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them from the power of the grave: I will redeem them from death : O death, I will be thy plagues.' Then our dear father,” continued Charles, “put it home to us, as our mother had done before, that it behoved us to look well to our ways, that we might come to a better
a knowledge of our own sinful natures, and being humbled, through the power of the Spirit, we might be more anxious to seek after the dear Saviour who died for us.
He then talked about our Saviour, and of all he had done for us, and of the holy life that he had led in this world, and of his humility, and of his gentleness, and of his love to little children, and of his glorious death, until I felt my heart within me all burning with love for the dear Saviour. I never felt anything like it before ; and I had so eager a desire upon me to be gone from this world, and to be with him, as I cannot describe. So we went home, and went to bed ; and when I got up in the morning, I felt the same, -only not, perhaps, quite in so lively
And it was well I had this love for my dear Saviour, and trust in him also, for about this tine it pleased God, by the Holy Spirit, to show me, even more than before, the evil nature of my own vile heart, so that I saw many things in myself which I had never dreamed of before. Oh, Master Henry! we talk of our own wicked hearts, and our sinful natures; but God must touch us before we feel these things as we should do : our hearts are desperately, and horribly wicked ; and I thank God, who has caused me to feel this before he takes me out of this world. Now if I had not known whom to fly to when I felt myself to be such a miserable fellow, I should have been very unhappy," continued little Charles : “ but I had a dear Saviour to fly to, who could save me, I knew, and who would save me, for he never turns his back on any poor sinner who comes to him ; as it is written, Whosoever cometh unto him, he will in no wise cast out. At the same time,” said
Charles, “ that I became so full of these thoughts, I became sick, and have been wasting ever since, and yet no one knows what is the matter with me: but I know that it is the will of God that I should depart hence, and be no more seen.
Henry looked hard at Charles, and said, “I don't like to hear you talk of dying; and yet I know it is wrong, because I know that you will be happier in heaven than you are here."
Oh, Master Henry!” said Charles, “I never was so happy before in all my life as since I have been ill, and have thought of going to my Saviour.”
“But did you never think of these things,” said Henry, “before you were at poor Miss Augusta's funeral ?”
• O yes, sometimes,” said Charles. “My father and mother love God very much, and as soon as we can speak, or understand anything, they try to lead us to God; and I also received much instruction from Mr. Somers. I had often, when I was a little child, some very sweet thoughts about our Saviour. member once, a long time ago, I went to take care of some sheep for Farmer Harris on Breezy Down— you know the place, Master Henry: the Down faces the west, and is covered with thyme. It was at harvest time, for I remember seeing the people at harvest work in the fields below. There, as I sat watching the sheep, I had some of the sweetest thoughts I ever had in my life; they were about our Lord Jesus Christ being the Good Shepherd ; and then I thought of the care which a good shepherd takes of his flock; and then this sweet verse came into my head, “And the Lamb shall take them, and lead them by living fountains of water; and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.'
Whilst the little boys were talking together in this manner, they saw Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild, and Lucy and Emily, walking towards them, for they were
taking their noon-day walk. As soon as Henry saw his рара, he started from his seat, and looked this way and that way, as if he was frightened, saying, “Oh, Charles; what shall I do ?”
“Go to your papa, to be sure, Master Henry," answered Charles, “ and fall down on your knees before him, and beg his pardon."
“But I am afraid,” said Henry.
you, Master Henry,” said Charles. So he took hold of his hand and pulled him forward.
It was no hard matter to get Mr. Fairchild to forgive Henry, now that he saw he was humble. “I freely forgive you, my dear boy,” said Mr. Fairchild ; “and I hope that what you have suffered these two days will be a warning to you never to rebel against
“Oh! papa, papa !” said Henry, “I have been very unhappy!”
So Henry kissed his papa and mamma, and dear sisters, and they were all happy again.
And now Mrs. Fairchild turned to little Charles, and asked if he was well : and was very sorry when she found he was not so, and that he was come to his grandmother Bush's to be nursed. She would have had him to go home to dinner with Henry, for Mrs. Fairchild would sooner have had little Charles for a companion for Henry than any other little boy in the village, knowing from Mr. Somers what an excellent child he was ; but Charles said that his grandmother's dinner was ready, and she would wait for him.
“Then come to-morrow, which is Sunday,” said Mrs. Fairchild, " and bring your grandmother with you, my dear boy.”
Little Charles bowed and thanked Mrs. Fairchild ; and as he turned to walk home to his grandmother's, Mrs. Fairchild looked after him, and said, little boy! he looks very ill; and his coat and stock
ings are very threadbare.
I will get a warm greatcoat made for him, and we will knit him some woollen stockings immediately.”
Henry spent the rest of the day joyfully with his papa and mamma and sisters ; and when he went to his bed at night, he sang a hymn and prayed. You will see by his hymn and prayer that he had not forgotten his discourse with Charles Trueman.
A Prayer that God would remove his Anger.
O Lord God Almighty, I have sinned, and am very wicked! Oh, who can tell the evil of
heart! I am more to be blamed than other sinners, because I once knew what it was to be at peace with God. Oh, how happy was I when I felt that God loved me; but I have made my God very angry by my
sinful behaviour ; I have grieved him who bled for me upon the cross; I have driven the Holy Spirit from my heart;
and now I am very unhappy! O blessed Redeemer, plead for me before the Father's throne. I am all sinful, but thou who diedst for me art fair : plead, therefore, thy blood shed for me, and entreat thy holy Father to forgive me. And, O Holy Spirit, return into my evil heart! O return! return! and cleanse my heart, and rule and guide me; so that I may
be able to behave well to my dear parents and teachers, and to be modest and humble and obedient; for of myself, O Lord God, I can do no one good thing.
Now to God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost, be all glory and honour for ever and ever.
MY SAVIOUR ! let me hear thy voice
But gently whisper peace,
To celebrate thy grace.
And speak my sins forgiven;
Sweet as the harps of heaven.
The darkest path I'll tread;
And mingle with the dead.
No other fears we know;
Will all things else bestow.
A HAPPY DEATH.
Mrs. FAIRCHILD had invited little Charles and his grandmother Mary Bush to dine with her the next day, which was Sunday ; but it rained so hard that Mrs. Bush could not come out; and it continued to be very rainy all the week, so that Henry did not see Charles Trueman till the Sunday afterwards, when he and his grandmother came in just before dinner. In the mean time Mrs. Fairchild had prepared a warm great coat, of coarse but soft gray cloth, for little Charles, and two pairs of woollen stockings; and Mrs. Barker, who had seen Mrs. Fairchild and Lucy knitting the stockings, had added to the present a pair of comfortable thick shoes. All these things were ready when Mrs. Bush and Charles came into Mrs. Fairchild's kitchen, just as Betty