our griefs and carried our sorrows," — whose
words of comfort reach the heart, — who gives
Himself, to be loved in room of the object
taken away, — and gathers the departed into a
blessed company before the throne, with the
prospect of a happy and unclouded reunion !
Let the mourner never forget the image of
the weeping Saviour. Oh, how it will reas-
sure him, and fill him with unspeakable con-
solation ! Thou weepest, but "Jesus Wept ! "
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HOW TO SYMPATHIZE WITH MOURNERS.
Rev. Dr. Charles J. Vaughan, Vicar of Doncaster.
Sorrow is a great test of truth. Nothing
which has the slightest tinge of unreality,
whether in the form of exaggeration or of affec-
tation, has a chance of acceptance with persons
in deep trouble. There must be, as a first
condition, the recognition of the existence in
the sufferer's case of that which is hard to bear ;
and there must be, as a second condition, the
presentation of that which is perfectly support-
ing, because absolutely true, to meet it, if a
man would minister with any effect to one on
whom pain or loss, anxiety or desolation, has
laid a heavy hand. Too often there is an
attempt to ignore the sorrow ; to treat it as if it
were made too much of; almost to reprove it,
as if it were fanciful or voluntary. It is diffi-
cult for health and sickness, ease and distress, a
whole heart and a wounded heart, to meet and
sympathize : grief is suspicious of gladness,
and is slow to be persuaded that he who comes
to the house of mourning from the dwelling of
cheerfulness can bring with him a just appre-
ciation of the calamity which he seeks to soothe.
To be able to weef with them that iveef is a
necessary requisite in one who would be, in
the divine sense, a son of consolation.
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It is the first object of sorrow, if we recog-
nize in it any object at all, that it be felt. If
there is a remedial purpose in it, or if there is
even a chastening and a humble purpose in it,
this can only be answered by the entrance of
the pain itself into the very soul's soul. This
is what an inexperienced comforter will not
let it do. He acts, with his spiritual comfort,
just as he thinks it wrong and shocking for
another to act with his worldly comfort. He
counts it a great sin to drown sorrow by letting
in the din of the world upon it ; but does he
not himself seek to overbear sorrow in an op-
posite manner, by haste and precipitation in
administering the remedies of the Gospel?
Truths which will be valuable and efficacious
a month hence, may themselves be inopera-
tive and inaudible to-day. And the wise
physician, like Him whose hand is working
with him from above, will abide and watch his
time. He will be satisfied, in the first in-
stance, that the soul should lay itself low and
let the wave pass over it. Its foot must touch
the bottom of the deep waters before it can
safely rise again to their surface. All that
we can desire to hear from the rent heart, in
the first hours of anguish, is the simple confes-
sion, // is the Lord.
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*'THY WILL BE DONE."
Rev. Dr. Henry Alford, Dean of Canterbury.
I SUPPOSE, when we say every day, "Thy
will be done," in our Lord's prayer, we mean,
" Here I am, dispose of me as Thou wilt."
And doubtless such a general feeling is a good
and salutary one, an excellent introduction to
our daily duties and trials. It may be well,
however, to put it sometimes more to the test,
and question it somewhat more closely than
Christians usually do. Have we reflected,
when we ^thus say, that our heavenh^ Father's
will evidently is, that we should become
perfect, as our Saviour did, through suf-
fering? Have we made our account, that
health and strength, fortune and friends, are
all in His hand, suspended in the balance with
our eternal welfare? that our Father's care
over us is such, that if one of them is seen by
Him to outweigh and interfere with our soul's
health, He will surely interpose and take it
from us? Have we borne in mind, that the
very day, in whose opening hour we kneel in
our closets and say, "Thy will be done," may
see our whole life's bitterest and dreariest pas-
sage,— may behold us stricken down by our
Father's judgment, may make the strong man
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a miserable wreck, the rich man a poor bank-
rupt, the social man a solitary in the world's
wilderness? Do those whose souls are knit
in one by love's closest tie of God's own sanc-
tioning, reflect, when they say these words
together in the morning, that one may be taken
before the evening, and the other left, to try
how deep the resignation to God's will really
was? Does it ever cross the mother's mind, as
she teaches the blessed prayer to her babe,
fresh risen and bright in the morning, that
ere night His will may indeed be done upon
both, — that she may be striving to suffer it
on earth, while her darling is doing it in
heaven ? Far be it from me to dash or imbit-
ter the heart's joys, pure and holy like these.
But, O brethren, such thoughts as these will not
dash nor imbitter joy. Then it is imbittered,
^yhen the soul has made her nest and her home
here below, has gazed on her beloved object
insatiably, and never thought of God — has
used the world as if she possessed it — and
some hour when all is fair and serene, in the
midst of much treasure laid up for many
years, comes the fatal stroke, unlooked for,
unaccountable, irremediable. One such rec-
ord I have seen engraved on the tomb of
; a beloved child : " The miserable parents ven-
' tured their all on this frail bark, and the wreck
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was total." This, is bitterness indeed ; but to
see all our comforts coming day by day from
God's hand — to live in the continual conscious-
ness that He who to-day tries our gratitude
by giving them, may to-morrow try our faith
b}^ withdrawing them, — this is not to poison
joy, but to enhance it tenfold, — it is not to
blight the fair plant, but to give it strength
and endurance, so that it shall flourish not
only in the sunshine but in the storm ; not
only in the morn and promise of life, but
amidst disappointment and decay and death.
"Thy will be done." And what if that will
be not only afflictive, but dark and mysterious
also? What if God be pleased to wound just
where we believed we wanted cherishing?
What if to the weak and short-sighted eye of
sense He even seem as a tyrant, delighting in
doing us harm, striking us when w^e are down,
yea, forgetting His own promises and break-
ing His everlasting covenant? O brethren, I
know how hard it is in such cases to feel from
the heart this prayer, — how the words seem
almost to choke us in utterance, and the peti-
tion to be more than we ever can really ^attain
to. But let us not, for all that, relinquish
our trust in our Father's love and care of us.
What He does, we know not, we know not
now ; but we shall know hereafter. I remem- ^
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ber, on one of those glorious days of all but
cloudless sunshine, with which some of our
summers abound, passing in view of a well-
known line of bare and majestic downs, then
basking in the full beams of noon. But on
one face of the hill rested a mass of deep and
gloomy shadow. On searching for its cause,
I at length discovered one little speck of
cloud, bright as light, floating in the clear
blue above ; this it was which cast on the
hill-side that ample track of gloom. And
what I saw was an image of Christian sorrow.
Dark and cheerless often as it is, and unac-
countable as it passes over our earthly path,
in heaven its token shall be found ; and it
shall be known to have been but as a shadow
of His brightness, whose name is Love. In
this case too, then. His will be done ; rest in
the Lord, and He shall make it plain. It is
good to wait ; it lifts men above the world and
out of themselves, and they grow in the
knowledge of their Father and God, and
in ripeness for the day when He shall be
revealed.
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SORROW FOR THE DEAD.
Principal Tolloch, D.D., St. Andrews.
The New Testament teaches us to think of
our dead ones as "asleep." "Them also
which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him."
(i Thess. iv. 14.) They are gone from us,
but they rest in the Lord. And when they
awake, they will be still with Him. Why,
then, should we weep for those who, now
calmly resting in Christ, await a joyful resur-
rection ?
As " sleep is to waking, so is death to the
resurrection." It is the dawn of a resurrection
Morning which gives its full force to the im-
age. In death there is rest from care and
sorrow, and all the ills which make life pain-
ful ; and so far it is like to sleep, when we lie
down and put from us, in unconscious slum-
ber, the cares of the day, the sorrows that may
have vexed us, or other ills that may have
pained or wearied us. But it requires the
assurance of an awakening to complete the
analogy. It were little to say to men, as
Socrates said long ago, that death is a "great
gain," even if we only think of it as a "deep
sleep in which one has had no dream." In-
sensibility is better than pain or toil. But to
2i8 Comfort for Mourners in General,
the Christian the sleep of death is only the
prelude to a joyful day. The sleeper awakes
refreshed and strengthened to a " mightier
power of life." The believer sinks to rest in
the grave that he may rise again on the res-
urrection Morning in new and more glorious
being. " For if we believe that Jesus died and
rose again, even so them also which sleep in
Jesus will God bring with Him."
It was this view of death of which the
heathen knew nothing. They might think
of their dead ones as resting in the dust.
Their Philosophers might discourse of a
dreamless sleep ; and their Poets sing of a
long night of perpetual slumber towards which
they were hastening ; but they knew nothing
of the Morning that was to break on their long
sleep, of the Resurrection to which it was
destined. Even the ancient Hebrews saw this
but dimly, and therefore they cried, "The
living, the living, he shall praise Thee. For
the grave cannot praise Thee ; death cannot
celebrate Thee : they that go down into the
pit cannot hope for Thy truth." (Isaiah
xxxviii. 18-19.) "In death there is no re-
membrance of Thee : in the grave who shall
give Thee thanks?" (Ps. vi. 5.) "The
dead praise not the Lord, neither any that go
down into silence." (Ps. cxv. 17.) Prophet
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and Psalmist had at the best but a feeble hold
of the doctrine of Resurrection to Eternal Life.
They saw before them the darkness ; they
felt, with something of horror, the silence of
the tomb, but the eye of faith did not pierce
steadily beyond the voiceless gloom. Life
and immortality have only been brought
clearly to light in the Gospel, — in Him who
hath Himself risen "the first-fruits of them
that sleep." And hence, the Christian alone
looks with cheerful hopefulness in death.
Others may face it with steadfastness or calm :
he alone lies down to sleep in hope. Not
only without fear, but in joy he enters the
dark valley, and friends lay him in the nar-
row prison-house, "dust to dust, in the hope
of a joyful Resurrection." "For this corrup-
tible must put on incorruption, and this mortal
must put on immortality. . . . Then shall be
brought to pass the saying that is written :
Death is swallowed up in victory. O death,
where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy
victory? The sting of death is sin, and the
strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to
God, which giveth us the victory, through our
Lord Jesus Christ." (i Cor. xv. 53-57.)
It is this fact of Resurrection which leads
the apostle to say that we who remain alive
220 Comfort for Mourners in General,
Others which have no hope." (i Thess. iv.
13.) Why, indeed, should we thus sorrow,
who beheve that as "Jesus died and rose
again, even so them also who sleep in Jesus
will God bring with Him"? (i Thess. iv. 14.)
They who had no such faith, might well weep
as they buried their Dead out of sight and
knew not whether they should ever more see
the light of life. But why should we hope-
lessly weep for those who are resting with the
Lord, who have gone before to be for ever
with Him? Why, indeed, but for the faint-
ness of our hearts and the weakness of our
flesh? Let us sorrow rather for ourselves, that
our sight is so dim and our faith so dull —
that we are so little able to look beyond things
which are "seen and temporal" to those which
are "unseen and eternal." The Living,
rather than the Dead, may have a claim^ upon
our sorrowful regard. For the Dead have
gone beyond our anxiety. They have entered
into their rest. They are asleep in Jesus ;
while the living, who are around us, and with
us, may be wandering far away from Him,
may be wounding Him by their sins, may be
"crucifying Him afresh and putting Him to
an open shame." It is as if we were to weep
for the child resting in its father's bosom, shel-
tered in a happy home, rather than for the
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child who has gone astray in darkness, and \
cannot find its homeward way. It is as if we \
were to sorrow for the mariner who has found I y-
a safe harbor, and rests in peace, rather than | v.>
for the storm-tossed sailor in the open main, |
around whom the billows may be heaving |
high, and over whom the sky may be darken- j
ing to his doom. No, brethren, let us not
sorrow for those who are with God, safe in a
Father's house, sheltered in the haven of eter-
nal rest. But let us be anxious and careful
for the Living, that we may help them, and
guide them by God's blessing in a right way ;
and for ourselves, that we may "know the
things which belong unto our peace before
they are hid from our eyes."
*' HOW ARE THE DEAD RAISED UP, AND WITH
WHAT BODY DO THEY COME?"
Professor Islay Burns, D.D., Free Church
College, Glasgow.
"But how are the dead raised up, and with
what body do they come? " The question will
still recur, not on the suggestion only of a
wistful curiosity, but under the pressure of
those doubts which the physical difficulties
of the case now, as in the Apostle's days,
2 22 Com/or t for Mourners in G enteral,
awaken. How shall it be possible even for
Omnipotence itself to gather together again,
from the sepulchres of all the ages, the dust
of each of His' saints, so long since dissolved,
dispersed, blown about the world, mixed up
with other organisms, taken up into the very
blood and flesh of other animals and other
men, in the long succession of ages? How
shall each reclaim his own, when the same
substance, the same identical particles have
belonged successively to many? Can Omni-
potence itself overcome the natural impossi-
bility of the same atom being in two places
and forming a part of two distinct material
organisms, at once? Surely if the immortal
spirits of men are again to be invested with a
material form, it cannot be the same identical
body which they laid aside at death, and
which they left behind them in the grave.
The objection is specious, but not solid. It is
founded altogether, not on the difficulties of
the doctrine itself, but on an erroneous and
superficial understanding of the doctrine. The
identity of animal organisms is an identity,
not of particles, but of form and structure and
continuous sentient life. Even during our
present state of existence, while the organic
identity of our bodies remains, their material
substance is incessantly changing ; so that in
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the course of a ver}^ few years every single
atom of their present framework shall have
passed away and given place to others. Thus,
in this sense, the body of the child is different
from the body of the boy, and the body of the
boy from that of the man, and the substance
we take from our mother's womb is not the
same, but wholly other than that which we
shall lay in the tomb. It is not in this, then,
that our true identity consists, seeing that amid
all the incessant change that in this respect
takes place, that identity remains all the while
unaffected. There is no individuality in
atoms ; each one, so far as we know, is like
another, and can contribute nothing therefore
to the distinctive peculiarity or differentia of
the bodies which they compose. I am what I
am, not because I am composed of such and
such particles, but because out of such parti-
cles I have be^n moulded by the plastic hand
of God, into that distinctive form and type of
organic subsistence which belongs to me, as
an individual, and which is mine and not
another's. Even if, by a miracle, every atom
of my bodily substance were in an instant
eliminated and substituted by others, I would
siill remain, as to every thing which constitutes
my true identity, alike in body as in soul,
totally unchanged. In this sense, then, — that is
224 Comfort for Mourners in General,
to say, in the sense, not of an atomic, but of
an organic and vital identity, — the body of our
resurrection shall be the same with the body
of our burial. As the body of our birth is the
same with the body of our death, so shall be
the body of our death with the body of our
immortality. It will be changed, and yet the
same, — changed in its conditions, properties,
powers ; the same in individual form and type,
in its characteristic style and physiognomy, in
the proportion of its parts, and its special
adaptation to the uses of that one particular
soul to which it inalienably belongs ; so truly
the same that both we ourselves shall be sure
of it, and all w4io knew us before in the flesh
shall recognize and know us again. It will be
the same, though raised now to the full pre-
destined perfection of its nature, conformed to
its true ideal, even as its type was cast in the
eternal thought of God from the first, — bright,
beautiful, glorious, each according to its own
individual style and fashion of brightness,
beauty, glory, as every true work of God is
and must be. It was thus that the Apostle, in
his own grand way, solved the difficulty:
"Thou fool, that which thou sowest is not
quickened, except it die : and that which thou
sowest, thou sowest not that body that shall be,
but bare grain, it may chance of wheat, or of
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some other grain : But God giveth it a body
as it hath pleased Him ; and to every seed his
own body. ... So also is the resurrection of
the dead. It is .sown in corruption : it is
raised in incorrupt'on ; it is sown in dishonor :
it is raised in glory ; it is sown in weakness :
it is raised in power ; it is sown a natural
body : it is raised a spiritual body. ... So
when this corruptible shall have put on incor-
ruption, and this mortal shall have put on
immortality, then shall be brought to pass the
saying that is written, Death is swallowed up
in victory." (i Cor. xv. 36-54.)
Here, then, we must pause. With this
glimpse of the glory to be revealed, grand,
but undefined, we must rest satisfied. Other
questions manifold, and to the thoughtful spirit
of deepest interest, we might ask, but cannot
answer. What precisely shall be the new
conditions, capacities, powers of our resurrec-
tion life? In what respects shall it be the
same, and in what unlike our present earthly
state? What new avenues of knowledge shall
we possess, what new organs of perception,
what new spheres of activity, and springs of
enjoyment? Shall there be music, poetry, art,
science, deepening research, and advancing
knowledge of the works and ways of God, in
heaven, even as here? Where shall the final
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seat of the blessed be? or 'shall they be con-
fined, as now, to any exclusive spot, — to any
one single orb in the immensity of God's uni-
verse ; or shall they not rather roam at large
through all its wide domains, tread free and
unrestrained through all the streets of the
illimitable city of God? Shall we still, then
as now, only scan from afar, the course of the
planetary orbs, and the twinkle of the distant
Pleiades, or shall we be permitted to visit
them, and know all about them, and be at
home in them, as in so many chambers of the
one Father's house? In what form or stage
of their development shall the bodies of the
blessed rise, — as in youth, or in manhood, or
in ripe majestic age? Shall the child of this
world be still a child in heaven ; or expand
all at once in that wondrous transfiguration
moment, into the fulness of its stature and
■perfection of its powers? and shall the old
man be still an old man for ever ; or shall he
not rather, by that great regenerative baptism,
be brought back to all the freshness and
strength of his manly prime? Shall we, in
short, appear then, just as we were when death
took us ; and not rather as we were or might
have been, at our best? Shall the great Archi-
tect of that new creation realize the true and
perfect ideal of the life of His saints ; or the
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restoration only, though in a glorified state, of
their actual form here below ? We cannot tell.
We know not what we shall be. Enough,
that God knoweth, and that He planneth and
doeth all things well. Enough, that however
high our conceptions of the unseen world,
and sublime our aspirations in regard to it, it
will still be something higher and grander far
than we dream; for "eye hath not seen, nor
ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of
man, the things which God hath prepared for
them that love Him." Enough, that there
shall be a new heaven, and a new earth, and
that we shall be made perfectly meet to possess
and to enjoy it. Enough, and above all, that
Christ shall be there, and that "when He shall
appear, we shall be like Him ; for we shall see
Him as He is."
CHRIST'S DELAY TO INTERPOSE AGAINST
DEATH.
Rev. Dr. John Ker, Glasgow.
"Then when Mary was come where Jesus was, and saw
Him, she fell down at His feet, saying unto Him, Lord, if
Thou hadst been here, my brother had not died." —
John xi. 32.
Another reason why Christ permits death
is, that the sorrowing friends may lea?'n entire
2 28 Comfort for Mourners in General,
reliance on Him. It is a subject for study in
this chapter, how Christ leads on these sisters
from a dead brother to the Resurrection and
the Life, and teaches them through their loss
to gain what they never could lose any more.
Had He snatched Lazarus from the brink of
death, they would have trembled again at his
every sickness, but when they learn to find
their brother in Christ, they are secure of him
for ever, and the}^ discover in Christ Himself
more than their heart conceived, —
" One deep love doth supersede
All other, wh^n her ardent gaze
Roves from the living brother's face
And rests upon the Life indeed."
Christ separates our friends from us for a
while that we may learn to find our all in Him-
self. He makes their grave the seed-bed of
immortal hopes, which shall give us back
every thing that is good in the past, and a joy
with it like the joy of harvest. The expres-
sion of our resignation in bereavement is as
much a triumph of His grace as the calmness
He gives to our dying friends. When Martha
and Mary can still call Him ''Lord,'" and when
their " hope can smile on all other hopes gone
from them," — when they can clasp Christ as
their portion amid desolation around and
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within, — Christ Himself is justified in the per-
mission of death. . . .
We mention, as a last reason for Christ's
delay to interpose against death, that He brings
in thereby a grander final issue. Had He
come and arrested this sickness midway, or
raised Lazarus to life so soon as he died, the
gladness of the friends would not have been so
great, nor would his own triumph over death
have been so illustrious. But He patiently
waits his hour, while the mourners weep and
the scoffers scorn. Men must interpose when
they can, but the Son of God interposes when
He wills. The wisdom with which He chooses
his time makes his delay not callous nor cruel,
but considerate of our best interests in with-
holding for a while that He may bless us at
last with an overflowing hand. Could the
mourners see it as He does, they would will-
ingly acquiesce, and would go forth patiently
sowing in tears that they might have a more
abundant reaping-time of joy.
It is in this interval of delay that our life is
cast. The world is represented by this home
of Bethany before Christ reached the grave,
and all the phases of character, and all the
stages of Christ's progressive advance may be
seen in the hearts of men around us. But at
whatever step of his journey man's faith may
230 Comfort for Mourners in General.
discern Him, He is surely on His way. The
tide of eternal life is setting in toward the
world of graves, and its swell and its murmur
can be already perceived by all who have a
soul to feel the heaving of Christ's heart.
Amid the tears and sobs of the bereaved
friends, whose sorrows still touch Him, He
is moving to the sepulchre. His presence,
though unseen, can be heard and felt in whis-
pered consolations, — in the faith and hope
which His Spirit infuses into the soul. Those
who know Him for what He is, recognize a
Friend who weeps in sympathy with them,
and who walks by their side to the tomb which
His voice shall yet open. The delay seems
long, but He counts the hours as we do ; and
not for a single one will He linger beyond
what infinite wisdom sees fit. One result
of this delay shall be a grander final issue.
He permits His friends to descend with broken
ranks into the swellings of Jordan, but He will
lead them forth on the other side in one fully-
marshalled and bannered host. He puts the
jewels one by one into His crown within the
secret of His palace, that He may bring them
out at last resplendent and complete as a royal
diadem from the hand of His God. Patient
waiting shall have its full compensation on that
day, and divine delay justify itself before the
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universe in glorious and everlasting results.
Could we see to the end, it would reconcile us
even now. He discerns it for us, and with-
holds His hand from premature and imperfect
interference. After their burst of weeping,
He hushes the separate voices for a season in
the silence of death, till they can awake and sing
in full harmony, that their united praise may
still the enemy and the avenger, and be his
glory and their own joy for ever.
A LOVELY LIFE. — ITS CLOSING SCENE.
Rev. George Gilfillan, Dundee.
There was one event in my domestic history
at this time which cast a deep shadow on my
soul, and weakened me for the contest with my
spiritual foes. This was the death of a dear
little girl who was connected with me, and
whom I regarded as a daughter. I am guilty
of no conscious exaggeration when I call my
Agnes all that Mrs. Stowe has since represented
in Eva, — one of the rarest specimens of the
workmanship of Heaven. In her simple yet
profound nature was united a wisdom beyond
her years to the most bewitching artlessness.
Playful, yet serious; quick in feeling; buoy-
ant in sph-its ; fond of books and of solitude to
232 Comfort for Mourners in General,
a degree which is rarely to be found in one so
utterly a child ; affectionate and open-hearted,
she wielded a gentle fascination which was felt
beyond her own little circle, and attested by
the tears which the news of her loss drew from
many to whom she was but partially known.
Her face was one of those which, without
being perfectly regular in their beauty, win
their way still more beseechingly to the heart.
Its leading characters were transparent open-
ness,— every feature obeying the motions of the
mind within, promptly and fully as the wave
receives the sunbeam ; great flexibility and
intelligence of expression ; and that indescrib-
able something which naivete and heart unite
in stamping on the countenance. Her brow
was prominent, pale as marble, and nobly ex-
panded ; her eyes, —
" Oh, speak not of her eyes ! — thej were
Twin mirrors of the Scottish summer heaven ; "
her chin Grecian, as if chiselled by Phidias ;
her cheek, in exercise or emotion, often flush-
ing up through its paleness into a rich and rose-
ate hue ; her voice clear, sweet, none the less
for its Norland accent, and predicting a beauti-
ful singer ; and her step light, airy, and swift
as a " roe or a young hart upon the moun-
whooping-
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cough — changed her countenance, ere it sent
her away, spreading a fearful pallor over the
whole, protruding the fine eye into a stare of an-
guish, and choking up the music of her voice,
which, inarticulate, became unable to express
her thickening thoughts and wants ; but death
restored her to herself, and almost all her former
beauty clustered round her corpse. Death is
often a ghastly disguise, a dread mask, remind-
ing you of an ill-executed picture. But she was
so calmly beautiful, so spiritually still, so smil-
ingly radiant amidst her marble coldness, that
but for the heart-heard whisper — how stilly
low ! — "It is for ever," and the shudder spring-
ing from the touch of the icy brow, you would
have said, " The maid is not dead ; she only
sleepeth." Death seemed forced to smile out
the news of immortality from her dear cold coun-
tenance. It was solemn beyond expression to
see friend after friend coming in on tiptoe, rais-
ing the covering, looking and leaning over the
face, and with sighs or tears, or aspect of with-
ered unweeping woe, turning away. It was in-
expressibly touching, too, to see the immediate
relatives taking their last look ere the lid of
the coffin was closed, amid bursting sobs, and
all the other irrepressible signs of sorrow —
suddenly brought under the sense of an eternal
separation ; one parent the while looking not
234 Comfort fo7' Mour^iers in General.
— daring not to look — but 'patting the dear
brown head once more, and hurrying away.
In a sweet southerly side of the beautiful kirk-
yard of Fettercairn, beside the bones of her
grandfather (and now of her father, who loved
her so fondly) , under the clear blue sky of the
north, and in the expectation of the coming, to
this sunlit vale of tears, of Jesus Christ with
His holy angels, repose, and have for twenty-
five years reposed, the remains of one who
never gave a pang to a friend's heart, nor
armed with a rod a father's hand ; whose mem-
ory shall be cherished, and her sweetest name
repeated, and the spot where lies her virgin
dust visited and watered with tears, while
there lives one of those who really knew her,
or felt how insipid in comparison was all love
beside what she inspired — of one who in the
brief business of her existence exhibited the
affection of the amiable child, the ardor of the
docile scholar, the liveliness of the fearless
girl, and the graces of the saint sanctified from
the womb. She was my play-fellow when
cheerful, my comforter when sad ; her ardess
yet piercing prattle at once soothed and roused
my mind ; and assuredly, amid all the " cham-
bers of my imagery," I have never had an idol
like her, whose premature loss I continue bit-
terly, yet submissively, to deplore.
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Not so submissive were my feelings at the
time. How my heart bled, and what dark,
unhappy thoughts crossed my soul, as I saw
this good and beautiful young being writhing
in anguish, and weeping with her fearful pain,
till there came at last a wild and merciful de-
lirium, and gave her partial forgetfulness !
And it was not till I saw the child I loved so
dearly fairly committed to the grave, and had
leaned a long time in anguish over a tombstone
which was casting its shadow on the little
spot, and, looking up to the sun shining so
bright and cold in the spring sky, had said
within myself, as Scott cried at the burial of
one of his friends, "There shall be less sun-
shine for me henceforth," that tears came to
my relief, and a rainbow of resignation, if not
of hope, seemed to smile through these bitter
yet blessed tears.
—4 —
RESIGNATION TO THE DIVINE WILL.
Mrs. Janet Hamilton, Langloan, Coatbridge.
Not long since I paid a visit to a neighbor
of mine who had lately suffered som-e severe
domestic bereavements. She was lately the
mother of two sweet and amiable girls. She
never had any other children, and being on
the shady side of fifty herself, she had looked
236 Comfort for Mourners in General,
forward with hope to a time, when the infirm-
ities of old age would overtake her, to receive
from them that attention, help, and comfort
which their filial love and dutiful affection
seemed to warrant. But "God, who seeth not
as man seeth," and who often brings His own
people " through fire and water to a wealthy
place," saw fit to remove the green and tender
saplings ; thereby loosening the earth-bound
roots of the mother tree, though in the process
every fibre of her heart thrilled with agony at
the separation. And in this, her hour ot" bit-
ter trial, she was sometimes ready to say with
her Saviour in His agony, "Father, if it be
possible, let this cup pass from me," still she
was enabled to add, " not my will, but Thine be
done." This being the happy frame of this
mother's mind, she was enabled to bear up
under the heavy shock given to maternal love
and natural feeling by the sudden death of
her youngest daughter, who was cut oft' by
scarlatina, after a few days' illness. The
eldest, who had also been attacked by the
same disease, partially recovered, but, after
lingering for some months, followed her sis-
ter to the grave. It was about a week after
the interment that I paid the visit to the mother
I have already mentioned. I found her sit-
ting alone, and busy knitting. Some mourn-
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ers put away and hide from sight clothes,
books, toys, and every reHc of the beloved
dead. Not so Mrs. G. ; the work of the
e-ldest girl lay on the table, and the stools on
which the children used to sit still occupied
their respective places, and their scliQol-bags
still hung on their accustomed pegs. She
was pale and grave, but wore a look of patience
and resignation. When she saw me, she rose
and held out her hand ; and, although her
eyes filled and her lip quivered when she did
so, she soon recovered her composure. The
Bible of the eldest lay on the table before her.
It had been almost her sole companion since
her daughter's death, and the source from
which she had drawn comfort and resignation.
After a short pause, I said to her, " Margaret,
is it well with thee? is it well with the child?"
Without hesitation she replied, " It is well.
He hath done all things well, and I am re-
signed to His will." She then pointed to tlie
now open Bible before her. "See," she said,
^' that was my Elizabeth's Sunday school Bible,
and there are the texts chosen and marked
out by her, to prove the exercise given out by
her teacher for the coming Sunday — (the ex-
ercise was this, ' we should be resigned to the
will of God in all things') — but lijtle did she
or I think that we must prove it, not only l)y
238 Comfort for Mom-ners in General,
suitable Scripture proofs, but also by our own
resignation and submission to the will of God
in the heavy trial so near at hand. For, when
Sunday came, my Elizabeth lay on her death-
bed, and in the delirium of fever she constantly
repeated at intervals, in broken words, the
intended exercise, *We should be resigned to
the will of God in all things;' and blessed be
God, who enabled me, at each .unconscious
repetition of the exercise, to respond in my
heart to the precious sentence. She had a
conscious interval before death, during which
she several times expressed a wish to die and
to be with Jesus, and her last audible words
were the refrain of her favorite hymn, ^ O
Lamb of God, I come ! ' She fell asleep in
Jesus. And I have also a good hope, through
grace, for my dear little Janet. And though
I sit alone here I am not solitary, for God is
with me. And in this book (referring to her
daughter's Bible) my Elizabeth 'being dead
yet speaketh.' My daughters are gone to
God, but I have many other sources of conso-
lation ; for never now (it might have been so
had they lived) shall sin, sorrow, or shame
light upon them."
She ceased to speak ; and I found that she,
whom 1 came to comfort, had ministered both
comfort and instruction to myself.
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A WORD TO PARENTS.
Rev. Henry Allon, London.
What a deep religiousness appeals to us in
a child ! How simply it prays, how implicitly
it believes, how reverently it feels ! It has
to learn to disbelieve. What a lesson to our
hard, unspiritual, unbelieving nature is the
simple, pure, and beautiful religiousness of a
child. Thank God, our seared battered hearts
come day by day into contact with the gentle
innocence, purity, and love of children. Thank
God, we are all children before we are men
and women. Happy is he who is wise enough,
and humble enough, to learn the lessons that
his child teaches him.
No wonder that Christ himself takes a little
child and makes him the exemplar of his new
kingdom. While the worldly teacher of a
child is ever summoning him to manhood, the
spiritual teacher oi' a man is ever recalling
him to childhood. Christ bids us return to
the guileless consciousness, the pure feelings
of childhood. We must re-live our child-
life ; reproduce our child-consciousness ; realize
again the sinless and simple experience of
childhood ; become as we were when little
children, — humble, docile;, pure, believing,
240 Comfort for Mourners in General.
prayerful, or we shall be unable to "receive"
the kingdom of heaven, and unfitted to "enter'
therein.
It is but natural, therefore, that, in the
Bible, children should be represented as the
very choicest of God's gifts. They are God's
" heritage, " — that which He gives as our very
richest portion in life. How enthusiastically
the Bible always speaks of them as such !
We never meet with a dubious estimate of
them, with a faltering congratulation. Every-
where they are spoken of rapturously and
exultingly, as the very crown of earthly bless-
ings. Like all life, they come more directly
than other things from the hand of God him-
self. They are His precious gift. His " heri-
tage."
We do not always so conceive of them.
Pure, unselfish, and self-sacrificing as parental
love is, the holiest and most perfect of all
our human affections, — even it is capable of
being deteriorated by circumstances, corrupted
by wrong and sinful feeling. It is not every
parent that receives a child as God's "heri-
tage." A precious thing it may be to him, but
not a gift from God. Other feelings of joy it
may awaken, and yet not a feeling of religious
gratitude ; other obligations it may create, and
yet not the obligation to learn and to teach
Comfort for Mourners m General, 241
religious lessons. We may " take the child
and nurse it " for our own parental joy, — for
our social, or commercial, or ambitious pur-
poses,— and yet not "nurse it for God." Every
feeling of joy may be awakened by it except
religious joy ; every sense of obligation except
religious obligation. It ought to expel all self-
ishness, to purify and intensify conjugal love,
and to multiply it by a new affection ; and
yet selfishness may feel a child a restriction
upon social pleasure, a tax upon worldly gain.
It ought to inspire thoughtfulness and faith ; — •
it is an intrustment so high and holy, — a soul
to train for God, and heaven, and eternity; —
an intrustment accompanied by great promise,
connected with the highest joys and with
the greatest destinies ; — and yet the highest
thoughts and purposes inspired by it may be
selfish and earthly ; or, if pious feeling is
excited by it, it may be only misgiving and
fear, — an unbelieving, godless feeling, that,
almost as a matter of course, it will grow up
wicked, and need conversion in adult life.
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THESE LITTLE ONES.
Rev. J. Baldwin Brown, B.A., London.
These little ones ! Not angels, then ; but
nurslings of Christ. "Take it, and bring it
up for Me." I have no call to enter here into
curious doctrinal discussions as to the natural
estate of young children. Blessed be God,
their estate in Christ has become a spiritual
estate, and all their destiny has passed under
the rule of His redeeming love. ... I turn to
the God-man, who gathered the infants around
Him, and took them in His arms, and blessed
them, and said, " Suffer the little children to
come unto me, and forbid them not: for of
such is the kingdom of heaven.'' Gladder was
He, perhaps, at that moment, as the little ones
clustered round His knee and pressed to His
heart, than through His whole pilgrimage of
sorrows. As the pure fresh morning air, in
which the rosy flush is glowing, and on which
the meadows have flung their dewy sweets,
must the balmy breath of these little ones have
played on the Saviour's strained and weary
heart. Unselfish, unworldly, uncareful, unfear-
ful, unenvious, ungrasping, unconscious, in-
nocent ! What a garden of flowers is here,
with the morning light playing upon it, and
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the air alive with song ! Take heed that ye
despise it not. It is the garden where, in the
early light, you may meet the Master. He is
abroad in it betimes, and here you may learn
His deepest thoughts, and hear His wisest and
most lovely words : " Except ye be converted^
and become as little children, ye shall not enter
into the kingdom of heave7i."
Little children. The whole force of the
words is here. They soon learn the battle-
cries of our conflicts, and shape their puppets
after the likeness of our follies and sins. But
little children are Christ's own nurslings.
They love, and trust, and give, after the
fashion that reigns in heaven. Love is their
sunlight ; they ask for nothing but to bask in
it. There is no glow for them when that sun
in the home is clouded ; there are no clouds
for them when that sun in the home is un-
veiled. They have no possessions which they
do not increase by sharing. Give a little one
the gift it longs for, and straightway it toddles
off in its glee to share it with its friend. Their
only idea of having is sharing, till you have
taught them a darker lesson. The very birds
trust not more joyously the bountiful hand of
the Father which is over them all. "Never
mind," said a little one once to a father who
had his full share of the burdens and struggles
Comfort for Mourners in General,
of life, and who was lamenting to her that
he was too poor to gratify some desire which
she had expressed, — "never mind, papa, you
have enough to go on with." Yes, I thought
when I heard it, " Out of the mouth of babes
and sucklings Thou hast ordained strength,
and -perfected f raise J^
IDENTITY PRESERVED IN HEAVEN.
Rev. Henry Ward Beecher, New York.
A BEREAVED mother sent this query to the
Rev. Henry Ward Beecher : " Last Thursday
our little three-year old baby left us. She
was the sunlight of our home here ; and is it
true that when I, too, cross the river, I shall
not know her, and knowing, shall not love
her?"
The following was Mr. Beecher's reply : —
"The nature of the body to which we come
by resurrection is a matter purely of specula-
tion. Nothing conclusively is taught by the
Scriptures. Paul declares iXvdi fcsh and blood
shall not inherit the icingdoni of God. So far
as this negative reaches, the teaching is clear
enough. Whatever the body is, it is not flesh
and blood. But what conception can we form
of a body except of that flesh and blood body
Comfort for Mourners in General. 245
in which we have always dwelt? The Apos-
tle seems to teach that our spiritual bod}',
without being material, will be one which shall
correspond to our earthly one. It will answer
our spiritual condition just as the mortal body
does our earthly state. Beyond this all is
fancy and speculation. Every one trying to
fashion a conception of a spiritual body, will
follow the peculiarities of his own mind, or
his habits of thought and the tendencies in
which he has been educated. As an exercise
of the imagination, such speculations may not
be without some benefit. They will certainly
be harmless, if one does not fall into the con-
ceit of thinking that his idealizings are literal
truth. Good men and learned men have in
eveiy age so differed among themselves as to
the probable spiritual, that no one need be
afraid of differing from everybody else. Even
Paul could not explain the facts to us. In-
stead, he drew illustrations from the vegetable
kingdom, implying that as a corn of wheat
when planted did not come up with the same
body or form, but that it developed a new
form out of the seed which was planted, so it
should be with the human body.
" The 7nain truth to be cherished is, that we
shall really live on after death, and that our
identity \^ill not be lost, but that the heavenly
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state will so develop itself out of the materials
gathered in the earthly, that we shall be the
same beings, recognize ourselves as the same,
employ the same faculties, and carry forward
that very mind and disposition with which we
left the world.
But shall we recognize each other in heaven ?
This precise question is neither put nor
answered in the Sacred Scriptures. But
beyond all dispute, it is implied, assumed as
. the very necessity of a moral state, that the
■principle of memory will exist ; that the suf-
ferings, temptations, triumphs of men over
evil, — that the Divine helpfulness and fidel-
ity displa3^ed during the whole of men's
earthly lives, — will be an occasion of thanks-
giving 'd^ndi praise. Now, if memory survives,
wh}^ should its action be limited to one class
of experiences? Why, if we remember earthly
sufferings, should we not remember those who
soothed or sympathized in them? If we re-
member adult friends, why should we forget
little children, which take hold upon the heart
with a grasp even firmer than any grown per-
son can? there is no authority for suppositions
which parcel out the memory and limit its
free activity.
It may be safely said, to all of that great
company of mourners whose children have
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gone away from them, God has taken your
BABES : THEY ARE SAFE. They did not ven-
ture out into some great void, some vague and
unexplored way, where the little wanderers
w^ere left to find their own way. If there be
use for angels, surely there is none more fit
and beautiful than to bear in their bosoms,
and convey to the presence of the All-Loving,
the tender spirits of little children.
Nor do we need to doubt that there is in the
Father's house a place for them, and sweet
company, and perfect blessedness and glad-
ness, innocence and friendship, such as they
could never have had on earth.
Our children are cared for. He that was
grieved when little children were kept from
Him, who took them up in His arms, laid
His hands upon them, and blessed them, —
is He any less a lover of children in heaven
than He was upon earth ?
But shall we know them? Why not?
Where is there an intimation in Scripture to
this effect? It is not positively affirmed ; but
it is implied that men, dropping at death all
that is of the flesh, will rise into the commu-
nion of heaven, carrying the same affections,
sentiments, w^ill, and intelligence that they
had on earth. Otherwise, of what use are
discipline, education, earthly experience? It
248 Comfort for Mourners in General,
is the saint made perfect, not made up of a
new pattern, that we shall meet in glor}^
Let no mother be driven from the hope of
meeting her children in heaven ! Let mothers
comfort themselves in believing that the loves
of earth will go on in heaven, and that what-
ever was pure, noble, and true on earth will
go on with them for ever. Among all other
griefs, let not this unnecessary one arise, that
you have lost your children for ever ! He
who keeps you for them, will keep them for
you. They will be more beautiful, sweeter,
more glorious in preciousness. They will be
enough the same to make you glad for all the
growths, additions, and refinements of their
charms.
HEAVEN A VAST AND HAPPY SOCIETY.
Rev. William Morley Punshon, M.A., Canada. .
The question of the recognition of departed !
friends in heaven, and special and intimate |
reunion with them. Scripture and reason ena- (
ble us to infer with almost certain persuasion. I
It is implied in the fact that the resurrection is a
resurrection of individuals ; that it is this mortal
that shall put on immortality. It is implied
in the fact that heaven is a vast and happy
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society ; and it is implied in the fact that there
is no unclothing of the nature that we now
possess, only a clothing upon it with the gar-
ments of a brighter and more glorious immor-
tality. Take comfort, then, those of you in
whose history the dearest charities of life have
been severed by the rude hand of the spoiler ;
those whom you have thought about as lost are
not lost, except to present sight. Perhaps
even now they are angel watchers, screened
by a kindly providence of forgetfulness from
every thing about you that would give them
pain ; but if you and they are alike in Jesus,
and remain faithful unto the end, doubt not
that you shall know them again. It were
strange — don't you think ? — if amid the multi-
tudes of the heavenly hosts, the multitudes of
earth's ransomed ones that we are to see in
heaven, we should see all but those we most
fondly and fervently long to see ! Strange, if
in some of our walks along the golden streets
we never happened to light upon them !
Strange, if we did not hear some heaven-song
learned on earth trilled by some clear ringing
voice that we have often heard before ! Oh,
depend upon it, in a realm of perfect happiness
this element of happiness will not be absent, —
to know and love again what we have known
and loved below.
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. ''The resurrection and the life." Oh, what
heart is not thrilled by the preciousness of the
promise? Whose does not throb the more joy-
ously as he recognizes the Redeemer who
brings him life ? " The resurrection and the
life I " Enjoyed recompense, recovered friends,
— these are our hopes above. Ah ! but nearer
still and dearer still, enhancing each of these
a thousand-fold — as every true and loyal
believer thinks — with Jesus there ! So shall it
be in heaven, and with glad eye and with beat-
ing heart will each ransomed spirit break from
its own private joy to fasten gratefully its gaze
upon the Master who has purchased it, and
to hear again in a pronounced immortality of
comfort and of bliss, " I am the resurrection
and the life."
A WALK IN GREENWOOD CEMETERY, NEW
YORK.
Rev. Theodore L. Cuyler, Brooklyn.
For some years past, my favorite resort has
been the beautiful and incomparable Green^
wood. It has no rival in the world. " Noth-
ing that I have ever seen in Europe compares
with this," said Newman Hall to me as we
stood on Sylvan Cliff, on a golden day of last
Coinfoi't for Mourners in Ge^ieral. 251
October (1867); and he added, "Nothing I
have yet seen in America gives me such an
impression of wealth, taste, and refinement as
this exquisite spot." Old Jeremy Taylor says
that it is good to knock often at the gates of the
grave ; and, truly, there is no terror in death
to one who only has to look forward to
bewitching Greenwood as the resting place of
his body, and to Heaven as the dwelling of his
ransomed soul.
Yesterday I went to Greenwood alone.
Ho\v often, in times past, have I walked there
with a pair of little feet tripping beside me,
which now, alas ! are laid under a mound of
green turf and flowers. The night before the
precious child departed, having wearied him-
self with play, he quaintly said, "My little
footies are tired at both ends." Ere twenty-
four hours were past, the tired feet had ended
life's short journey, and were laid to the dream-
less rest. Thousands and thousands of other
little children are slumbering around him ; for
Greenwood is one vast nursery, in which cribs
give place to little caskets and coffins, and no
one is afraid to speak loud lest they wake up
the silent sleepers. Over the dust of these
sleeping treasures are hundreds of marbles
which bear only such pet names as "Our
Lucy," or "Our Willie," or "Sweet ^little
252 Comfort for Mourners in General,
Carrie," or "Our Darling." Close beside the
narrow bed, so dear to me, lie a pair of chil-
dren in one spot, and on the tiny marble above
them is carved this sweet verse : —
"Under the daisies two graves are made,
Under the daisies our treasures are laid.
Under the daisies? It cannot be thus;
We are sure that in heaven they wait for us."
What a celestial cheerfulness breathes in
such words ! How like to a guardian angel's
song ! There are other inscriptions scattered
through the cemetery which are equally redo-
lent of Christian hope and immortality. For
example, on a stately monument is written
only the name of the dead, and on the other
side of the granite shaft the simple, thrilling
announcement, " The Lord is Risen ! "
Several tombs bear the single line, " Our
Mother.''' No inscription in the whole city of
the dead touched me so tenderly as the one
word, " Good-night," on the tomb of a young
wife. Perhaps this was her last utterance as
the twilight of the "valley" fell upon her
advancing footsteps. Among many carved
clusters of lilies, myrtles, and violets, we
often discovered on the monuments of God's
departed children this flower, from the Holy
Spirit's own hand : " Blessed are the dead
which die in the Lord." This is the amaranth
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which angels wreathe above the sainted dead.
Hew t>agrant it is with the love of Jesus ; how
dew}^ with precious promises ; how it glitters
in the light which falls from the sapphire walls
of the New Jerusalem ! Matchless line : that
never grows old, and never stales its heavenly
freshness ! If there be any line which the
" ministering spirits " chant above the sleeping
dust of Christ's blood-bought heirs of glory, it
must be this one which the Spirit taught to the
beloved John. Not as a dreary dirge do they
chant it; not as a melancholy requiem: it is
a jubilant paean of triumph over those who
have come off more than conquerors, — whose
achievements are complete, and for whom
wait the " robes made white in the blood of the
Lamb."
To me, the most captivating view is from
Sylvan Cliff, overlooking Sylvan Water. On
that green brow stands a monument which
bears the figure of Faith kneeling before a
cross, and beneath it the world-known lines of
Toplady : —
" Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling! "
As I stood beside that graceful tablet yester-
day, the light of an October sun threw its
mellow radiance over the crimsoning foliage,
and the green turf, and the sparkling water of
254 Comfort for Afourners in General,
the fountain which played in the vale beneath.
In the distance was the placid bay, with one
stately ship resting at anchor, — a beautiful
emblem of a Christian soul whose voyage had
ended in the peaceful repose of the " desired
haven." The sun went down into the purpling
horizon as I stood there ; a bird or two was
twittering its evening song ; the air was as
silent as the unnumbered sleepers around me ;
and, turning toward the sacred spot where my
precious dead is lying, I bade him, as of old.
Good-night!
A THORNLESS SORROW.
D. M. MoiR, THE "Delta" of "Blackwood."
[The following is an extract from a letter, dated Mus-
selburgh, 8th January, 1S45, addressed by Dr. Moir, on
the receipt of a favorite volume, to a friend, whose child
he had been attending professionally : — ]
The gift has only one drawback. Would,
so far as our weak eyes can see, that it had
been ordained that I should receive it from
other hands than yours ! This was not to be,
and for wise purposes, although we see them
not. The loss and the grief are to those who
are left behind : to him these cannot be. Yet
a little while, and the end cometh to us also ;
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and we, who would detain those we love, our-
selves almost as quickly go.
Speaking from sad experience, a long time
must yet elapse ere you and his mother will be
able to look back on your deprivation with
philosophic and unimpassioned minds, or be
able to dissever the what must be from the
what might have been. But when that time
does come, you will find that the lamentation
for an innocent child is a thornless sorrow;
and that the steadfast faith, through the Re-
deemer, of meeting him again, and for ever,
can lend a joy to grief.
POETRY.
WEE WILLIE.
D. M. MoiR.
FARE-THEE-WELL, our last and fairest,
Dear wee Willie, fare-thee-welll
God, who lent thee, had recall'd thee
Back, with Him and His to dwell :
Fifteen moons their silver lustre
Only o'er thy brow hath shed,
When thy spirit join'd the seraphs,
And thy dust the dead.
Like a sunbeam, thro' our dwelling
Shone thy presence, bright and calm;
Thou didst add -a zest to pleasure.
To our sorrov/t; thou wert balm ;
Brighter beam'd thine eyes than summer;
And thy first attempt at speech
Thriird our heartstrings with a rapture
Music ne'er could reach.
As we gazed upon thee sleeping,
With thy fine fair locks outspread.
Thou didst seem a little angel,
Who to earth from heaven had stray'd ,
Wee. Willie, 257
And, entranced, we watch'd the vision,
Half in hope, and half affright.
Lest what we deem'd ours, and earthly,
Should dissolve in light.
Snows o'ermantled hill and valley,
Sullen clouds begrimed the sky,
When the first drear doubt oppress'd us,
That our child was doom'd to die.
Through each long night-watch, the taper
Showed the hectic of his cheek;
And each anxious dawn beheld him
More worn out and weak.
Oh, the doubts, the fears, the anguish,
Of a parent's brooding heart.
When despair is hovering round it.
And yet hope will scarce depart, —
When each transient flush of fever
Omens health's returning light.
Only to involve the watchers
'Mid intenser night!
'Twas even then Destruction's angel
Shook his pinions o'er our path.
Seized the rosiest of our household.
And struck Charlie down in death !
Fearful, awful ! Desolation
On our lintel set his sign;
And we turn'd from his quick death-scene,
Willie, round to thine !
Like the shot-star in blue midnight,
Like the rainbow, ray by ray.
Thou wert waning as we watch'd thee.
Loveliest in thy last decay!
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258 Wee Willie,
As a zephyr, so serenely
Came and went thy last low breath,
That we paused, and ask'd our spirits, —
Is it so? Can this be death?
»
As the beams of Spring's first morning
Through the silent chamber play'd,
Lifeless, in my arms I raised thee,
And in thy small coffin laid;
Ere the day-star with the darkness
Nine times had triumphant striven,
In one grave had met your ashes.
And your soul's in heaven !
Five were ye, the beauteous blossoms
Of our hopes, our hearts, our hearth;
Two asleep lie buried under, —
Three for us yet gladden earth.
Thee, our hj^acinth', gay Charlie, —
Willie, thee our snow-drop pure, —
Back to us shall second spring-time
Never more allure !
Yet while thinking, oh ! our lost ones.
Of how dear ye were to us.
Why should dreams of doubt and darkness
Haunt our troubled spirits thus?
Why across the cold dim churchyard
Flit our visions of despair?
Seated on the tomb. Faith's angel
Says, " Ye are not there ! "
Where, then, are ye? With the Saviour
Blest, for ever blest, are ye,
'Mid the sinless little children,
• Who have heard His " Come to me ! "
We are Seven. 259
'Yond the shades of death's dark valley
Now ye lean upon His breast,
Where the wicked dare not enter,
And the weary rest.
We are wicked — we are weary —
For us pray and for us plead ;
God who ever hears the sinless,
May through you the sinful heed :
Pray that, through the Mediator,
All our faults may be forgiven;
Plead that ye be sent to greet us
At the gates of heaven !
WE ARE SEVEN.
Wm. Wordsworth.
... A SIMPLE child
That lightly draws its breath
And feels its life in every limb.
What should it know of death?
I met a little cottage girl ;
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.
She had a rustic, woodland air.
And she was wildly clad :
Her eyes were fair and very fair ;
Her beauty made me glad.
" Sisters and brothers, little maid.
How many may jou be?"
*' How many? — Seven in all," she said.
And wondering looked at me.
26o We are Seven,
" And where are thej ? I pray you, tell,**
She answered, " Seven are we;
And two of us at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea :
" Two of us in the churchyard lie,
My sister and my brother;
And in the churchyai'd cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother."
*' You say that two at Gonway dwell.
And two are gone to sea,
Yet ye are seven ! — I pray you tell,
Sweet maid, how this may be."
Then did the little maid reply,
"Seven boys and girls are we;
Two of us in the churchj'ard lie.
Beneath the churchyard tree."
"You run about, my little maid.
Your limbs they are alive;
If two are in the churchyard laid.
Then ye are only five."
"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"
The little maid replied,
"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door.
And they are side by side.
" My stockings there I often knit,
My kerchief there I hem ;
And there upon the ground I sit.
And sing a song to them.
"And often after sunset, Sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer.
And eat my supper there.
The Graiidniolhcr, 261
"The first that died was sister Jane;
In bed she moaning lay,
Till God released her of her pain ;
And then she went away.
" So in the churchyard she was laid ;
And, when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played.
My brother John and I.
"And when the ground was white with snow, .
And 1 could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side."
" How many are you, then," said I,
"If they two are in heaven?"
Qiiick was the little maid's reply,
"O master! we are seven."
"But they are dead ; those two are dead :
Their spirits are in heaven ! "
'Twas throwing words away ; for still
The little maid would have her will,
And said, "Nay, we are seven!"
THE GRANDMOTHER.
Alfred Tennyson. I,
So Willy has gone, my beauty, my eldest-born, my flower; 1
But how can I weep for Willy, he has but gone for an |
hour, — /
Gone for a minute, my son, from this room into the next; j
I, too, shall go in a minute. What time have I to be vext?
/
262 Berkeley and Florence Coleridge,
ENOCH ARDEN.
Alfred Tennyson.
[Enoch Arden having gone to sea, after many years' absence returns to
his native place, and, when near his own end, speaks as follows to a friend
of his departed infant : — ]
And now there is but one of all my blood,
Who will embrace me in the world-to-be :
This is his hair; she cut it off and gave it,
And I have borne it with me all these jears.
And thought to bear it with me to my grave ;
But now my mind is changed, for I shall see him,
My babe, in bliss ; wherefore, when I am gone,
Take, give her this, for it may comfort her :
It will moreover be a token to her
That I am he.
BERKELEY AND FLORENCE COLERIDGE.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
O FRAIL as sweet I twin buds, too rath to bear
The winter's unkind air;
O gifts beyond all price ! no sooner given
Than straight required by Heaven ;
Match'd jewels, vainly for a moment lent
To deck my brow, or sent
Untainted from the earth, as Christ's, to soar.
And add two spirits more
To that dread band seraphic, that doth lie
Beneath the Almighty's ej^e ;
Glorious the thought, — yet, ah! my babes, ah I still
A father's heart ye fill ;
Though cold ye lie in earth, though gentle death
Hath sucked your balmy breath,
Undying Love, 263
And the last kiss which your fair cheeks I gave
Is buried in yon grave.
No tears, no tears, — I vv^ish them not again.
To die for them w^as vain,
Ere Doubt, or Fear, or Woe, or act of Sin
Had marr'd God's light within.
UNDYING LOVE.
Robert Southey, LL.D.
They sin who tell us Love can die,
With life all other passions fly, —
All others are but vanity.
In heaven ambition cannot dwell,
Nor avarice in the vaults of hell ;
Earthly these passions of the earth,
They perish where they have their birth ;
But Love is indestructible :
Its holy flame for ever burneth.
From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.
Too oft on earth a troubled guest.
At times deceived, at times opprest,
It here is tried and purified,
Then hath in heaven its perfect rest;
It soweth here with toil and care,
But the harvest time of Love is there.
Oh! when a mother meets on high
The babe she lost in infancy,
Hath she not then, for pains and fears,
The day of woe, the watchful night,
For all her sorrow, all her tears,
An over-payment of delight?
264 A Flower Transplanted.
A FLOWER TRANSPLANTED-
RoBERT Burns.
(^On an only Daughter ivho died in Autumn 17950
Oh, sweet be thj sleep in the land of the grave.
My dear little angel, for ever I
For ever? — Oh, no! let not man be a slave,
His hopes from existence to sever.
Though cold be the claj where thou piUow'st thy head,
In the dark silent mansions of sorrow.
The spring shall return to thy low narrow bed,
Like the beam of the day-star to-morrow.
The flower stem shall bloom like thy sweet seraph form,
Ere the spoiler had nipt thee in blossom,
When thou shrunk'st from the scowl of the loud winter
storm,
And nestled thee close to that bosom.
Oh, still I behold thee, all lovely in death.
Reclined in the lap of thy mother.
When the tear trickled bright, when the short stifled
breath
Told how dear ye were aye to each other.
My child, thou art gone to the home of thy rest,
Where suflfering no longer can harm ye.
Where the songs of the good, where the hymns of the
blest,
Through an endless existence shall charm thee.
Robert Burns.
Here lies a rose, a budding rose,
Blasted before its bloom ;
Whose innocence did sweets disclose
Beyond that flower's perfume.
Song of the Churchyard Children, 265
To those who for her loss are griev'd
This consolation's given, —
She's from a world of woe receiv'd
And blooms a rose in Heaven.
SONG OF THE CHURCHYARD CHILDREN.
Thomas Aird, Dumfries.
Lo ! through the churchyard comes a company sweet
Of ghosted infants, — who has loosed their feet?
Linked hand in hand, this way they glide along;
But list their softly-modulated song : —
Our good Lord Christ on high
Has let us forth a space,
To see the moonlit place
Where our little bodies lie.
Back He will call us, at His dear command
We'll run again unto the happy land.
O'er each unblemished head
No thunder-cloud unsheaths its terrors red ;
Mild touching gleams those beauteous fields invest,
Won from the kingdoms of perpetual rest.
Stony Enchantment there.
Nor Divination frights ;
Nor hoary witch with her blue lights,
And caldron's swarming glare;
There are no muttered spells.
Envy, nor Clamor loud ;
Nor Hatred, on whose head for ever dwells
A sullen cloud.
There is no fiend's dissembling,
Nor the deep-furrowed garment of trembling,
But the robes of lucid air,
Oh, all is good and fair!
266 Wce^ not for He?'!
Unto the Lamb we'll sing,
Who gives us each glad thing:
For Mercj sits with Him upon His throne;
For there His gentle keeping is revealed,
O'er each young head select a glory and a shield.
Wide be His praises known !
And in the end of days,
Our little heads He'll raise ' '
Unto Himself, unto His bosom dear,
Far from the outcast fear
Of them — oh, woe ! — who make their beds in fire.
Sons shall we be of the celestial prime.
Breathing the air of Heaven's delicious clime,
Walking in white attire,
With God Himself sublime.
WEEP NOT FOR HER!
** Delta," in "Blackwood's Magazine," written
IN 1850.
Weep not for her! Oh, she was far too fair.
Too pure to dwell on this guilt-tainted earth!
The sinless glory, and the golden air
Of Zion, seemed to claim her from her birth, —
A spirit wandering from its native zone:
Which soon discov'ring took her for its own :
Weep not for her !
Weep not for her! Her span was like the sky;
Whose thousand stars shine beautiful and bright;
Like flowers that know not what it is to die !
Like long-link'd shadeless months of Polar light;
Like music floating o'er a waveless lake.
While Echo answers from the flowery brake,
Weep not for her !
Weep not for Her! 267
Weep not for her ! She died in earlj youth,
Ere hope had lost its rich romantic hues;
When human bosoms seem'd the homes of truth,
And earth still gleam'd with beauty's radiant dews.
Her summer prime waned not to days that freeze;
Her wine of life was run not to the lees;
Weep not for her !
Weep not for her ! By fleet or slow decay.
It never griev'd her bosom's core to mark
The playmates of her childhood wane away,
Her prospects wither, or her hopes grow dark;
Translated by her God, with spirits shriven,
She passed as 'twere in smiles from earth to heaven :
Weep not for her!
Weep not for her ! It was not hers to feel
The miseries that corrode amassing years,
'Gainst dreams of bafllled bliss the heart to steel,
To wander sad down Age's vale of tears.
As whirl the wither'd leaves from Friendship's tree,
And on earth's wintry world alone to be :
Weep not for her !
Weep not for her! She is an angel now,
And treads the sapphire floors of Paradise, —
All darkness wiped from her refulgent brow.
Sin, sorrow, suffering, banished from her eyes;
Victorious over death, to her appear
The vista'd joys of Heaven's eternal year :
Weep not for her!
Weep not for her! Her memory is the shrine
Of pleasing thoughts, soft as the scent of flowers,
Calm as on windless eve the sun's decline.
Sweet as the song of birds among the bowers,
Rich as a rainbow with its hues of light,
Pure as the moonshine of an autumn night :
Weep not for her !
268 Home TriaL • .
Weep not for her! There is no cause for woe;
But rather nerve the spirit, that it walk
Unshrinking o'er the thorny paths below,
And from earth's low defilements keep thee back :
So, when a few fleet severing years have flown.
She'll meet thee at Heaven's gate, and lead thee on !
Weep not for her!
HOME TRIAL.
James Hedderwick, Editor of "The Glasgow
Citizen."
I NEVER thought of him and death, so far apart they
seem'd, —
The love that would have died to save of danger scarcely
dream'd ;
Too late the fear that prompted help, too late the yearn-
ing care ;
Yet who that saw his lustrous face could doubt that death
would spare?
Oh, could my pangs have lightened his, or eased his fail-
ing breath,
I would have drain'd the bitter cup, had every drop been
death :
But, though I drank his agony, until my heart o'erflow'd,
From oft' the little sufferer's breast I could not lift the load.
It weigh'd him down ; I saw him sink away from life and
me;
Grief waded in the gentlest eyes ; my own could scarcely
see :
He look'd so calm, he felt so cold, — all hope, all life had
fled,—
A cry of pain would have been sweet, but pain itself was
dead.
Home Trial, 269
They took his form of innocence, and stretch'd it out
alone;
Tears fell upon the pulseless clay, like rain-drops upon
stone ;
They closed his eyes of beauty, for their glory was o'er-
cast,
A.nd sorrow drew its deepest shade from gladness that was
past.
The sun was lazy in the heavens that day our darling
died,
And longer wore away the night we miss'd him from our
side;
All sleep was scared by weary sobs from one wild heart
and mine, —
The only sleep in all the house, my innocent! was thine.
I made mad inquest of the skies; I breathed an inward
psalm :
The stars burn'd incense at God's feet: I grew more
strong and calm :
I utter'd brave and soothing words, as was my manhood's
part,
Then hurried speechlessly away to hide the father's heart.
His coffin-crib a soft hand deck'd with flowers of sweetest
scent;
To beauty and decay akin, their living breath they lent;
But never could they breath impart whence other breath
had flown ;
Ah me! aflfection's helplessness, when death has claim'd
his own !
Our child was now God's holy child, yet still he linger'd
here ;
Oh, could we but have kept him thus, the pictured dust
how dear !
270 Home Trial.
But soon the grave its summons writ upon the black'ning
lips ;
And wheresoe'er I look'd for light, I onlj saw eclipse.
There was no loveliness in flowers, in human ejes, or
books ;
Dear household faces flitted round with pain'd and ghastly
looks ;
A shadow mufiled like a mist the splendors of the day,
And sorrow speaking to the night took all its stars away.
No more might fair hands fondly smooth the pillow for
his head;
The joyless task Avas now all mine to lay him in his bed :
I laid him in his earth-cold bed, and buried with him
there
The hope that trembling on its knees expired 'mid broken
prayer.
.As in the round and beauteous bud the promise we may
trace
Of the unfolded perfect flower, I used to read his face,
Till love grown rash in prophecy foretold him brave and
strong, —
A battler for the true and right, a trampler on the wrong.
Had I my life to live again, I know how I would live,
And all the wisdom I have learn'd, to him I meant to
give, —
To bless his glowing boyhood with the ripeness of my
age.
And train him up a better man, to tread a nobler stage :
To train him up a perfect man, the crown of life to win,
With kingly chastity of thought to awe rebellious sin.
With all the light thrown forward of a bright, unwasted
youth, —
A soul as pure as cloister'd love, and strong as castled
truth.
Home Trial, 271
His lot, how happy had it been, with age to guard and
guide !
And yet he might have proved a sire, — his darling might
have died :
If so, I need not canvass more the heavens why this
should be, —
Ah! better to be early dead, than live to weep like me!
Tears! tears! ye never can be his! The thought my own
should dry;
Yet other thoughts and sadder thoughts still brood the
fountains by :
Why was a treasure to me given, for death so soon to
take ?
Oh, may the answer be, — a heart grown purer for his
sake!
Striving one day to be myself, of living things I thought,
And musing on my blessings left, a calm was in me
wrought,
Till gliding to my infant's room, all noiselessly I stept,
And shudder'd as remembrance woke that there no more
he slept.
The world is emptied of my child, yet crowded with his
loss ;
The silence and the vacancy my steps for ever cross;
With every sound of merriment my sorrow is at strife.
And happy infants stare at me, like pictures wanting life.
My eye grows greedy of distress; what healthless looks
I meet!
What tear-writ tales of anguish in the harsh, unheeding
street !
Yet while the wasting griefs I trace in other hearts that
dwell,
The sj'mpathy I fain would give, my own heart sootheth
well.
272 Home Trial,
Again, to dwarf my woe, I dream of war and shipwreck
dire,
Of choking pit, of crashing train, of fierce o'ermastering
fire :
Alas ! the thousand frantic ills, which some are doomed
to prove ;
O God ! how sweetly died my child 'midst ministries of
love!
So gently wail, ye pleasant winds ! and weep, ye silver
showers !
Thou shadow of the cypress tree lie lightly on the
flowers !
The summer has its mildews, and the daylight has its
clouds.
And some put on their marriage robes, while some are
clad in shrouds.
Thus o'er the gleaming track of life the generations
run :
Do they to clodded darkness pass, or to a brighter sun?
Does nothing spiritual ascend? can soul become a sod?
Is man on earth an orphan? is creation void of God?
Is the resplendent cope of night deserted, drear, and
dead ?
Does no great ear lean down to catch the prayers by good
men said ?
Is groan of murder'd patriot, or shout of martyr'd saint,
As idle as on savage shores the homeless ocean's plaint?
Above the lands that front the sky in the illumined east,
The stars hang low and large, like lamps at some immor-
tal feast,
And from those lands so near to heaven have wondrous
voices come
Of God's eternal fatherhood, and man's celestial home.
Our First Taken. 273
I marvel, then, dear child of mine! whom 'neath the grass
I laid,
If wing'd and bright, a spirit now, though scarcely purer
made.
Thou liv'st in His almighty care, in mansions of the skies!
Oh say, wilt thou come down to me, or I to thee arise?
Great mysteries are round thee, child! unknown or dim
to me.
But yet I cannot dread the death made beautiful by thee ;
The path thy little feet have trod I may not fear to tread,
And so I follow in the dark, as by an angel led.
OUR FIRST TAKEN.
Rev. Walter C. Smith, D.D., Glasgow.
Sit close beside me, dearest wife;
We are together, if alone ;
The dew upon the bloom of life
Is gathered, and the bloom is gone;
And part of us is in the grave,
And part is in the heaven above;
But stronger is the tie we have
In mingled cords of grief and love.
Sit very near, and let me dry
This tear that trickles down thy cheek,
And this that trembles in thine eye;
For it is time that we should speak:
The choking stupor of the hour
Is past, when weeping was relief;
Now yield thee to a gentler power, —
The tender memory of grief.
274 ^^^ First Taken.
Let's talk of her, — our little one
Who walks above the milky way,
Arrayed in glory like the sun
That lightens the eternal day;
The little gift that we did make
To God, by whom the boon was given,
He wished it, deeming she would take
Our hearts away with her to heaven.
Remember that sweet time when hope
Sat brooding o'er its future joy.
And low, fond laughter wakened up
With bets upon a girl or boy;
And little caps in secret sewn.
Were hid in many a quiet nook:
You knew the secret to be known.
Yet hid them with a guilty look.
Remember all the gush of thought
When first upon your arm she lay,
And all the pain was all forgot,
And all the fears were smiled away;
And looking on her helplessness
Awakened strong resolve in you,
And mother-love and tender grace;
And all was beautiful and new.
For you were sure, a week before.
That you should never live to see
A baby laughing on the floor.
Or placid lying on the knee.
Or laid on my ungainly hand
That always feared to let her slip,
Or held up, with a fond command.
For pressure of a father's lip.
Oii7' First Taken, 275
O sweet bud, flowering dewj bright
To crown our love's rejoicing stem ! .
O great ejes wondering in their light,
With long dark lashes fringing them I
And over these the forehead broad,
And then her full and parted lips
And rounded chin, meet for a god,
And pink shells on her finger-tips I
Most beautiful her life! and we
Were even too full of happiness :
As dewy flowers hang droopinglj,
O'erburdened with the weight of bliss,
And, fearful lest the treasure spill,
Close up their petals to the light,
So we forgot all, good or ill,
To clasp to us that dear delight.
Remember how we noted all
Her little looks and winning ways,
And how she let her evelids fall
As I was wont in wooing days;
And held her little finger up
In curious mimicry of mine;
But when the smile was on her lip,
Lo ! all the beaming face was thine.
Oh, say not she was only seen.
Like song-bird lighting on the tree,
A moment, while the leaves were green,
Filling the boughs with melody,
And then, when hope arose serene.
She left us sadder than before ;
And better she had never been,
Than leave us stricken to deplore.
2*]6 The ChMs Angel.
And was it nothing then to feel
A mother's love, and do her part,
While soft hands o'er the bosom steal,
And soft cheeks press against the h'eart?
Nay, let us kneel together, love.
And bow the head, and kiss the rod;
We gave an heir to heaven above,
A child to praise the Christ of God.
He would have infant trebles ringing
The glories of the great I AM ;
He would have childish voices singing
The hallelujahs of the Lamb;
And shall we faint in grief's desire
Because this grace to us is given.
To have a babe amid the choir
White-robed around the throne of heaven?
We had a joy unto us given
Transcending any earthly pleasance ;
We had a messenger from heaven;
Let us be better for her presence.
Our mother earth where she is laid
Is dearer to my heart for her :
We have such kindred with the dead,
The very grave is lightsomer.
THE CHILD'S ANGEL.
Rev. W. B. Robertson, D.D., Irvine, Ayrshire.
Elder sister, elder brother,
Come and go around the mother,
As she bids them come and go;
But the babe in her embrace
Rests and gazes on her face,
And is most happy so.
The Child's AngeL 277
Dropping from her lips and eyes,
Soft and hidden harmonies
Steal into her infant's heart:
Mirror'd in clear depths below,
Gleams of mystic beauty flow,
And fix, and ne'er depart.
Christ, our Lord, in His evangel,
Tells us how the young child's angel,
In the world of heavenly rest,
Gazes in enraptured trance
On His Father's countenance.
And is supremely blest.
»
Other angels come and go.
As the Lord will, to and fro :
Some to earth, on missions fleet,
Some stand singing, some are winging
Their swift flight, and homeward bringing
The saved to Jesus' feet.
Angel hosts all mingling, changing,
Circle above circle ranging.
Marshalling, throng God's holy place:
But the children's angels, dearest
To the Father's heart, come nearest, —
They always see His face.
And oh ! if earthly beauty, beaming
From frail mother's face, rush streaming
Deep into her infant's heart, —
What rare beauty must theirs be.
Heavenly God, who gaze on Thee, «
Who see Thee as Thou art !
278 The Departed Nigh,
THE DEPARTED NIGH.
Rev. W. B. Robertson, D. D., Irvine,
Departed, say we? is it
Departed, or Come Nigh ?
Dear friends in Christ more visit
Than leave us w^hen they die.
What thin veil still may hide them
Some little sickness rends,
And, lo! we stand beside them;
Are they departed friends ?
Their dews on Zion mountain
Our Hermon hills bedew;
Their river from the Fountain
Flows down to meet us, too.
The oil on the head, and under,
Down to the skirts hath run ;
And though we seem asunder,
We still in Christ are one.
The many tides of ocean
Are one vast tidal wave.
That sweeps, in landward motion.
Alike to coast and cave;
And Life, from Christ outflowing,
Is one wave evermore,
To earth's dark caverns going.
Or heaven's bright pearly shore.
Hail, perfected immortals!
Even now we bid you hail !
We at the blood-stained portals,
• And je within the veil !
The thin cloud-veil between us
Is mere dissolying breath.
One heavens surround, and screen us;
And where art tliou, O Death ?
The Infant Choir in Heaven. 279
THE INFANT CHOIR IN HEAVEN.
James Montgomery, Sheffield.
Happy, thrice happy were thej thus to die,
Rather than grow into such men and women, —
Such fiends incarnate as that felon sire
Who dug its grave before his child was born ;
Such miserable wretches as that mother
Whose tender mercies were so dreadlj cruel !
I saw their infant's spirit rise to heaven,
Caught from its birth up to the throne of God;
There, thousands and ten thousands I beheld
Of innocents like this, that died untimely,
By violence of their unnatural kin,
Or by the mercy of that gracious Power,
Who gave them being, taking what He gave
Ere they could sin or suffer like their parents.
I saw them in white raiment, crowned with flowers,
On the fair banks of that resplendent river
Whose streams make glad the city of our God, —
Water of Life as clear as crystal, welling
Forth from the throne itself, and visiting
Fields of a Paradise that ne'er was lost;
Where yet the Tree of Life immortal grows.
And bears its monthly fruits, twelve kinds of fruit,
Each in its season, food of saints and angels;
Whose leaves are for the healing of the nations.
Beneath the shadow of its blessed boughs
I mark'd those rescued infants, in their schools,
By spirits of just men made perfect, taught
The glorious lessons of Almighty Love,
Which brought them thither in the readiest path
From the world's wilderness of dire temptations.
Securing thus their everlasting weal.
Yea, in the rapture of that hour, though songs
Of cherubim to golden lyres and trumpets,
And the redeemed upon the sea of glass.
28o '' Sleej> Softly r
With voices like the sound of many waters,
Came on mine ear, whose secret cells were open'd
To entertain celestial harmonies, —
The small, sweet accents of those little children,
Pouring out all the gladness of their souls
In love, joj, gratitude, and praise to Him, —
Him who had lov'd and wash'd them in His blood;
These were to me the most transporting strains
Amidst the hallelujahs of all Heaven.
Though lost awhile in that amazing chorus
Around the throne, at happy intervals
The shrill hosannas of the infant choir,
Singing in that eternal temple, brought
Tears to mine eye, whilst seraphs had been glad
To weep, could they have felt the sympathy
That melted all my soul, when I beheld
How condescending Deity thus deign'd,
Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings here.
To perfect His high praise; — the harp of heaven
Had lack'd its least but not its meanest string.
Had children not been taught to play upon it,
And sing, from feelings all their own, what men
Nor angels can conceive of creatures, born
Under the curse, yet from the curse redeem'd,
And placed at once beyond the power to fall, —
Safety which men nor angels ever knew.
Till ranks of these, and all of those had fallen.
"SLEEP SOFTLY."
Richard Chenevix Trench, D.D. , Archbishop of
Dublin.
No mother's eye beside thee wakes to-night.
No taper burns beside thy lonely bed ;
Darkling thou liest, hidden out of sight,
And none are near thee but the silent dead.
Moravian Hymn, 281
How cheerly glows this hearth, yet glows in vain,
For we uncheered beside it sit alone,
And listen to the wild and beating rain
In angry gusts against our casement blown :
And though we nothing speak, yet well I know
That both our hearts are there, where thou dost keep
Within thy narrow chamber far below,
For the first time unwatched, thy lonely sleep :
Oh, no, not thou ! — and we our faith deny,
This thought allowing: — thou, removed from harms,
In Abraham's bosom dost securely lie, —
Oh ! not in Abraham's, — in a Saviour's arms, —
In that dear Lord's who in thy worst distress.
Thy bitterest anguish, gave thee, dearest child.
Still to abide in perfect gentleness.
And like an angel to be meek and mild.
Sweet corn of wheat, committed to the ground
To die, and live, and bear more precious ear;
While in the heart of earth thy Saviour found
His place of rest, for thee we will not fear. .
Sleep softly, till that blessed rain and dew,
Down ligh,ting upon earth, such change shall bring.
That all its fields of death shall laugh anew.
Yea, with a living harvest laugh and sing.
MORAVIAN HYMN.
Archbishop Trench.
Where is this infant? it is gone.
To whom ? To Christ, its Saviour true.
What does He for it.'' He goes on
As He has ever done, to do :
282 The White Doves,
He blesses, He embraces without end,
And to all children proves the tenderest friend.
He loves to have the little ones
Upon His lap quite close and near;
And thus their glass so swiftly runs,
And they so little while are near.
He ^ave, — He takes them when He thinks it best
For them to come to Him and take their rest.
However, 'tis a great delight
Awhile to see such little princes.
All drest in linen fine and white, —
A beauty which escapes the senses :
The pure Lamb dwells in them, — His majesty
Makes their sweet eyes to sparkle gloriously.
Be therefore thanked, thou dearest Lamb,
That we this precious child have seen,
And that Thy blood and Jesus' name
To it a glittering robe hath been :
We thank Thee too that Thou hast brought it home,
That it so soon all dangers hath o'ercome.
Dear child, so live thou happily
In Christ, who was thy faith's beginner :
Rejoice in Him eternally
With each redeemed and happy sinner;
We bury thee in hope, — the Lamb once slain
Will raise, and we shall see thee yet again.
THE WHITE DOVES.
Archbishop Trench.
Fair sight are ye, white doves, which refuge sure
Are finding in a tall rock's cloven side :
Types of a fairer thing, of children pure.
Which early did their lives with Jesus hide.
The Child in Paradise, 283
THE CHILD IN PARADISE.
Henry Alford, D.D., Dean of Canterbury.
{Sacred to the Memory of Clemejit Henry Oke Alford?)
My blessed child ! Last Sunday morn,
That feast of all the year,
We held thee in our wearied arms,
Distraught with hope and fear :
We soothed thee with caresses fond ;
With words, alas, how vain !
We strove to still thy piercing moans,
And set to sleep thy pain.
But still the thought would ever rise
In stern reality,
111 balanced by returning hgpe.
That our dear child would die.
Another Sunday morn is come,
But all is altered now :
Pilgrims upon this earth are we,
A blessed saint art thou.
No mother now beside thy bed
Lets fall her burning tears;
No father bathes thy fevered head,
Nor whispers rising fears.
That form so fair, those eyes so bright,
Are laid in hallowed ground,
And over them the churchyard chimes
A peaceful requiem sound.
284 Faith,
But thou, dear, glorious child, art fled.
And on thy Saviour's breast
Dost for the resurrection-morn
In holy quiet rest.
Oh, never would w^e change this hour,
With blessed hope so bright,
For that sad day of fainting prayers,
For that last anxious night.
The earth and all that is therein
Are hallovvred to us now;
In work, at rest, at home, abroad,.
Where'er we turn art thou.
Thou blessed child in Paradise,
Safe fled from sin and pain ;
Oh, not for all thy life could give
Shouldst thou be here again.
FAITH.
Henry Alford, D.D.
I THOUGHT, if I could go and stand
Beside our dear one's grave in Faith,
And lift the voice and stretch the hand,
And call on Him who conquered death ;
And then, in my reliance deep.
Bid the new-buried corpse come forth, —
The call of faith would break that sleep,
And animate that lifeless earth.
But while I pondered thus, within
A gentle voice reminded me
That I was weak, and soiled with sin, —
That faith must strong and holy be.
LacrymcB Paternce. 285
*' Raise up the deadness of thj soul,
Be pure and watch, and fast and pray;
Then mayest thou bid the sick be whole,
Then shall the dead thy voice obey."
Lord God the Spirit! purify
My thoughts, bind fast my life to Thee;
So shall I meet my babe on high,
Though he may not return to me.
LACRYM^ PATERN^.
Henry Alford, D.D. (1850).
Here take thy stand; within this chamber lone
That looks upon the unfathomable blue
Of the blest ocean, take thy stand awhile, —
Ah, mournful task! and watch yon fading face
So lately lit with love and eager joy
Now blank, but beautiful ! Trace thou those lines
"Which death had spared ; build up that noble brow,
Part the fair hair, and mimic with thy brush
That curl, whose very flexure tells of him.
Precious thine art, — God's gift, — how often said.
How never felt till now! This autumn day
We leave thee here with him. Death, cease thy work!
Forget thy course. Decay ! One favoring hour
Befriend our wish, how earnest, but how vain !
0 sweet refreshment to the wearied heart.
This converse with the unalterable dead !
1 know not where, nor rightly what thou art :
I only know that thou art blest and bright,
Unfading and mine own : and thus I sit
Long pensive hours alone, scarce stirred in thought,
Scanning thy presence through, a mist of tears.
Others may change, but thou shalt never change:
286 LacryjucE Pater nee,
Forgetfulness, and distance, and neglect,
The chills of earthly love — the stealthy pace
Of summer-stealing age — these touch not thee;
That heart of thine, fresh well of living love,
Hadst thou been here, might in long years have failed,
Or poured on thankless fields its errant streams,
Or poured avi^ay (such sad vicissitudes
We learn to look for, w^ho live long on earth)
Else-whither in abundance, sparing here
Few dro'ps and scant. But now, beloved one.
That everlasting fount is all our own.
They tell me, that we soon shall meet again ;
That some have heard the mighty chariot wheels
Roar in the distance; that the world's salt tears
Are cleaving their last furrows in her cheeks.
It may be so : I know not. Oft the ear,
Attent and eager for some coming friend.
Construes each breeze among the vocal boughs
Into the tokens of his wished approach.
But this I know: HE liveth, and shall stand
Upon this earth; and round Him, thick as waves
That laugh with light at noon, uncounted hosts
Of His redeemed : and this I further know :
Then shall I see thee, — amidst all that band.
Know thee unsought, and, midst a thousand joys
Ineffable, our own shall we possess,
Clasped heart to heart and looking eye to eye.
Oh, dawn, millennial day! Come, blessed morn!
Appear, Desire of Nations ! rend Thy heavens,
And stand revealed, upon thy chosen hill!
The Fairest Flower, 287
THE FAIREST FLOWER.
John Milton.
O FAIREST flower, no sooner blown but blasted,
Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.
Summer's chief honor, if thou hadst out-lasted
Bleak Winter's force that made thj blossom dry;
For he being amorous on that lovely die
That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss.
But kill'd, alas, and then bewailed his fatal bliss.
Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead.
Or that thy corse corrupts in earth's dark womb,
Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed.
Hid from the world in a low delved tomb ;
Could Heaven, for pity, thee so strictly doom?
Oh, no! for something in thy face did shine
Above mortality, that show'd thou wast divine.
Resolve me, then, O Soul most surely bless'd
(If so it be that thou these plaints dost hear).
Tell me, bright Spirit, where'er thou hoverest.
Whether above that high first-moving sphere,
Or in the Elysian fields (if such there were) ;
Oh, say me true, if thou wert mortal wight,
And why from us so quickly thou didst take thy flight?
Wert thou some star which from the ruin'd roof
Of shak'd Olympus by mischance didst fall ;
Which careful Jove in nature's true behoof
Took up, and in fit place did reinstall?
Or did of late Earth's sons besiege the wall
Of sheeny Heaven, and thou, some goddess, fled
Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar'd head?
288 The Fah'est Flower,
Or wert thou that just maid, who once before
Forsook the hated earth, oh, tell me sooth,
And cam'st again to visit us once more?
Or wert thou Mercy, that sweet-smiling Youth?
Or that crown'd matron sage, white -robed Truth?
Or anj other of that heavenly brood
Let down in cloudy throne to do the world some good?
Or wert thou of the golden-winged host
Who, having clad thyself in human weed,
To earth from thy prefixed seat didst post,
And after short abode fly back with speed,
As if to show what creatures Heaven doth breed;
Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire
To scorn the sordid world, and unto Heaven aspire?
But oh ! why didst thou not stay here below
To bless us with thy Heaven-Iov'd innocence.
To slake His wrath whom sin had made our foe.
To turn swift-rushing black perdition hence?
Or drive away the slaughtering pestilence.
To stand 'twixt us and our deserved smart?
But thou canst best perform that office where thou art.
Then thou the mother of so sweet a child
Her false imagined loss cease to lament,
Aud wisely learn to curb thy sorrows wild;
Think -what a prese?it thou to God hast setii.
And render Him with patience what He lent;
This if thou do, He will an offspring give,
That till the world's last end shall make thy name to
live.*
* John Milton was born in London, on the 9th of December, 1608, and
died there on Sunday, the 8th of November, 1675, aged 67 years.
"" Still Thou art Mine Own:' 289
"STILL THOU ART MINE OWN."
Paul Gerhardt.* (Written in 1650.)
Thou'rt mine, jes, still thou art mine own I
Who tells me thou art lost?
But jet thou art not mine alone;
I own that He who crossed
Mj hopes has greatest right in thee;
Yea, though He ask and take from me
Thee, O mj son, my heart's delight,
My wish,- my thought by day and night.
Ah might I wish, ah might I choose,
Then thou, my Star, shouldst live,
And gladly for thy sake I'd lose
All else that life can give.
Oh, fain I'd say, Abide with me.
The sunshine of my house to be;
No other joy but this I crave,
To love thee, darling, to my grave !
Thus saith my heart, and means it well,
God meaneth better still :
My love is more than words can tell,
His love is greater still;
I am a father, He the Head
And Crown of fathers, whence is shed
The life and love from which have sprung
All blessed ties in old and young.
I long for thee my son, my own,
And He who once hath given.
Will have thee now beside His throne.
To live with Him in heaven.
» Gerhardt was an eminent commentator of the Lutheran Church
many, and the Prince of German hymn-writers.
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290 ''Still Thou art Mine Own:'
I cry, Alas ! my light, my child 1
But God hath welcome on him smiled,
And said, "My child, I keep thee near,
For there is nought but gladness here.'*
0 blessed word, O deep decree,
More holy than we think!
With God no grief or woe can be,
No bitter cup to drink.
No sickening hopes, no want nor care,
No hurt can ever reach him there ;
Yes, in that Father's sheltered home
1 know that sorrow cannot come.
We pass our nights in wakeful thought
For our dear children's sake ;
All day our anxious toil hath sought
How best for them to make
A future safe from care or need,
Yet seldom do our schemes succeed ;
How rarely does their future prove
What we had plann'd for those we love I
How many a child of promise bright
Ere now hath gone astray.
By ill example taught to slight
And quit Christ's holy way.
Oh, fearful the reward is then,
The wrath of God, the scorn of men I
The bitterest tears by mortal shed
Are his who inourns a child misled.
But now I need not fear for thee,
Where thou art, all is well ;
For thou thy Father's face dost see,
With Jesus thou dost dwell !
^"^ Still Thou art Mine Ozvn.^'' 2qi
Yes, cloudless jojs around him shine,
His heart shall never ache like mine,
He sees the radiant armies glow,
That keep and guide us here below :
He hears their singing evermore,
His little voice too sings,
He drinks of wisdom's deepest lore,
He speaks of secret things.
That we can never see or know
Howe'er we seek or strive below.
While yet amid the mists we stand
That veil this dark and tearful land.
Oh that I could but watch afar,
And hearken but awhile.
To that sweet song that hath no jar.
And see his heavenly smile
As he doth praise the holy God
Who made him pure for that abode!
In tears of joy full well I know
This burden'd heart wc3uld overflow.
And I should say, Stay there, my son,
My wild laments are o'er;
Oh, well for thee that thou hast won,
I call thee back no more !
But come, thou fiery chariot, come,
And bear me swiftly to that home,
Where he with many a loved one dwells,
And evermore of gladness tells!
Then be it as my Father wills,
I will not weep for thee :
Thou livest, joy thy spirit fills,
Pure sunshine thou dost see,
292 " Go Hence, my Childy
The sunshine of eternal rest :
Abide, my child, where thou art, blest;
I with our friends will onward fare,
And, when God wills, shall find thee there.
"GO HENCE, MY CHILD."
Gottfried Hoffmann (1658).
Translated from the German ^^-jy Rev. John Guthrie,
M.A., Glasgow.
Go hence, my child !
God calls thee to depart
From out this world of woe.
I weep full sore; thy death has wrung my heart;
But since God wills it so,
I'll put all vain laments away.
And try, with soul resigned, to say,
Go hence, my child !
Go hence, my child !
To me thou wert but lent
Awhile on earth to roam ;
And now the summons comes; thy day is spent;
And thou must hie thee home.
Then go, for 'tis God's wise decree,
And as He wills, so let it be :
Go hence, my child ! '
Go hence, my child !
Thou find'st in heaven that rest
Which earth could not bestow;
'Tis only with thy God thou canst be blest,
Without one trace of woe.
Here we must grieve and inly pine,
There endless life and bliss are thine:
Go hence, my child !
Dante's Vision, 293
Go hence, my child !
We follow all apace,
As God may bid us go.
Forth didst thou haste, ere yet earth's bitterness
Dashed thy young life below.
A life prolonged is lingering pain,
An early death is speedy gain :
Go hence, my child !
Go hence, my child !
Already angels wait
To bear thy spirit bright.
Where God's dear Son shall meet thee at heaven's gate,
And crown thy brows with light.
'Tis well, thy little soul is free.
Through Christ thou hast the victory :
Go hence, my child !
DANTE'S VISION.
Now contemplate the Providence divine ;
Whence Faith, as viewed on its two several sides,
Shall equally in this fair garden shine.
And know that downward from the lofty throne,
Which in the middle the two parts divides,
No one is there through merit of his own.
But through Another's ; and upon conditions ;
For all these souls freed from the body were.
Ere upon choice were founded their volitions.
This may you be convinced of (if due pains
You take to mark them, and their accents hear)
Both by their looks, and by their childish strains.
Yet now you doubt, and still your doubts withhold :
But though your bonds are intricate, yet I
Will strive your subtle reasonings to unfold.
294 " Ou7' Wee White Rose:'
Within this peaceful kingdom's wide domain
No room is to be found for casualty,
No dwelling there for hunger, thirst, or pain
For in this realm is 'stablished every thing
Under the sanction of eternal laws,
As to the finger answereth a ring;
Therefore the children that herein do press
To life eternal, not without a cause
Inherit excellence or more or less.
"OUR WEE WHITE ROSE."
Gerald Massey.
All in our marriage garden
Grew, smiling up to God,
A bonnier flower than ever
Sucked the green warmth of the sod.
Oh, beautiful unfathomably
Its little life unfurled ;
Love's crowning sweetness was our wee
White Rose of all the world.
From out a balmy bosom,
Our bud of beauty grew;
It fed on^smiles for sunshine,
And tears for daintier dew.
Aye nestling warm and tenderly,
Our leaves of love were curled
So close and close about our wee
White Rose of all the world.
Two flowers of glorious crimson
Grew with our Rose of light;
Still kept the sweet heaven-grafted slip
Her whiteness saintly white.
" Our Wee White Rose:' 295
I' the wind of life they danced with glee,
And reddened as it whirled;
More white and wondrous grew our wee
White Rose of all the world.
With mystical faint fragrance,
Our house of life she filled, —
Revealed each hour some fairy tower,
Where winged Hopes might build.
We saw — though none like us might see —
Such precious promise pearled
Upon the petals of our wee
White Rose of all the world.
But evermore the halo
Of Angel-light increased :
Like the mystery of Moonlight,
That folds some fairy feast.
Snow-white, snow-soft, snow-silently,
Our darling bud up-curled.
And dropt i' the Grave — God's lap — our wee
White Rose of all the world.
Our Rose was but in blossom;
Our Life was but in spring;
When down the solemn midnight
We heard the Spirits sing:
*' Another bud of infancy.
With holy dews impearled ; "
And in their hands they bore our wee
White Rose of all the world.
You scarce could think so small a thing
Could leave a loss so large;
Her little light such shadow fling,
From dawn to sunset's marge.
296 The Death of the First-born,
In other springs our life may be
In bannered bloom unfurled;
But never, never match our wee
White Rose of all the world.
Our leaves are shaken from the tree,
Our hopes laid low,
That after our Spring-nurslings, we
May long to go.
The warm love-nest our little Doves leave
With helpless moan.
As they for us at heart would grieve
In heaven — alone!
The tender Shepherd beckoningly
Our Lambs doth hold,
That we may take our own when He
Makes up the fold.
THE DEATH OF THE FIRST-BORN.
Alaric a. Watts.
The late Sir Robert Peel sent the following note to the accomplished author :
" It is not from mere courtesy that I assure you that your name is respected by
me. I have had the satisfaction of reading many of your poems. I particu-
larly call to mind two, — ' The Death of the First-Bom,' and ' My Own Fire-
Side ; ' to have written which would be an honorable distinction to any one."
My sweet one ! my sweet one ! the tears were in my eyes
When first I clasped thee to my heart, and heard thy fee-
ble cries ;
For I thought of all that I had borne, as I bent me down
to kiss
Thy cherry lips, and sunny brow, my first-born bud of
bliss!
The Death of the Fh-st-born, 297
I turned to many a withered hope, to years of grief and
pain,
And the cruel wrongs of a bitter world flashed o'er my
boding brain ;
I thought of friends, grown worse than cold, of persecut-
ing foes,
And T asked of Heaven if ills like these must mar thy
youth's repose !
I gazed upon thy quiet face, half blinded by my tears, —
Till gleams of bliss, unfelt before, came brightening on
my fears ;
Sweet rays of hope that fairer shone 'mid the clouds of
gloom that bound them.
As stars dart down their loveliest light when midnight
skies are round them.
My sweet one, my sweet one, thy life's brief hour is o'er,
And a father's anxious fear for thee can fever me no
more !
And for the hopes, the sun-bright hopes, that blossomed
at thy birth, —
They too have fled, to prove how frail are cherished things
of earth !
*Tis true that thou wert young, my child, but though brief
thy span below.
To me it was a little age of agony and woe;
For, from thj^ first faint dawn of life thy cheek began to
fade,
And my lips had scarce thy welcome breathed, ere my
hopes were wrapt in shade.
Oh I the child in its hours of health and bloom that is
dear as thou wert then,
Grows far more prized, more fondly loved, in sickness and
in pain ;
298 The Death of the Fi7'st-horn,
And thus 'twas thine to prove, dear babe, when every
hope was lost, —
Ten times more precious to my soul, for all that thou
hadst cost.
Cradled in thy fair mother's arms, we watched thee, day
by day.
Pale like the second bow of heaven, as gently waste away :
And, sick with dark foreboding fears we dared not breathe
aloud,
Sat, hand in hand, in speechless grief, to wait death's
coming cloud !
It came, at length, — o'er thy bright blue eye the film was
gathering fast, —
And an awful shade passed o'er thy brow, the deepest
and the last;
In thicker gushes strove thy breath, — we raised thy droop
ing head;
A moment more — the final pang — and thou wert of the
Dead!
Thy gentle mother turned away to hide her face from me,
And murmured low of Heaven's behests, and bliss attained
by thee ;
She would have chid me that I mourned a doom so blest
as thine,
Had her own deep grief burst forth in tears as wild as
We laid thee down in thy sinless rest, and from thine
infant brow
Culled one soft lock of radiant hair, our only solace now;
Then placed around thy beauteous corpse flowers, not
more fair and sweet, —
Twin rose-buds in thy little hands, and jasmine at thy
feet.
The Death of the First-horn. 299
Though other offspring still be ours, as fair perchance as
thou,
With all the beauty of thy cheek, the sunshine of thy
brow, —
They never can replace the bud our early fondness
nursed ;
They may be lovely and beloved, but not, like thee, the
First I
The First ! — How many a memory bright that one sweet
word can bring,
Of hopes that blossomed, drooped, and died, in life's de-
lightful spring;
Of fervid feelings passed away, — those early seeds of
bliss
That germinate in hearts unseared by such a world as
this!
My sweet one ! my sweet one ! my fairest and my First!
When I think of what thou mightst have been, my heart
is like to burst;
But gleams of gladness through my gloom their soothing
radiance dart.
And my sighs are hushed, my tears are dried, when I turn
to what thou art !
Pure as the snow-flake ere it falls and takes the stain of
earth.
With not a taint of mortal life except thy mortal birth,
God bade thee early taste the spring for which so many
thirst.
And bliss, eternal bliss, is thine, my fairest and my
First !
300 The Angel and the Infant.
THE ANGEL AND THE INFANT.
Theodore Martin, London.
{From the French of Jean RebouUe, of Nismes.')
An angel over a cradle stood ;
His visage shone with a radiant gleam ;
And he seem'd on his own fair form to brood
In the mirror pure of a crystal stream.
" Oh, come to my home, sweet babe so fair! "
He murmur'd; " Come with me now!
Ah, we shall be happy together there ;
The earth is unworthy of such as thou.
"Its gladness is never without alloy;
Some pang from its best delights will rise;
A wail still rings through its shouts of joy,
And all its pleasures are clogg'd with sighs.
*' O'er every feast is the fear of doom ;
No sky so clear and serene, but may
Be blacken'd and riven with storm and gloom
Before the dawn of another day.
*' On that pure brow shall the trouble pass
Of hopes deceived, and of haunting fears?
Shall those blue eyes be bedimm'd, alas!
By the bitter rain of regretful tears.-*
"No, no! dear babe, through the fields of space
Thou wilt fly with me to a better sphere ;
God will not exact, in His boundless grace.
The days that else thou hadst linger'd here.
*' No soil of sorrow, no taint of sin,
From thy sojourn here on ihy robes shall rest,
The smiles that usher'd thy young life in
Shall follow thee home to yon region blest.
The Sick Child s Dream, 301
" On thy forehead no cloud shall a shadow fling,
Nor the darkness there of the grave forecast;
Of so unspotted and pure a thing
The loveliest morning is still its last."
And, slowly unfolding his wings snow-white,
The angel ceased, and aloft he fled
To the blest abodes of eternal light.
Alas ! poor mother ! Thy boy is dead !
THE SICK CHILD'S DREAM.
Robert Nicoll.
0 MiTHER, mither, my head was sair.
And my een wi' tears were weet;
But the pain has gane for evermair,
Sae, mither, dinna greet :
And I ha'e had sic a bonnie dream.
Since last asleep I fell,
O' a' that is holy an' gude to name,
That I've wauken'd my dream to tell.
1 thought on the morn o' a simmer day
That awa' through the clouds I flew.
While my silken hair did wavin' play,
'Mang breezes steep'd in dew;
And the happy things o' life and light
Were around my gowden way.
As they stood in their parent Heaven's sight
In the hames o' nightless day.
An' sangs o' love that nae tongue may tell
Frae their hearts cam' flowin' free.
Till the stars stood still, while alang did swell
The plaintive melodie.
302 The Sick Child's Dream,
And ane o' them sang wi' my mither's voice,
Till through my heart did gae
That chanted hymn o' my bairnhood's choice
Sae dowie, saft, an' wae.
Thae happy things o' the glorious sky
Did lead me far awaj^,
Where the stream o' life rins never dry,
Where naething kens decay;
And they laid me down in a mossy bed,
Wi' curtains o' spring leaves green,
And the Name o' God they praying said,
And a light came o'er my een.
And I saw the earth that I had left,
And I saw my mither there ;
And I saw her grieve that she was bereft
O' the bairn she thought sae fair;
And I saw her pine till her spii-it fled —
Like a bird to its young one's nest —
To that land of love; and my head was laid
Again on my mither's breast.
And, mither, ye took me by the hand.
As ye were wont to do,
And your loof, sae saft and white, I fand
Laid on my caller brow;
And my lips you kiss'd, and my curling hair
You round your fingers wreath'd ;
And I kent that a happy mither's prayer
Was o'er me silent breath'd.
And we wander'd through that happy land,
That was gladly glorious a';
The dwellers there were an angel-band,
And their voices o' love did fa'
The Sick Child's Dream. 303
On our ravish'd ears like the deein' tones
O' an anthem far away,
In a starn-lit hour, when the woodland moans
That its green is turn'd to gray.
And, mither, amang the sorrowless there,
We met my brithers three,
And your bonnie May, my sister fair,
And a happy bairn was she ;
And she led me awa' 'mang living flowers,
As on earth she aft has done;
And thegither we sat in the holy bowers
Where the blessed rest aboon.
And she tauld me I was in Paradise,
Where God in love doth dwell,
Where the weary rest, and the mourner's voice
Forgets its warld-wail ;
And she tauld me they kentna dull nor care;
And bade me be glad to dee,
That yon sinless land and the dwellers there
Might be hame and kin to me.
Then sweetly a voice came on my ears.
And it sounded sae holily,
That my heart grew saft, and blabs o' tears
Sprung up in my sleepin' e'e ;
And my inmost soul was sairly moved
Wi' its mair than mortal joy;
'Twas the voice o' Him who bairnies loved
That wauken'd your dreamin' boy !
304 The Child in Heaven.
THE CHILD IN HEAVEN.
Mary Howitt, London.
We meet around the board, thou art not there ;
Over our household jojs hath passed a gloom;
Beside the fire we see thy empty chair,
And miss thy sweet voice in the silent room.
What hopeless longings after thee arise !
Even for the touch of thy small hand I pine;
And for the sound of thy dear little feet.
Alas ! tears dim mine eyes,
Meeting in every place some joy of thine,
Or when fair children pass me on the street.
Beauty was on thy cheek; and thou didst seem
A privileged being, chartered from decay;
And thy free spirit, like a mountain stream
That hath no ebb, kept on its cheerful way.
Thy laugh was like the inspiring breath of spring,
That thrills the heart, and cannot be unfelt.
The sun, the moon, the green leaves and the flowers.
And every living thing.
Were a strong joy to thee ; thy spirit dwelt
Gladly in life, rejoicing in its powers.
Oh ! what had death to do with one like thee,
Thou young and loving one, whose soul did cling
Even as the ivy clings unto the tree,
To those that loved thee.-* Thou, whose tears would
spring
Dreading a short day's absence, — didst thou go
Alone into the future world unseen.
Solving each awful untried mystery,
The dread unknown to know ;
To be where mortal traveller hath not been,
Whence welcome tidings cannot come from thee ?
A Child's Grave at Florence. 305
My happy boy! and murmur I that death
Over thy young and buoyant frame hath power?
In yon bright land love never perisheth,
Hope may not mock, nor grief the heart devour.
The beautiful are round thee; thou dost keep
Within the Eternal presence; and no more 1
May'st death or pain or separation dread :
Thy bright eyes cannot weep,
Nor they with whom thou art thy loss deplore;
For ye are of the living, not the dead.
Thou dweller with the unseen, who hast explored
The immense unknown ; thou to whom death and
heaven
Are mysteries no more ; whose soul is stored
With knowledge for which man hath vainly striven;
Beloved Child, oh ! when shall I lie down
With thee beneath fair trees that cannot fade?
When from the immortal rivers quench my thirst?
Life's journey speedeth on ;
Yet for a little while we walk in shade ;
Anon by death the cloud is all dispersed,
Then o'er the hills of heaven the eternal day doth burst.
A CHILD'S GRAVE AT FLORENCE.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
This July creature thought, perhaps,
Our speech not worth assuming;
She sat upon her parents' laps,
And mimicked the gnats humming;
Said, "father," " mother," — then left off,
Fortongues celestial, fitter;
Her hair had grown just long enough
To catch Heaven's jasper-glitter.
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3o6 A Child's Grave at Florence,
Babes ! Love could always hear and see
Behind the cloud that hid them,
" Let little children come to Me,
And do not thou forbid them."
Poor earth, poor heart, — too weak, too weak
To miss the July shining!
Poor heart! — what bitter words we speak
When God speaks of resigning!
Sustain this heart in us that faints,
Thou God the Self-Existent!
We catch up wild at parting saints,
And feel Thy heaven too distant.
The wind that swept them out of sin,
Has ruffled all our vesture :
On the shut door that let them in,
We beat with frantic gesture. —
To us, us also, open straight!
The outer life is chilly;
Are we, too, like the earth to wait
Till next year for our Lily?*
— Oh, my own baby on my knees,
My leaping, dimpled treasure.
At every word I write like these.
Clasped close with stronger pressure I
Too well my own heart understands, —
At every word beats fuller, —
My little feet, my little hands.
And hair of Lily's color.
But God gives patience, Love learns strength,
And Faith remembers promise.
And Hope itself can smile at length
On other hopes gone from us.
Love, strong as Death, shall conquer Death,
Through struggle, made more glorious :
* " Lily," the pet name of the child.
A Child's Grave at Florence, 307
This mother stills her sobbing breath,
Renouncing yet victorious.
Arms, empty of her child, she lifts
With spirit unbereaven, —
" God will not take back all His gifts ;
My Lily's mine in heaven.
Still mine! maternal rights serene,
Not given to another!
The crystal bars shine faint between
The souls of child and mother.
Meanwhile," the mother cries, "content I
Our love was well divided :
Its sweetness following where she went.
Its anguish stayed where I did.
Well done of God, to halve the lot,
And give her all the sweetness ;
To us, the empty room, and cot, —
To her, the Heaven's completeness.
To us, this grave, — to her, the rows
The mystic palm-trees spring in;
To us, the silence in the house, —
To her, the choral singing.
For her, to gladden in God's view, —
For us, to hope and bear on,
Grow, Lily, in thy garden new
Beside the Rose of Sharon !
Grow fast in Heaven, sweet Lily clipped,
In love more calm than this is.
And maj' the angels, dewy-lipped.
Remind thee of our kisses!
While none shall tell thee of our tears.
These human tears now falling.
Till, after a few patient years,
One home shall take us all in —
Child, father, mother — who left out?
Not mother, and not father!
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3o8 A Messenger of Heaven,
And when, our dying couch about,
The natural mists shall gather, —
Some smiling angel close shall stand,
In old Correggio's fashion,
And bear a Lily in his hand,
For death's Annunciation."
A MESSENGER OF HEAVEN.
Mrs. Hemans.
No bitter tears for thee be shed.
Blossom of being! seen and gone.
With flowers alone we strew thy bed,
O blest departed One !
Whose all of life, a rosy ray,
Blush'd into dawn and pass'd away.
Yes! thou art fled, ere guilt had power
To stain thy cherub soul and form;
Closed is the soft ephemeral flower,
That never felt a storm !
$ The sunbeam's smile, the zephyr's breath,
All that it knew from birth to death.
Thou wert so like a form of light,
That Heaven benignly call'd thee hence
Ere yet the world could breathe one blight
O'er thy sweet innocence :
And thou, that brighter home to bless,
Art pass'd with all thy loveliness !
Oh ! hadst thou still on earth remained,
Vision of beauty! fair, as brief!
How soon thy brightness had been stain'd
With passion or with grief!
Now not a sullying breath can rise
To dim thy glory in the skies.
The Garden Rosebud, 309
We rear no marble o'er thy tomb, -
No sculptured image there shall mourn;
Ah ! fitter far the vernal bloom
Such dwelling to adorn ;
Fragrance and flowers and dews must be
The only emblems meet for thee.
Thy grave shall be a blessed shrine,
Adorn'd with nature's brightest wreath ;
Each glowing season shall combine
Its incense there to breathe ;
And oft upon the midnight air
Shall viewless harps be murmuring there.
THE GARDEN ROSEBUD.
Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe.
{In Memory of Amite, ivho died at Milan, June 6^ i860.)
In the fair gardens of celestial peace,
Walketh a Gardener in meekness clad;
Fair are the flowers that wreathe His dewy locks,
And His mysterious eyes are sweet and sad.
Fair are the silent foldings of His robes.
Falling with saintly calmness to His feet:
And when He walks, each floweret to His will
With living pulse of sweet accord doth beat.
Every green leaf thrills to its tender heart.
In the mild summer radiance of His eye;
No fear of storm, or cold, or bitter frost,
Shadows the flowerets when their sun is nigh.
3IO The Garden Rosebud,
And all our pleasant haunts of earthly love
Are nurseries to those gardens of the air;
And His far-darting eye, with starry beam,
Watcheth the growing of His treasures there.
We call them ours, o'erwept with selfish tears,
O'erwatched with restless longings night and day;
Forgetful of the high, mysterious right
He holds to bear our cherished plants away.
But when some sunny spot in those bright fields
Needs the fair presence of an added flower,
Down sweeps a starry angel in the night;
At morn the rose has vanished from our bower.
Where stood our tree, our flower, there is a gravel
Blank, silent, vacant, but in worlds above;
Like a new star outblossom'd in the skies,
The angels hail an added flower of love.
Dear friend, no more upon that lonely mound,
Strewed with the red and yellow autumn leaf,
Drop thou the tear, but raise the fainting ej^e
Beyond the autumn mists of earthly grief.
Thy garden rosebud bore within its breast
Those mysteries of color, warm and bright,
That the bleak climate of this lower sphere
Could never waken into form and light.
Yes, the sweet Gardener has borne her hence,
Nor must thou ask to take her thence away;
Thou shalt behold her in some coming hour,
Full-blossom'd in His fields of cloudless day I
"6> Little Child r' 311
"O LITTLE CHILD!"
J. Stanyan Bigg, Ulverston.
Not always are we in the weary mart;
Not always are we plodding in the streets.
We, in our rural home, when the gray dusk
Falls upon copse and meadow, saunter out.
And do not talk, but think of thee, O child !
And in the night, when heavy hearts are hushed,
In the deep night we hear the beating rain,
And in the beating rain the wailing wind,
And in the wailing wind a cry, a low,
Soft cry, not as of agony, but bliss, —
A silvery cry, as though we heard a thrill
Of spirit-music, far beyond the rain,
Beyond the wailings of the wind, beyond
The storms and gloomy reaches of the night, —
Out of the golden spaces far beyond :
And then we dream. We do but dream, O child !
O little child! that camest, and art gone,
That wert our child, and art our child no more.
We dream thou hast not yet forgotten us.
But yearnest from thy starry home, as we
Yearn towards the heavens for thee. We do but dream,
And in our dreamings are not quite forlorn.
Thy room is here, sweet babe ! We enter it,
The room, but oh ! the child. Thy little bed
Is white in moonlight; — oh ! for the beauteous form.
Thy toys are trembling in our palms ; — but oh !
The tiny, dimpled hands that fingered them.
The stairs are here ; — but oh ! the little feet !
Gone ! Gone for ever ! Yet we hope to reach
The heaven that holds thee; and with humble hearts,
Thank God for thee, O child ! We know that thou
Art seeing now, and not as in a dream.
312 The Dying Mothe7' and her Child,
The things we long for, and shall never see
Until we join thee in the after-world; —
Thee, little child ! who earnest, and art gone,
Who wert our child, and art our child no more,
Being familiar with the floor of heaven.
And dwelling nigh unto the throne of God !
THE DYING MOTHER AND HER CHILD.
Robert Pollok, A.M.
Our sighs were numerous, and profuse our tears;
For she we lost was lovely, and we loved
Her much. Fresh in our memory, as fresh
As yesterday, is yet the day she died.
It was an April day; and blithely all
The youth of Nature leaped beneath the sun,
And promised glorious manhood; and our hearts
Were glad, and round them danced the lightsome blood«
In healthy merriment, when tidings came
A child was born ; and tidings came again
That she who gave it birth was sick to death.
So swift trod sorrow on the heels of joy !
We gathered round her bed, and bent our knees
In fervent supplication to the Throne
Of Mercy, and perfumed our prayers with sighs
Sincere, and penitential tears, and looks
Of self-abasement; but we sought to stay
An angel on the earth, a spirit ripe
For heaven ; and Mercy, in her love, refused :
Most merciful, as oft, when seeming least!
Most gracious when she seemed the most to frown!
The room I well remember, and the bed
On which she lay, and all the faces, too,
That crowded dark and mournfully around.
The Dying Mother and her Child. 313
Her father there, and mother, bending, stood;
And down their aged cheeks fell many drops
Of bitterness. Her husband, too, was there,
And brothers, and they wept; her sisters, too,
Did weep and sorrow, comfortless ; and I
Too wept, though not to weeping given : and all
Within the house was dolorous and sad.
This 1 remember well ; but better still
I do remember, and will ne'er forget.
The dying eye ! That eye alone was bright,
And brighter grew as nearer death approached :
As I have seen the gentle little flower
Look fairest in the silver beam which fell
Reflected from the thunder-cloud, that soon
Came down, and o'er the desert scattered far
Apd wide its loveliness. She made a sign
To bring her babe : 'twas brought, and by her placed.
She looked upon its face, that neither smiled
Nor wept, nor knew who gazed upon 't ; and laid
Her hand upon its little breast, and sought
For it, with look that seem'd to penetrate
The heavens, unutterable blessings, such
As God to dying parents only granted,
For infants left behind them in the world.
" God keep my child ! " we heard her say, and heard
No more. The Angel of the Covenant
Was come, and, faithful to His promise, stood
Prepared to walk with her through death's dark vale.
And now her eyes grew bright, and brighter still,
Too bright for ours to look upon, suffused
With many tears, and closed without a cloud.
They set, as sets the morning star, which goes
Not down behind the darkened west, nor hides
Obscured among the tempests of the sky,
But melts away into the light of heaven.
314 ^^ The Dew-drops Gone,^^
JESUS IN THE STORM.
Rev. Dr. Alex. Wallace, Glasgow.
. Sad, sad thoughts and weary
Had preyed upon my mind;
A darkness deep and dreary
Had made me sick and blind.
But now upon the ocean
Of troubled thoughts I see
My Saviour's graceful motion :
He Cometh unto me.
The winds and waves He stilleth,
And all is calm again;
My soul with life He filleth.
Like sunshine after rain.
The eye of faith is beaming
With joy sen-t from above ;
The rainbow cloud is streaming,
The pledge of constant love.
My loosened tongue adoreth
The greatness of His might;
His smile alone restoreth
The darken'd soul to light.
*'THE DEW-DROPS GONE."
John Critchley Prince, Lancashire.
*'Oh, dearest mother! tell me, pray.
Why are the dew-drops gone so soon?
Could they not stay till close of day
To sparkle on the flowery spray,
Or on the fields till noon.^"
" The Dew-drofs Gone,''' 315
The mother gazed upon her boy,
Earnest with thought beyond his years,
And felt a sharp and sad annoy,
That meddled with her deepest joy;
But she restrained her tears.
*'My child, 'tis said such beauteous things,
Too often loved with vain excess,
Are swept away by angel wings,
Before contamination clings
To their frail loveliness.
Behold yon rainbow, brightening yet!
To which all mingled hues are given;
There are thy dew-drops, grandly set
In a resplendent coronet
Upon the brow of heaven.
No stain of earth can reach them there.
Woven with sunbeams there they shine,
A transient vision of the air,
But yet a symbol, pure and fair.
Of love and peace divine."
The boy gazed upward into space.
With eager and inquiring eyes.
Whilst o'er his sweet and thoughtful face
Came a faint glory, and a grace
Transmitted from the skies.
Ere the last odorous sigh of May,
That child lay down beneath the sod!
Like dew his young soul passed away,
To mingle with the brighter day
That veils the throne of God.
Mother! thy fond, foreboding heart
Truly foretold thy loss and pain ;
But thou didst choose the patient part
Of resignation to the smart,
And owned thy loss his gain.
3i6 The Rosebuds,
THE ROSEBUDS.
Rev. William M. Taylor, A.M., Liverpool.
A ROSE-TREE bj mj house-side I did plant,
And in its growing I took great delight;
I nailed its branches to the wall, and watched
Them spread, until thej wreathed my window round
With leafy beauty. Every time I looked
Abroad, its verdure feasted my glad eyes ;
And when, returning from my vineyard work
At night, I sought my home, I lingered still
Upon the threshold, that once more I might.
Before I slept, behold its loveliness
Each little spray I knew, its very leaves
I numbered, and with rapture saw at length.
One morning, 'mid the sparkling drops of dew.
Its virgin buds peep out, their conic forms
All fringed with mossy softness, and the white
Beneath half covered, half revealed. I clapped
My hands for joy, and called my friends and showed
My new discovered riches. Nine there were.
All lovely, and I said, with heart sincere, —
** As each one ripens to its fragrance full,
I'll give it to my Lord ; " for this had been
My purpose from the planting of the tree;
And this it was that made my joy so rich.
I left my home that morning as my wont,
Only my heart was blither than sometimes,
And, at my work, I thought full oft about
My rosebuds, wondering much what like they'd be
At my return, and almost wishing that
The day were done, that I might see them still
Again. The evening came, I hastened home,
And looked ; and lo ! there were no more than seven I
Some hand had plucked the other two, and left
The stem on which they grew a broken thing.
Parental Consolation. 317
I sighed, and cried, and wept, and like to her,
Whose bitter wail of old made Ramah sad,
I would not be consoled. Long time I stood
And gazed in blank perplexity. I could
Not speak for tears ; but when I turned I saw
My Lord himself, with my twain buds upon
His breast. "I gathered them," He said, and that
Was all ; but yet it was enough to soothe
My wounded spirit; so I calmly said, —
*' For Thee, dear Lord, I meant-them from the first;
I thought, indeed, to keep them till full blown,
And then present them at their best to Thee,
Not deeming that Thou caredst for them thus.
But, as Thou wilt, Thy best is best, and if
I erred in my poor thoughts, forgive, nor chide
My tears. That which I had designed for them
At last, is given me, only sooner than
I first had planned. But my great end is gained,
And since Thou wear'st them on Thy breast, ' It's well ! '**
PARENTAL CONSOLATION.
Rev. John Guthrie, M.A., Glasgow.
When troubles like a tempest sweep.
And tides of fierce temptation roll.
As deep, remorseless, calls to deep.
Around my whelmed and sinking soul ;
Lo ! He is near, my Saviour dear.
Who trode affliction's path;
Who walked the wave, despoiled the grave,
And plucked the sting from death.
If in bereavement's bitter cup
Some dregs continue to the end.
As memory wakes the image up
Of parent, brother, sister, friend;
3i8 Resigned in Hope,
Mj Lord who wept o'er him that slept,
And soothed the sisters twain,
From heaven on high, with tender eje,
Still marks the mourner's pain.
When weeping o'er my children's grave,
As if to rescue from its gloom
The golden hopes that childhood gave.
Now quenched and buried in their tomb;
Thou fondling arm, thou bosom warm,
Where babes of old were pressed,
I joy to see my lambs with Thee,
Safe folded on Thj breast!
If infants none in heaven were found.
To glad its golden street,
*0- But only star-bright victors crowned,
Then heaverr were incomplete.
Such stars may gem Christ's diadem,
Yet infants too have place;
These flowerets young are garlands strung,
Sweet trophies of His grace.
RESIGNED IN HOPE.
William T. M'Auslane, Glasgow.
Our little boy is gone !
His gladsome voice, whose music lately filled
Our homes and hearts, is now for ever stilled!
How changed his looks ! Closed are his bright eyes now;
Pale is his cheek, as marble cold his brow;*
Those limbs, before so active, are at rest.
The spring is broken, motionless the breast,
Life, light, and joy are flown !
To a Bereaved Mother, 319
Oh, earthly hopes, how vain !
Frail is the fabric, fair though it appear,
Which on uncertain human life we rear;
Before some sudden storm it yields away,
A ruin lies, and sinks into decay.
So have our hopes of what, in future days,
Our boy might prove, crumbled before our gaze,
Ne'er to revive again !
But why should we repine?
Our darling child was only ours in loan,
God, when he lent him, tent what was His own.
And shall we feel displeased He now should come
To claim and take him to the Heavenly Home?
Oh, rather let us, though 'tis sad to part.
Yield up the loved one, and, with thankful heart,
Bow to the will Divine!
Then let our tearful eyes
Turn from the little tenement of clay
From which the ransom'd soul has passed away;
Let us behold, by faith, that land so fair,
Now dearer to us that our boy is there.
And may we seek to join him on that shore
Where, when we meet, we meet to part no more,
But dwell beyond the skies.
TO A BEREAVED MOTHER.
Rev. Henry Batchelor, Glasgow.
The life ethereal, sublime,
Wastes not beneath the senseless clod.
The folded bud has changed its clime,
And opens in the light of God;
The soul its mortal chrysalis has riven,
And spreads its wings a seraph bright in heaven.
320 " The Angels Singing"
THE CONTRAST.
Rev. a. Wallace, D.D., Glasgow.
Weep not for me : the smoking flax
Shall flame in heaven a radiant star;
The bruised reed shall stronger wax,
In grace and strength surpassing far
The cedar on the mountain's brow, —
No withered, wavering weakling now,
But fairest workmanship of love,
A pillar in the courts above.
"THE ANGELS SINGING."
James D. Burns, M.A., London.
I HEARD the angels singing
As they went up through the sky,
A sweet infant's spirit bringing
To its Father's house on high :
" Happy thou, so soon ascended.
With thy shining raiment on !
Happy thou, whose race is ended
With a crown so quickly won !
Hushed is now thy lamentation.
And the first words to thee given
Will be words of adoration
In the blessed speech of Heaven ;
For the blood thou mightst have slighted
Hath now made thee pure within.
And the evil seed is blighted
That had ripened unto sin.
Not Dead but Changed, 321
" We will lead thee bj a river,
Where the flowers are blooming fair;
We will sing to thee for ever,
For no night may darken there.
Thou shalt walk in robes of glory;
Thou shalt wear a golden crown ;
Thou shalt sing Redemption's storj,
With the saints around the throne.
"Thou shalt see that better country,
Where a tear-drop never fell, —
Where a foe made never entry.
And a friend ne'er said farewell
Where, upon the radiant faces
That will shine on thee alway,
Thou shalt never see the traces
Of estrangement or decay.
"Thee we bear, a lily-blossom
To a sunnier clime above;
There to lay thee in a bosom
Warm with more than mother's love.
Happy thou, so timely gathered
From a region cold and bare.
To bloom on, a flower unwither'd.
Through an endless summer there I **
NOT DEAD, BUT CHANGED.
William Freeland, Glasgow.
Late living, and now dead ! O beauteous boy.
So early dead, who wast so late a joy !
Ah, me! how still and strange
Is this God's dream of change !
Transfigured in the light of death.
Thou seemest breathing without breath !
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322 The Lambs all Safely Folded.
How shall we fill our hearts with other glee,
Who loved, of all the world, but thee — but thee !
Can ever we behold
So sweet a bud unfold?
O pale cold snowdrop of our married spring,
How deep God pierces with so slight a thing!
So slight a thing! Man's pyramids shall yield
Their high borne heads unto the humblest field :
Each ancient star and sun
Shall crumble one by one :
But thou, who keep'st with death such early tryste,
Shalt bloom eternal in the realms of Christ !
THE LAMBS ALL SAFELY FOLDED.
I LOVED them so.
That when the Elder Shepherd of the fold
Came, covered with the storm, and pale and cold,
And begged for one of my sweet lambs to hold,
I bade Him go.
He claimed the pet;
A little fondling thing, that to my breast
Clung always, either in quiet or unrest;
I thought of all my lambs I loved him best,
And yet — and yet —
. I laid him down,
In those white shrouded arms, with bitter tears ;
For some voice told me that, in after years.
He should know nought of passion, grief, or fears,
As I had known.
The Larnbs all Safely Folded. 323
And jet again
That Elder Shepherd came; my heart grew faint:
He claim'd another lamb, with sadder plaint.
Another! She, who, gentle as a saint,
Ne'er gave me pain.
Aghast I turned away;
There sat she, lovely as an angel's dream,
Her golden locks with sunlight all agleam.
Her holy eyes with heaven in their beam ;
I knelt to pray :
"Is it Thy will.?
My Father! say, must this pet lamb be given.?
Oh, Thou hast many such, dear Lord, in heaven ! "
And a soft voice said, "Nobly hast thou striven;
But — peace, be still ! "
Oh, how I wept
And clasped her to my bosom, with a wild
And yearning love, — my lamb, my pleasant child !
Her, too, I gave : the little angel smiled,
And slept !
" Go ! go! " I cried :
For, once again, that Shepherd laid His hand
Upon the noblest of our household band :
Like a pale spectre, there He took His stand,
Close to his side.
And yet how wondrous sweet
The look with which He heard my passionate cry :
"Touch not my lamb — for him, oh, let me die I"
*' A little while," he said, with smile and sigh,
" Again to meet."
324 The Lambs all Safely Folded.
Hopeless I fell;
And when I rose, the light had burned so low,
So faint, I could not see my darling go.
He had not bidden me farewell ; but, ah 1
Yfelt farewell —
More deeply far
Than if my arms had compass'd that slight frame;
Though could I but have heard him breathe my name,
" Dear mother! " but in heaven 'twill be the same;
There burns my star !
He will not take
Another lamb, I thought; for only one
Of the dear fold is spared to be my sun.
My guide, my mourner when this life is done;
My heart would break.
Oh, with what thrill
I heard Him enter; but I did not know
(For it was dark) that he had robbed me so;
The idol of my soul, — lie could not go !
Oh, heart be still!
Came morning: can I tell
How this poor frame its sorrowful tenant kept,?
For waking tears were mine ; I, sleeping, wept,
And days, months, years, that weary vigil kept.
Alas, "Farewell!"
How often it is said !
I sit and think, and wonder, too, sometime.
How it will seem, when, in that happier clime,
It never will ring out like funeral chime
Over the dead.
The Day Dawn. 325
No tears ! no tears !
Will there a day come that I shall not weep?
For I bedew my pillow in mj sleep.
Yes, yes, thank God, no grief that clime shall keep !
No weary years.
Ay, " It is well! "
Well with my lambs, and with their earthly guide :
There, pleasant rivers wander they beside.
Or strike sweet harps upon its silver tide !
Ay, " It is well! "
Through the dreary day
They often come from glorious light to me ;
I cannot feel their touch, their faces see,
Yet, my soul whispers, thej^ do come to me ;
Heaven is not far away!
THE DAY DAWN.
Rev. Richard Cecil.
[The following lines were written by the revered Author, on the death of
his infant, who departed at ^i3y-break.]
Cease here longer to detain me.
Fondest mother, drowned in woe;
Now thy kind caresses pain me :
Morn advances, let me go.
See yon orient streak appearing,
Harbinger of endless day:
Hark, a voice the darkness cheering.
Calls my new-born soul away.
326 The Day Dawn.
Lately launched, a trembling stranger,
On the world's wild, boisterous flood,
Pierced with sorrows, tossed with danger,
Gladly I return to God.
Now my cries shall cease to grieve thee,
Now my trembling heart finds rest;
Kinder arms than thine receive me,
Softer pillow than thy breast.
Weep not o'er those eyes that languish,
Upward turning to their home ;
Raptured, they'll forget all anguish,
While they wait to see thee come.
There, my mother, pleasures centre;
Weeping, parting, care, or woe
Ne'er our Father's house shall enter:
Morn advances, let me go !
As through this calm, this holy dawning.
Silent glides my parting breath.
To an everlasting morning.
Gently close my eyes in death.
Blessings endless, richest blessings.
Pour their streams upon thine heart,
(Though no language yet possessing)
Breathes my spirit ei-e we part.
Yet to leave thee sorrowing rends me.
Though again His voice I hear :
Rise ! may every grace attend thee;
Rise, and seek to meet me there!
^
The Three Sons.^^ 327
THE THREE SONS.'
John Moultrie.
I HAVE a son, a third sweet son ; his age I cannot tell,
For they reckon not bj years and months where he is gone
to dwell.
To us, for fourteen anxious months, his infant smiles were
given,
And then he bade farewell to earth, and went to live in
Heaven.
I cannot tell what form his is, what looks he weareth now,
Nor guess how bright a glory crowns his shining seraph
brow.
The thoughts which fill his sinless soul, the bliss which he
doth feel.
Are numbered with the secret things which God will not
reveal.
But I know (for God hath told me this) that he is now at
rest.
Where other blessed infants be, on their Saviour's loving
breast.
I know his spirit feels no more this weary load of flesh.
But his sleep is blessed with endless dreams of joys for
ever fresh.
I know the angels fold him close beneath their glittering
wings.
And soothe him with a song that breathes of Heaven's
divinest things.
Iknow that we shall meet our babe (his mother dear and I),
Where God for aye shall wipe away all tears from every
eye.
328 "i7(? is not There'''
Whate'er befalls his brethren twain, his bliss can never
cease ;
Their lot may here be grief and fear, but his is certain
peace.
It may be that the tempter's wiles their souls from bliss
may sever;
But, if our own poor faith fail not, he must be ours for
ever.
When we think of what our darling is, and what we still
must be ;
When we muse on that world's perfect bliss, and this
world's misery;
When we groan beneath this load of sin, and feel this
grief and pain, —
Oh ! we'd rather lose our other two, than have him here
again.
*'HE IS NOT THERE."
John Pierpont.
I CANNOT make him dead !
His fair sunshiny head
Is ever bounding round my study-chair;
Yet, when my eyes, now dim
With tears, I turn to him,
The vision vanishes — he is not there!
I walk my parlor floor.
And, through the open door,
I hear a footfall on the chamber stair;
I'm stepping toward the hall
To give the boy a call ;
And then bethink me that — he is not there!
^^
"^^ He is not There,^^ 329
I thread the crowded street,
A satchell'd lad I meet,
With the same beaming eyes and colored hair;
And as he's running bj,
Follow him with mj eye,
Scarcely believing that — he is not there.
I know his face is hid
Under the coffin lid;
Closed are his eyes; cold is his forehead fair;
My hand that marble felt ;
O'er it in prayer I knelt;
Yet my heart whispers that — he is not there.
I cannot make him dead !
When passing by the bed,
So long watched over with parental care,
My spirit and my eye
Seek it inquiringly.
Before the thought comes that — he is not there!
When at the cool, gray break
Of day, from sleep I wake,
With my first breathing of the morning air.
My soul goes up, with joy.
To Him who gave my boy,
Then comes the sad thought that — he is not there!
When at the day's calm close.
Before we seek repose,
I'm, with his mother, offering up our prayer.
Or evening anlhems tuning,
In spirit I'm communing
With our boy's spirit, though — he is not there!
Not there! — Where, then, is he?
The form I used to see
Was but the raiment that he used to wear :
330 The Good Shepherd and the Lamb,
The grave, that now doth press
Upon that cast-ofF dress,
Is but his wardrobe locked; — he is not there I
He lives! — In all the past
He lives; nor, to the last,
Of seeing him again will I despair.
In dreams I see him now;
And, on his angel brow,
I see it written, " Thou shalt see me there ! '*
Yes, we all live to God !
Father! Thj chastening rod
So help us, Thine afflicted ones, to bear,
That, in the spirit-land.
Meeting at Thy right hand,
'Twill be our heaven to find that — Thou art iberef
THE GOOD SHEPHERD AND THE LAMB.
Meinhold.
Gentle Shepherd, Thou hast still'd
Now Thy little lamb's long weeping;
Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild,
In its narrow bed 'tis sleeping!
And no sigh of anguish sore
Heaves that little bosom more.
In this world of care and pain,
Lord, Thou wouldst no longer leave it;
To the sunny heavenly plain.
Dost Thou now with joy receive it.
Clothed in robes of spotless white,
Now it dwells with Thee in light.
" The Evening Star'' 331
Ah, Lord Jesus ! grant that we
Where it lives may soon be living;
And the lovely pastures see
That its heavenly food are giving; .
Then the gain of death we prove,
Though Thou take what most we love.
"THE EVENING STAR."
. (From the "Christian Treasury.")
She was " the evening star " I thought would shine
Upon my path, as I, with years decline,
Thought I should watch its lustre softer glow,
Cheering my weary pilgrimage below;
But God has set my bright and gentle star
In heaven afar.
She was my flower : the sad pathway of life.
So full, to sinful man, of care and strife.
Was by her presence stripped of many a thorn,
Making my trials easier to be borne.
My flower is now in realms of holy light.
In glory bright.
Yes, she is there ; for, while on earth in pain,
She loved supremely her Redeemer's name;
Now she is with Him, near His throne she stands,
Rests in His arms, one of His folded lambs.
Soon shall we meet before that glorious throne,
My little one.
Yes, there's my child; I see, with eye of faith,
Her happy spirit free from sin and death;
She is a jewel on her Saviour's brow;
Low at His feet her crown she loves to throw;
While He, enthroned in love and mercy mild,
Smiles on mv child.
332 Gone to Paradise.
Shall I then grieve my precious one is where
She doth the golden crown and white robe wear?
No ; rather would I joy that she is free,
And wait vay Father's summons patiently,
To join with her the heavenly blessed throng,
In glorious song.
GONE TO PARADISE.
Charles Wesley.
Wherefore should I make my moan,
Now the darling child is dead.?
He to rest is early gone,
He to Paradise is fled !
I shall go to him, but he
Never shall return to me.
God forbids his longer stay,
God recalls the precious loan !
He hath taken him away.
From my bosom to His own.
Surely what He wills is best;
Happy in His will I rest.
Faith cries out, " It is the Lord !
Let Him do what seems Him good :
Be Thy holy name adored,
Take the gift awhile bestowed;
Take the child, no longer mine;
Thine he is, for ever Thine! "
Ej^itafhs oil Infants, , 333
THE HIGHEST RANK IN HEAVEN.
Ralph Erskine.
In heavenly choirs a question rose,
That stirred up strife will never close;
*' What rank of all the ransomed race
Owes highest praise to Sovereign grace?"
Babes thither caught from womb and breast
Claimed right to sing above the rest;
Because they found the happy shore
They never saw nor sought before.
EPITAPHS ON INFANTS.
Robert Robinson.
Bold infidelity, turn pale and die !
Beneath this stone four infants' ashes lie ;
Say, are they lost or saved?
If death's by sin, they sinned, for they lie here :
If heaven's by works, in heaven they can't appear.
Reason, ah, how depraved !
Revere the Bible's sacred page, the knot's untied ;
They died, for Adam sinned : they live, for Jesus died I
Wm. Cowper.
Bewail not much, my parents ! me, the prey
Of ruthless Hades, and sepulchred here.
An infant, in my fifth scarce finish'd year,
He found all sportive, innocent, and gay,
Your young Callimachus ; and if I knew
Not many joys, my griefs were also few.
334 E^itafhs on Iiifants.
Thomas Aird.
The glistening infant dies in its first laugh,
Like flower whose fragrance is its epitaph.
Peace to mj Judith in the grave! she died in her young
days,
God took her to Himself, and I blessed the Almighty's
ways. ^
Mrs. Hemans.
Thou, that canst gaze upon thine own fair coy,
And hear his prayer's low murmur at thy knee,
And o'er his slumber bend in breathless joy,
Come to this tomb! it hath a voice for thee!
Pray ! Thou art blest, — ask strength for sorrow's hour.
Love, deep as thine, lays low its broken flower.
Hartley Coleridge.
Yet, sure the babe is in the cradle blest,
Since God Himself a baby deign'd to be;
And slept upon a mortal mother's breast,
And steep'd in baby tears, — His Deity.
Hartley Coleridge.
Oh, sleep, sweet infant, for we all must sleep,
And wake like babes, that we may wake with Him
Who watches still His own from harm to keep.
And o'er them spreads the wings of cherubim.
Professor John Wilson.
No fears have we when some delightful child
Falls from its innocence into the grave;
Soon as we know its little breath is gone,
We see it lying on the Saviour's breast
A heavenly flower, there fed with heavenly dew.
Efitafhs 071 Infants. 335
R. B. Sheridan.
In some rude spot where vulgar herbage grows,
If chance a violet rear its purple head,
The careful gardener moves it ere it blows,
To thrive and flourish in a nobler bed;
Such was thy fate, dear child,
Thy opening such !
Pre-eminence in early bloom was shown;
For earth, too good, perhaps ;
And lov'd too much, —
Heaven saw, and early mark'd thee for its own.
The cup of life just to her lips she press'd.
Found the taste bitter, and declined the rest;
Then looking upward to the realms of day.
She gently sighed her little soul away.
James Cawthorn (1719).
These happy infants, early taught to shun
All that the world admires beneath the sun,
Scorn'd the weak bands mortality could tie,
And fled impatient to their native sky.
Dear, precious babes ! alas ! when fona.y wild,
A mother's heart hung melting o'er her child;
When my charm'd eye a flood of joy express'd.
And all the father kindled in my breast,
A sudden paleness seized each guiltless face.
And Death, though smiling, crept o'er every grace.
Nature, be calm ; heave not the impassion'd sigh
Nor teach one tear to tremble in mine eye;
A few unspotted moments pass'd between
Their dawn of being and their closing scene;
And sure no nobler blessing can be given.
When one short anguish is the price of heaven.
33^ Efita^hs on Infants,
Francis Davison (1635).
Wit's perfection, Beauty's wonder,
Nature's pride, the Graces' treasure,
Virtue's life, his friends' sole pleasure,
This cold marble-stone lies under,
Which is often moist with tears
For such loss in such young years.
Lovely boy, thou art not dead.
But from earth to heaven fled ;
For base earth was far unfit
For such beauty, grace, and wit.
Thou, alive on earth, sweet boy,
Hadst an angel's wit and face ;
And now dead, thou dost enjoy
In high heaven an angel's place.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
Ere Sin could blight or Sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care,
The opening bud to heaven conveyed.
And bade it blossom there.
Its balmy lips the infant blest,
Relaxing from its mother's breast,
How sweet it heaves the happy sigh
Of innocent satiety!
And such my infant's latest sigh !
Oh, tell, rude stone, the passer by
That here the pretty babe doth lie
Death sang to sleep with lullaby.
Efitafhs on Infants. 337
Samuel Wesley (1692).
Beneath, a sleeping infant lies,
To earth whose ashes lent,
More glorious shall hereafter rise,
Though not more innocent.
When the archangel's trump shall blow.
And souls and bodies join.
What crowds will wish their lives below
Had been as short as thine!
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Fi-om an Editorial Note to Volume Ten, by the Rev. JOHN Stan-
ford Holme, D.D.
" If there is a minister of the gospel in the world who is
truly cosmopolitan, that man is Charles H. Spurgeon. Mr.
Spurgeon has now ministered for many years to the largest
congregation in the world. To see him and to hear him has
become a matter of curiosity to all who visit the great metrop-
olis. But it is not on these accounts chiefly that he is a man
of general interest throughout Christendom. It is rather
that over fifteen hundred of the sermons of this one man
have been accurately reported and printed. It is that the
number of readers of these sermons has continued steadily
to increase for more than twenty years, until now they are
read weekly by hundreds of thousands wherever the English
tongue is spoken. It is, above all, that these sermons have
been blessed to the conversion and edification of multitudes
in all lands.
" Many of the causes of the wonderful popularity of this
distinguished preacher are not difficult to discover. In fresh-
ness and vigor of thought, in simplicity and purity of lan-
guage, in grasp of gospel truth, and in tact and force in its
presentation, he is perhaps without a peer in the pulpit. . . .
" It is not his manner to spin his web out of himself. The
resources from which he draws are not measured by the
strength and the store of his own faculties, but rather by
the infinite fulness of the divine word. He never preaches
from a topic. He always has a text. His text is not a mere
motto, but in it he finds his sermon. He uses his text with
as much reverence and appreciation as if those few words
were the only- words God had ever spoken. The text is the
germ which furnishes the life, — the spirit and substance of
the discourse. Every sermon has the peculiar flavor and
fragrance and color of the divine seed-truth of which it is the
growth.
" It is not surprising, therefore, that sermons so varied,
fresh, and evangelical, should have so large a circulation.
... As some of these volumes have had an issue of one
hundred thousand copies, it will be seen that the circulation
of these sermons even in this country is altogether without
precedent ; and, as the verdict of the Christian public, it
fully justifies the estimate we have placed upon them."
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