"Yes, dear, yes," he answered.
"Will you wake me up then so that I may see my ma and your little girl
and Jesus?" she asked, "for I do so much want to see them all."
The answer came in broken accents but in words very tenderly spoken "Yes,
dear angel, yes. God bless you." "Amen!" was sobbed by more than a score
of voices.
Turning her eyes again upon the conductor, she interrogated him again,
"What shall I tell your little girl when I see her? Shall I tell her
that I saw her pa on Jesus' railroad? Shall I?"
This brought a fresh flood of tears from all present, and the conductor
knelt by her side, and, embracing her wept the reply he could not utter.
At this juncture the brakeman called out: "H----." The conductor arose
and requested him to attend to his (the conductor's) duty at the station,
for he was engaged. That was a precious place. I thank God that I was a
witness to this scene, but I was sorry that at this point I was obliged
to leave the train.
We learn from this incident that out of the mouths of even babes God
hath ordained strength, and that we ought to be willing to represent the
cause of our blessed Jesus even in a railroad coach.
_The Sequel_
Brother Dosh:--I wish to relieve my heart by writing to you, and saying
that that angel visit on the cars was a blessing to me, although I did
not realize it in its fullness until some hours after. But blessed be
the Redeemer, I know now that I am His, and He is mine. I no longer
wonder why Christians are happy. Oh, my joy, my joy! The instrument of
my salvation has gone to God. I had purposed adopting her in the place
of my little daughter who is now in heaven. With this intention I took
her to C--b, and on my return trip I took her back to S--n, where she
left the cars. In consultation with my wife in regard to adopting her,
she replied, "Yes, certainly, and immediately, too, for there is a Divine
providence in this. Oh," said she, "I could never refuse to take under
my charge the instrument of my husband's salvation."
I made inquiry for the child at S--n and learned that in three days after
her return she died suddenly, without any apparent disease, and her happy
soul had gone to dwell with her ma, my little girl and the angels in
heaven. I was sorry to hear of her death but my sorrow is turned to joy
when I think my angel-daughter received intelligence from earth concerning
her pa, and that he is on the heavenly railway. Oh! sir, me thinks I see
her near the Redeemer. I think I hear her sing! "I'm safe at home, and
pa and ma are coming," and I find myself sending back the reply: "Yes,
my darling we are coming and will soon be there." Oh, my dear sir, I am
glad that I ever formed your acquaintance; may the blessing of the great
God rest upon you. Please write to me, and be assured, I would be most
happy to meet you again.
--J. M. Dosh, in _Christian Expositor_