The Nest in the Honeysuckles, and other Stories Part 15
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The same sweet smile lingered about his mouth, although pain and suffering had saddened that baby-face. He no longer tottered about the floor, but was confined constantly to his bed. Not there even was he to remain more than a few short weeks. The angel of death came, and bore him to the Saviour's bosom. His friends looked at the beautiful casket, and felt that the spirit which had inhabited it, and made it precious, was no more there. They committed it tearfully to the grave, and, lonely and sorrowing, returned to their desolate home. The crib was vacant--the tiny shoe had no owner--the rattle lay neglected.
There was no need of the noiseless step lest the sleeper should be awakened. Little Charley slept in death.
How sad and broken those loving hearts! Those parents were Christian parents, and they sorrowed not as those without hope. Jesus, their Saviour, had wept, and they knew their tears were not forbidden. One of the cords which bound them to earth was snapped asunder. They had one child in heaven, there to be a pure and sinless spirit in the immediate presence of his Father--G.o.d. There was comfort in the thought that Charley's tiny bark had safely pa.s.sed over the sea of life, and was securely anch.o.r.ed in the haven of eternal rest.
Charley had a brother, Willie, two years older than himself. Little could he know of death--but he knew he had no baby-brother now, and his mother told him Charley was in heaven.
"I hope, mother," said he, "the apostles will not get him."
"Why, my child?"
"Because they did not want little children to go to Jesus," was his artless reply.
This little boy has recently removed, with his parents, to the city.
He does not like it as he did the green gra.s.s and shaded fields of the country. He feels lonely without the companions.h.i.+p of the trees and the birds, and he wishes that "G.o.d would take him right up to heaven to play with Charley."
How is it with you, my dear child? Are you ready to be taken "right up to heaven?" Do you love your Saviour? Do you obey your parents? Are you truthful and conscientious? Do you study your Bible to learn all you can about G.o.d, and what he would have you be and do? Do you pray to him daily for His blessing, and ask Him to keep you from sin? Do you seek His forgiveness for all you have done that is wrong?
So live, that when the angel of death comes for you, he may carry you where Charley is, into the blessed home prepared for all who love G.o.d.
_When_ He will come, you cannot know. Be always ready, and then He will not find you unprepared.
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DARLING WILLIE.
Willie was an active little boy, just large enough to be dressed in frock and pantaloons. He was very affectionate, and everybody who knew him loved him.
When he left the green fields in the country, to come with his parents to the city, he did not feel so happy as in his pleasant home by the river side, where the wild birds sung to him, and where he could watch the branches of the old elm swaying in the breeze.
It was autumn when he came to town, and there were no flowers in the yard attached to his city home. The gra.s.s was brown and frost-bitten, and soon the white snow came and covered it. The stone walks were swept, and when it was not too cold, Willie could ride around the little square, seated on his velocipede. In his mother's parlour, he could make houses with his blocks, or stables for his tin horses, and often he went out to walk or drive with his mother, who always enjoyed taking him with her.
The winter pa.s.sed away, and every month the strong cords of love were binding him still more closely to the hearts of his friends. Spring came--the fresh gra.s.s sprung up, and the dandelions opened their blossoms in Willie's playground. How he loved to look at them! Those blades of gra.s.s, and the yellow flowers, filled his heart with gladness. His eyes sparkled, and he could scarcely stand still as he talked about them.
Willie was, one day, sitting with his grandmother by the open window.
The sun had just sunk below the horizon, and the clouds were gorgeously tinted with his parting rays. Some of them were of a rich golden hue, and others were dyed with rosy light. It was an exceedingly beautiful sunset, and Willie, who loved all nature, gazed for some time in silent admiration. Then, looking up to his grandmother's face, and pointing to the west,
"See, grandmother," said he, "what a beautiful home Charley has!"
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Charley was Willie's little brother, whom the angels had taken from earth, and carried to live with Jesus.
He thought Charley must have felt lonely when he first went to heaven; but, as he would say, "now he has got acquainted, he is very happy."
Sometimes Willie would ask his mother, "Would you be lonesome without me, mother?" It was always a pleasant thought to him that he might early die and go to Jesus.
Willie liked to look at the blue sky. Perhaps it was because he thought it was Charley's home. He watched every evening for the moon, with her silvery light, and for the twinkling stars.
At one time, a cousin of his called to see him. He brought a basket with him. Raising the cover, he said--
"Willie, come, look in my basket."
Willie came as requested.
"Oh! I know what it is! It is a rabbit for me!"
So it was. George opened the basket, and out jumped a white rabbit, with pink eyes. It was a beautiful animal. Willie capered with delight. He had a live plaything, and it pleased him more than the velocipede, or his blocks, or any of his toys.
Willie said he loved his cousin George for bringing him the rabbit, and his cousin Walter for sending it to him. They were happy because they had made him so happy.
Not long after this rabbit was added to Willie's amus.e.m.e.nts, very sad tidings came to the home of George and Walter. It was said that Willie was dead. It seemed scarcely possible--for it was only a few days since he had sent a message of love to them.
Some member of the family immediately went to town, and called on Willie's father. It was indeed true that Willie was not there! He had gone to be with the angels. G.o.d had heard his prayer. Heaven was a better, safer, happier place for him than even his pleasant home, with his fond parents, and he was taken "right up there," as he wished, to be with Charley.
Sat.u.r.day evening Willie went to his bed in apparent health. Sabbath morning he complained of not feeling entirely well, and on Wednesday he laid aside his garment of mortality, and put on the beautiful robes made white in the blood of the Lamb, in the spirit-world. He was a lovely child when he dwelt with us here below; how very lovely he must be in the bright world to which he has gone!
His mother often weeps when she thinks of him, and she misses him more than any one but a mother can. There is no one to play with his blocks, or his tin horses, or his pretty rabbit. Yet Willie is very happy, and his mother has no wish to recall him to earth, lonely and desolate as is their once cheerful home.
Willie will shed no more tears. He will never feel sad or lonely. He will suffer neither pain, nor hunger, nor weariness. But we, who love him, may weep, as did Jesus when Lazarus lay in the grave; and we shall never forget the sweet child, so full of life and love, who was given us for a little while, and then taken home to glory.
Dear children, who read about Willie, are you prepared to follow him and Charley, where they are gone to dwell with that Saviour who, when he was on earth, took little children in his arms, and blessed them, and said, "_of such is the kingdom of heaven_?"
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WIDOW CAHOON AND HER GRANDSON.
"I wish to make a call in ---- street," said a lady to me, as we together were visiting some of the poor of the city. "There is a Mrs.
Smith living there, a poor old woman nearly eighty years old. She is infirm and partially blind. She has a little grandson, and she has no means with which to take care of him. We hope to persuade her to give him to us, and let us find a good home, by adoption, for him."
It was a warm winter's morning. Snow had fallen the day before, but it was rapidly disappearing. The foot sank in the melting ma.s.s at every step. The crossings were muddy, and it required some skill to pick our way along dry-shod.
We turned into the street, and sought for the number which had been given us. We found it on the door of a low, shed-like building, old and out of repair.
"Does Mrs. Smith live here?" we inquired.
"No, ma'am."
"Is there an old lady, who is almost blind, and who has a little grandson, in the house?"--we further asked, thinking Mrs. Smith might not be known by name.
"No, ma'am. There is no such person here."
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