THE DEATH OF A CHILD.
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And no one feels the death of child as
mother feels it. Even the father cannot realize
it thus There is a vacancy in his home and
heavness in his heart. There is chain Of
association that at set times comes round with
its broken link there are memories of endear-
ment, keen sense of loss, weeping over
crushed hopes, and pain of wounded affection.
But the mother feels that one has been taken
away who was still closer to her heart Hers
has been the office Of constant ministration.
Every gradation of feature has developed before
her eyes. She has detected every new gleam
of intelligence She heard the first utterance
of every new word She has been the refuge
of his fears; the supply of his wants. And
every task of affection has woven new link,
and made dear to her its object And when he
How can she give him up, with all these mem.
cries, these associations! The timid hands
that have so often taken hers in trust and love,
how can she fold them on his breast, and give
them up to the cold clasp Of death! The feet
whose wanderings she had watched SO narrow
", how can she see them straitened to 90 down
into the dark valley? The head that she has
pressed to her lips and her bosom, that she has
watched in burning sickness and in peaceful
slunber, a hair of which she could not endure
to see harmed--O! how can she consign it TO
the chamber of the grave? The form that not
for one night has been beyond her vision or
knowledge, how can she put it away for the
long night Of the sepulchre, to see it here no
more! Man has cares and tolls that draw
away his thoughts and employ them; she sits
in loneliness, and all those memories, all those
suggestions, crowd upon her. How can she
bear all this! She could not, were it not that
her faith is as her affection, and if the one is
more deep and tender than in man, the other is
more simple and spontaneous, and takes conf.
dently hold Of the hand Of God.-Rev. E.. II.
Chaplin.