Around the tea-table . l love on some; and when he finds themshivering amid this worlds temptations and sor-rows, he first lifts them out of the breakers. Oh, weep not for the Christian dead! If theygo through long sickness, in which there is oppor-tunity for parting admonition, thank God for if by sudden transition, and they have not amoment of consciousness, thank God that they 40 494 AROUND THE TEA-TABLE. escape the exhaustion of sickness, and that fromthe health of earth they stepped into the healthof heaven. Long not for the last words that werenot spoken. If the life has been ri
Around the tea-table . l love on some; and when he finds themshivering amid this worlds temptations and sor-rows, he first lifts them out of the breakers. Oh, weep not for the Christian dead! If theygo through long sickness, in which there is oppor-tunity for parting admonition, thank God for if by sudden transition, and they have not amoment of consciousness, thank God that they 40 494 AROUND THE TEA-TABLE. escape the exhaustion of sickness, and that fromthe health of earth they stepped into the healthof heaven. Long not for the last words that werenot spoken. If the life has been right, the death cannot bewrong. If the banquet has been rich, it mattersnot how the lights are turned out at the many of our friends have gone over thestream we shall all want to go there too. Hea-ven is getting to me to be a very matter-of-factheaven. Our friends going in forget to shut thedoor after them. From the cold snow-bank ofthe grave I pluck this crocus: Those who sleep inJesus will God bring with CHAPTER LXXIX. THE RAGAMUFFINS. IT has got to be a question of stupendous im-port what is to be done with the destitutechildren of our country, or the ragamuffins, associety contemptuously calls them. We must actupon them, or they will act upon us. We mustChristianize them, or they will heathenize us. All over this land, what multitudes of the home-less, and the houseless, and the Godless! Couldyou gather them all together, what a scene of rags,and filth, and hunger, and desolation! If youcould see those little feet on the broad way todeath which, through Christian charity, ought tobe pressing the narrow path of life, if you couldhear the words of cursing blistering those lipswhich ought to be singing the praises of God, ifyou could see those hearts which, at that age,ought not to have been soiled by one vile thought,already become the sewers of iniquity, throughwhich floats the most disgusting depravity, if youcould see these suffering little ones sacrificed on
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