Many who carelessly declare this life to be of no desirable value
discover how strongly they hold to it if by chance they seem in danger
of losing it. Thus Rev. Asa Bullard writes:
My father had a blacksmith-shop; and sometimes when not called
away on professional duties, he would do little jobs in his shop
in the evening. One evening, when I was a little boy, I asked
him to let me go with him and see him make nails.
He said I would get sleepy and cry to come back. I thought I
shouldn’t; and so was permitted to go with him. He fixt me a
nice seat on the forge, where I could see him blow the bellows,
heat the nail-rod red hot, and then hammer out the nails. It was
real fun to watch him for some time.
By and by I began to grow tired and sleepy; and then I wished
I was back at the house and in bed; but I did not dare to say
anything about it. At length father looked up, and seeing that I
was very sleepy and ready to cry, he asked:
“What is the matter, Asa?”