. The child's own story book; or, Tales and dialogues for the nursery . ed like a whisper of peace sent down fi*omthe land of the blessed. On those divinedays I used to feel so clean and quiet, andmy heart felt better, and my spirit morepure; and I used to go with my fatherand mother, and sisters, to the house ofGod, to hear of his great love to us, andto learn to love him more. I did indeedlove the Sabbath; I was always gladwhen it came, and always sorry when itwent. 112 THE DYING CHILD. The sable shades of night closed inupon the earth, and the sky was dark andstarless; and the lamp burnt di
. The child's own story book; or, Tales and dialogues for the nursery . ed like a whisper of peace sent down fi*omthe land of the blessed. On those divinedays I used to feel so clean and quiet, andmy heart felt better, and my spirit morepure; and I used to go with my fatherand mother, and sisters, to the house ofGod, to hear of his great love to us, andto learn to love him more. I did indeedlove the Sabbath; I was always gladwhen it came, and always sorry when itwent. 112 THE DYING CHILD. The sable shades of night closed inupon the earth, and the sky was dark andstarless; and the lamp burnt dimly andfaintly in a chamber where a little childwas dying. His clasped hands rested onhis bosom, and his little lips moved .instill prayer. The long night passed away,and the golden beams of morning burstin at the casement and rested on the pil-low of the dying child; and when he be-held the sudden burst of light, he thoughtin the pureness of his heart, that thegates of heaven were thrown wide opento receive him, and he said, Now,dearest mother, I may go, for heavens. THE DYISG 112; HE NEV, rOHK P^^BUC LIBRARY 113 holy gates are open for me ! And so his spirit passed Hke a dove freed from its prison-house; and in that pure morning he went away, beyond the bright sun, to tliat happy country whose gates are not shut at all by day, and where there is no night. ■«, THE BIRDS NEST. ^ Who taps at the door V^ * I, mam-ma. I want to speak to you. ** Whois I ? Alfred, mamma; may I comein ? Yes, dear; and jiow what haveyou to tell me ? ^ Why, mamma, I havefound a little nest in the garden wall. A nest! What kind of a nest, Alfred]^ A birds nest, mamma; and there are 114 eggs in it. * How many eggs, deal*est? Five, mamma. ^ And what color arethey 1 They are almost white, withlittle tiny red streaks upon them. * Andwas there a bird in the nest, dear ? No,mamma; that is the very thing I amcome to talk to you about; because Iwant you to tell me what kind of birdyou think the ne
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