Children's stories; Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Poor -- Juvenile fiction
At length she said, "This is very kind, sir--I am going fast--I was
afraid I should never see you again in this world."
I said, "My child, are you resigned to die?"
"Quite."
"Where is your hope?"
She lifted up her finger, pointed to heaven, and then directed the same
downward to her own heart, saying successively as she did so, "Christ
_there_, and Christ _here_."
These words, accompanied by the action, spoke her meaning more solemnly
than can easily be conceived.
A momentary spasm took place. Looking towards her weeping mother, she
said, "I am very cold--but it is no matter--it will soon be over--"
She closed her eyes for about a minute, and, on opening them again, said,
"I wish, sir, when I am gone, you would tell the other children of the
parish how good the Lord has been to me, a poor sinner--tell them, that
they who seek him early will find him--tell them, that the ways of sin
and ignorance are the ways to ruin and hell--and pray tell them, sir,
from me, that Christ is indeed the Way, the Truth, and the Life--he will
in no wise cast out any that come. Tell them that I, a poor girl--"
She was quite exhausted, and sunk for a while into a torpid state, from
which, however, she recovered gradually, uttering these expressions:
"Where am I?--I thought I was going--Lord, save me!"
"My dear child, you will soon be for ever in _His_ arms who is now
guiding you by his rod and staff through the valley of the shadow of
death."
"I believe so, indeed I do," said she; "I long to be with him!--Oh, how
good, how great, how merciful!--Jesus, save me, help me through this last
trial!"
She then gave one hand to her father, the other to her mother, and said,
"God bless you, God bless you--seek the Lord--think of me when I am
gone--it may be for your good--remember your souls--oh, for Christ's sake
remember your souls--then all may be well--you cannot know what I have
felt for both of you--Lord, pardon and save my dear father and mother!"
She then took hold of her brother's hand, saying, "Thomas, I beg you to
leave off your bad ways--read the Bible--I give you mine--I have found it
a precious book. Do you not remember our little brother, who died some
years since?--he was praying to the last moment of his life. Learn to
pray while you are in health, and you will find the comfort and power of
it when you come to die; but, first of all, pray for a new heart--without
it you will never see God in heaven--your present ways lead to misery and
ruin--may the Lord turn your heart to love and follow him!"
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