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“Come, poor sinner, get converted,
Sail with us thro' life's rough sea;
Glory, glory, Hallelujah!
All the sailors loudly cry;
Open to each faithful eye.” I was calling, as usual, on the 10th of November, 1853. The doctor was there, for some of these little ones had got the fever. There stood the weeping mother, and a friend. I prayed with them, and departed. Again I visited them on the 24th, and found father and mother in deep distress. Little Isaac, a lovely boy two years and eight months old, had been taken away by death on the 14th of the month. This was a great trial.
Then Mary, a fine girl nine years old, death laid its icy hand upon her. She told her parents, from the first attack, that she should not recover. One night, during her short but severe affliction, she called her father and mother to come and pray with her. Her father did so, imploring God's blessing upon his dear child. She prayed much herself, and said, “ The doctor cannot do me any good; none but Jesus can cure me.” Then she exclaimed, “I am happy; I am better
now, He has given me a clean heart, and renewed a right spirit within me. I am going to heaven to my little brother Isaac. I shall never be hungry nor thirsty; I shall never want clothes. Father and mother, you must be good and attend the meetings, and when you die you will come to heaven, then what a happy family we shall be; we shall sing “Glory, hallelujah!' for ever.” Then she commenced singing, “ Come to Jesus, he will save you.” She then said, “Father, you can lay down and sleep a short time, and then come and pray again.” After this she said but little, and on Sunday, the 20th, she breathed her last.
Hannah, five years old, was the next that was afflicted. Her spirit (on the 23rd of November) fled to Him who said, “Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” I hope this
afflictive dispensation of Divine Providence will be made a blessing to the parents and friends of the deceased ; and it is my earnest prayer, that all my young friends who read this account, will give their hearts to God; and then, when affliction comes, they may, as little Mary, say, “I am happy; I am going to heaven.” These dear children often sung the praises of God here, but now they are in a better land, and are happy for ever. They sing the Lamb in hymns above, and we in hymns below; and when you are engaged in singing pretty hymns in our Sunday-school, think about little Isaac, Mary, and Hannah, and try to follow them to heaven.
“Children who are gone to glory,
Mingle now their sweetest strains;
EVIL COMPANY. The following beautiful allegory was translated from the German
Sophronius, a wise teacher, would not suffer even his grown-up sons and daughters to associate with those whose conduct was not pure and upright.
“Dear father,” said the gentle Eulalia to him one day, when he forbade her, in company with her brother, to visit the volatile Lucinda,“ dear father, you must think us very childish, if you imagine that we should be exposed to danger by it."
The father took in silence a dead coal from the hearth, and reached it to his daughter. “It will not burn you, my child, take it."
Eulalia did so, and beliold, her beautiful white hand was soiled and blackened, and as it chanced, her white dress also.
“We cannot be too careful in handling coals,” said Eulalia, in vexation.
“Yes, truly,” said the father, “you see, my child, that coals, even if they do not burn, blacken; so it is with the company of the vicious."
OMNIPRESENCE OF GOD. ONLY grant us that God never loses sight of any one thing He has created, and that no created thing can continue to be, or to act independently of Him; and then, even upon this world, humble as it is in the great scale of astronomy, how widely diversified, and how multiplied into many thousand distinct exercises, is the attention of God ! His eye is upon every hour of my existence. His spirit is intimately present with every thought of my heart. His inspiration gives birth to every purpose within me. His hand impresses a direction on every footstep of my goings. Every breath I inhale is drawn by an energy which God deals out to me. This body, which upon the slightest derangement would become the prey of death or of woful suffering, is now at ease, because He at this moment is warding off from me a thousand dangers, and upholding the thousand movements of its complex and delicate machinery. His presiding influence keeps me through the whole current of my restless and ever changing history. When I walk by the wayside, He is along with me. When I enter into company, amid all my forgetfulness of Him, He never forgets me. In the silent watches of the night, when my eyelids have closed, and my spirit has sunk into unconsciousness, the observant eye of Him who never slumbers is upon me.
I cannot fly from his presence. Go where I will, He tends me, and watches me, and cares for me; and the same Being who is now at work in the remotest domains of Nature and of Providence, is also at my right hand, to eke out to me every moment of my being, and to uphold me in the exercise of all my feelings, and of all my faculties.
THE LEFT EYE.
A. RICH old man who resided at the extremity of the camp, quite apart from the rest, had three daughters, the youngest of whom, named Kookju, was as much distinguished for her beauty, as for her extraordinary wisdom.
One morning as he was about driving his cattle for sale to the Chan’s market-place, he begged his daughters to tell him what presents they wished him to bring them on his return. The two eldest asked him for trinkets, but the handsome Kookju said that she wanted no present, but that she had a request to make which it would be difficult and even dangerous for him to execute. Upon which the father, who loved her more than the two others, swore that he would do her wish, though it were at the price of his life. “If it be so," replied Kookju, “I beg you do as follows :-sell all your cattle except the shorttailed ox, and ask no other price for it except the Chan's left eye. The old man was startled. However, remembering his oath, and confiding in his daughter's wisdom, he resolved to do as she bade him.
After having sold all his cattle, and being asked the price of the short-tailed ox, he said that he would sell it for nothing else but the Chan's left eye. The report of this singular and daring request soon reached the ears of the Chan's courtiers. At first they admonished him not to use such an offensive speech against the sovereign ; but when they found that he persevered in his strange demand, they bound him and carried him before the Chan. The old man threw himself at the prince's feet, and confessed that his demand had been made at the request of his daughter, of whose motives he was perfectly ignorant. The Chan, suspecting that some secret must be hidden under this extraordinary request, dismissed the old man, upon the condition that he would bring him the daughter who made it.
Kookju appeared, and the Chan asked :
“ Why didst thou instruct thy father to demand my left eye ?"
“ Because I expected, my prince, that after so strange a request, curiosity would urge thee to send for me. I wish to tell thee a truth important to thyself and thy people.”
“ Name it!” “ Prince," replied Kookju, “when two persons appear before thee in a cause, the wealthy and noble generally stand on thy right hand, while the poor and humble stand on th y left. I have heard in my solitude that thou most frequently favourest the noble and the rich. This is the reason why I persuaded my father to ask for thy left eye, it being of no use to thee, since thou never seest the poor and unprotected.”
The Chan, incensed and surprised at the daring of this maiden, commanded his court to try her. The court was opened, and the President who was the eldest Lama, proposed that they should try whether her strange proceeding was the effect of malice or of wisdom.
Their first step was to send to Kookju a log of wood, cut even on all sides, ordering her to find out which was the root and which was the top. Kookju threw it into the water, and soon knew the answer on seeing the root sinking, while the top rose to the surface.
From this trial, the court was convinced that Kookju had not offended the Chan from motives of malice, but the inspiration of wisdom, granted her from above. But not 90 the Chan; his vanity was hurt; and he resolved to puzzle her with questions in order to prove that she was not wise. He therefore ordered her before him and
“On sending a number of maidens into the wood to gather apples, which of them will bring home most ?” “She,” replied Kookju,
“ who instead of climbing up the trees, remains below and picks up those which have fallen off from maturity, or the shaking of the branches.”
The Chan then led her to a fen, and asked her, “ which would be the readiest way to get over it,” and Kookju