"Let little children come to Me,' His lambs He carries in His arms, "Oh, mother, I shall soon be there, The angels won't be long; They'll take me up, and I shall then Where children sing of Christ who died, As night came down an angel passed He freed the spirit from its cage, And bore it to the sky; And when the eastern clouds shone red, The little suffering boy lay dead. E. S. P. “Do You?” T is said that little pitchers have long ears, by which I suppose is meant that children hear more than is intended for them to notice. This they certainly do, and what is more, they often ask very inconvenient questions on what they hear. An illustration of this lately occurred where I was visiting, and made me feel uncomfortable in the presence of two dearlyloved friends; but the lesson the unconscious child taught me has left so deep an impression, that I should feel culpable were I to bury the incident in oblivion. Visitors were announced at a house where I was also a caller, and, as became Christians, the conversation quickly turned to the subject dearest to all of our hearts-the love of God-when my host, with unusual earnestness, besought a young friend, who had accompanied the older friends, to keep close to the Word of God, as the only safe guide for a consistent walk in the paths of godliness. It had either escaped observation that "the mite, Dora," was still present, or else she was supposed to be too busy fitting a new dress on her doll to notice anything else passing in the room, when, just as Mr. A. had raised his voice to repeat for the third time, "Keep close to God's Word," we were all startled by a small voice asking in equally earnest tones, “Does you, papa ?” A pause ensued, during which we all had time to scan each other's faces with an inquiring expression, as though the "Does you?" rang through each mind demanding a reply. At last the dear child's father said in a rather confused manner, "I hope so, my love!" and on Dora's merely saying, "For torse you does," an uncomfortable silence again fell on the party, and we were all greatly relieved when the lady of the house appeared. But the relief was not for long, for when, at another turn of the conversation, this lady was sending a message of condolence to a neighbour in sorrow, beseeching her to recollect that the Lord does not willingly afflict, and that if we would only call to remembrance His former mercies, 1 we should not faint under His corrective hand, little Dora again broke in on us with the home-thrust, "Does you, dear mamma ?" 1 "I hope so, my darling," was again the unsatisfactory answer. And unsatisfactory it was, at any rate, to the little girl, for turning back to her doll she lisped, with a shake of her pretty head, "I soud say, 'Yes, my darling,' right out." It was impossible to pass this second remark over without notice, not so much for the sake of vindicating my friend, but because, young and unreasoning as the child was, it might injure her unformed Christian principles, were the wavering "Hope so" to take precedence in her young mind of the firm and beautiful "I do" of the believing soul. 1 Psa. lxxvii. 10, II. Calling her, therefore, to his knee, her father asked, “And why should my little girl say yes to this" Without a moment's hesitation she looked artlessly up into his face, and said, "'Cos I is quite sure dear mamma doesn't forget. She taught me my pretty text, 'Forget not none of His ben'fits,' and she says ben'fits is the mercies we have evely day; so she soudn't say, 'Hope so;' soud you, mammy dear ?" and the sweet young face smiled round to "mammy dear" for a corroborative word. But her eyes were full of tears, and her voice too quivering for speech.. Presently, however, she replied to us all: "How marked is the difference between hope and faith! Even this dear babe perceives it. Hope may anchor the soul to the rock, but faith climbs and stands safely on it. Hope looks forward to the promised land, but faith, enters it at once, and takes full possession." "All the difference between 'There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God,' and 'We which have believed do enter into rest,'" 2 I ventured to remark, when my friend (the child's father) exclaimed heartily: "Do not let us be cowards! Hope is a blessed Christian grace, and supports as we walk through the deep waters; but faith-ah, what does faith do? it divides the waters, and enables us to pass over dryshod. Oh no, my littlebabe is right, the Christian should have no 'I hope so;' it should all be joyful, earnest certainty in matters 'touching his God.' How much happier should we be if in both of these two cases which have elicited this conversation we could firmly say, 'I do take God's Word as the rule of my life, and I do trust Him in the darkest dispensation that hides even Himself from my sight.'" Here little Dora's wondering eyes fixed on her father, as if she would like to speak, induced the invitation to do so, when she leaped from his knee, and folding her hands, said reverently, "I can sing it to you, if I may." Then pitching her voice to its highest infantile strain, she sang so sweetly and correctly, that it was difficult to realise that the singer was but five years old "I does believe, I does believe, That Jesus died for me, And on the cross He shed His blood, Yes! Jesus died for me!'" Then, on her father's catching her up to bestow the wellearned kiss, she whispered softly, yet so as to be heard by us all, "I does believe' is nicer 'n 'hoping-so' isn't it, pappy dear?" I need not say that Dora's question remained unanswered; and must I confess why? Because, though we were all professing earnest Christians, we had not an undisputed right to the glorious name "Believers," simply because when asked certain questions concerning our filial privileges as children of God, instead of being able to reply, "I do," we could only attain to the poor "I hope so" of any spiritual outsider. Dora's lesson has not been without its results, and one, at any rate, of those present on that occasion never hears or gives this unsatisfactory reply, "I hope so," without deep heart-searching, and a prayerful desire that more of St. Paul's soul-stirring aspiration may be hers, and that when asked to give a reason for the hope that sustains her, she may be able to exclaim with humble gratitude, "I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed unto Him.”1 X. Y. Z. N.B.-It must not be supposed that this dear child understood the solemn verities she uttered, but as "I hope so in gaining parental permission for any expected pleasure would convey doubt, she would naturally prefer the heartier form of speech. 1 2 Tim. i. 12. J Mark v. ESUS is with the ruler Whose daughter lieth low, And crowds of people throng Him, Some marvelling at His fame, And she was nothing bettered; She knew the power of Jesus, With light-enkindled soul, None helped her to the Saviour, But gently as an infant She raised her trembling hand, And faith had grandly triumphed; Oh! faith for her had won The health for which she languished, The favour of the Son! |