With this disciple, to commemorate His death, ere she departed hence. Oft had In holy ministrations. Seldom had He been so moved. This was the favorite lamb Of all his flock, so soon to be resigned To the great Shepherd's arms. With trembling voice Of Zion. Then he bowed in prayer. "T is well Alone, for whom they sorrowed thus, was calm, Took up the consecrated bread, and brake And gave the happy saint. "Take this," he said, "In dear remembrance of thy dying Lord, His body given for thee, and in thy heart Feed thou on him with thankfulness." Then took "drink this," he said, "and may the blood The cup; And body to eternal life." To each He gave the sacred symbols. Unto all, That chamber seemed the very gate of heaven; Was sung, and then the youthful group, with looks Kindly the old man took her hand; "fear not," He said, Her tongue refused to speak. More eloquent Her pallid face, replied, "I will not fear." With twilight's deepening shades, soft slumbers fell Upon her weary sense. Life gently ebbed Away. And as the dewy night came forth With star-gemmed brow, this heir of heaven put on Her glorious robe and her eternal crown. CHELSEA, MASS. 17* THE LOST CHILD. BY REV. T. STREET. I shall never forget the intense feeling produced in the little village of T., on the East shore of Maryland, when it was announced one bright morning that Mary A., a sweet girl of ten summers, had wandered from home and was no where to be found. Search had been made since eight o'clock, the time she was first missed, but no tidings had been gained of her. Mary was no ordinary child — a lovelier girl never graced a village or beset a human heart. Just budding from infancy into girlhood, a thousand winning charms were developing themselves, to attract the heart and love of all who knew her. I have no adequate description to give of her beauty-eyes, blue as the softest mid-summer sky-hair, yellow and waving, like molten gold a cheek rivalling the roses' richest tint - were nothing compared to the sweetness of her manner, the mildness of her tone, and the gentleness of her heart. In short, she was the idol of the whole town; and many a stranger would stop as she passed, and remark, "What a lovely child." Full of affection, she loved every body, and every body loved her in return. Was any one in distress? |