THE DYING MOTHER AND THE INTEMPERATE HUSBAND.
I know there are realms where the voices of song
Never cease 'neath a burden of tears.
And I seek, 'mid earth-discord, the sound of a strain,
Falling sweet from those radiant spheres.
We scarcely ever knew of a more _touching_ account of a dying mother,
than the following graphic narrative:
"One poor woman whom I mentioned before has just died. Surrounded as
she was by Romanists, she stood firm in the belief in which she had
been instructed by her father in her youth. Some time since I took her
little girl to Sabbath-school, and a short time ago her teacher found
her earnestly seeking Christ. She has since given good evidence of
being a Christian, and has united with the church. I was the only
friend visiting the mother during her last illness, whom she desired to
come to read and pray with her. She mourned over much of her past life,
but had much to contend with from those around her. A few days before
she died she said, 'she would be better soon.' I asked her what she
meant. She answered, 'When I go to be with Jesus;' but she added, 'Who
will see to my little girl?' I told her I would. Once again I saw her;
she was composed and at peace, saying, 'She would soon be at home.'"
See how she pictures the intense solicitude of the mother after her
child, in the loving and sweet inquiry (so faithfully remembered and
carefully recorded), "Who will see to my little girl?" See her quiet
and Christ-like spontaneous response, that she would. Here we are
forcibly reminded of a scene in New Testament times. In the ninth
chapter of the Acts of the Apostles we read:
"Now there was at Joppa a certain disciple named Tabitha, which, by
interpretation is called Dorcas: this woman was full of good works and
alms-deeds which she did.
"And it came to pass in those days, that she was sick, and died: whom
when they had washed, they laid her in an upper chamber.
"And forasmuch as Lydda was nigh to Joppa, and the disciples had heard
that Peter was there, they sent unto him two men, desiring him that he
would not delay to come to them.
"Then Peter arose, and went with them. When he was come, they brought
him into the upper chamber: and all the widows stood by him weeping,
and shewing the coats and garments which Dorcas made while she was with
them."
The last part of her diary is extremely touching. But this sorrowful
sight presented to our view is only one of the many that frequently
occur in a city like New York. They harrow the refined feelings of the
faithful missionary. If such scenes are so distressing, what must have
been the experience of Him who was made sin for us, and who daily
mingled with sinners. He who knew no sin that we might be made the
righteousness of God in Him. Let her tell her own story.
"A few days since I visited a woman whose husband had beaten her till
she was almost helpless. She told me about his coming to her with a
knife, and expected he would have taken her life. She asked me to engage
in prayer with her. He sat by, apparently unmoved. When I was leaving,
he asked me to forgive him. I told him it was not me he must ask; he
must go to God for forgiveness. It was distressing to see the poor wife,
as she asked me what she must do, as she had no friend on earth but me.
I then spoke to the husband; he said he was very sorry he had acted so
badly, and would _drink no more_. I intend getting him to sign the
pledge, which he says he will do.
"The evils of intemperance meet us in so many ways, we often feel
discouraged, and yet at times a case occurs which bids us _work on_ and
hope on. The man mentioned above from that time continued to refrain
from drink, and has treated his wife well ever since. She wept with
gratitude as she told me, a few evenings since, that he came in and
handed her all his money as he had received it for work, never having
opened it. She could never forget the day when I came in and found
almost everything in the room broken to pieces, and his promise which he
faithfully made to me that he would _try and do right_."
Eternity alone will reveal to our astonished gaze the number of forlorn
and sad hearts that were made to rejoice in the pardoning mercy of God
through her weak instrumentality.
How comforting is the thought that His word shall not return unto Him
void, but it will accomplish that which He please, and prosper in the
thing wherein he hath sent it. "It either proves the saviour of life
unto life, or of death unto death." If we harden our hearts in the day
of affliction we grieve the Holy Spirit away from us. But sickness and
penury properly received soften the heart and lead to repentance and
transformation of life. Here is a practical illustration of this truth:
"Another family I found, with two children lying ill with diphtheria.
They were living in a basement room, and were very poor. The father had
been out of work for some time, and the mother's sewing had supported
the family, but now her time was taken up with attending to the sick
children. I provided some nourishment, and the next time I called, the
mother was lying ill with typhoid fever. A poor woman was taking care of
them, risking her own life and that of her own children, and another
poor neighbor had taken home the third child to preserve it from
infection. They had but little covering, and I procured what was needed
from the Home of the Friendless, and a dear friend gave me a bundle of
clothing for them. They have since recovered, and having a friend who
owned a tenement-house, I spoke to her about them, and they are now
removed there, and are quite comfortable. Our kind ladies who assist us
at the sewing-school having sent us some turkeys for distribution at
Christmas I was able to furnish them with one; and better still, the
husband has obtained employment. They say they never will forget the
time when they had nothing, and now they have _everything so comfortable_.
They seem to feel it came from God."
Yes, He is the giver of every good and perfect gift, the Father of
lights with whom there is no variableness nor the least shadow of
turning. Without this perception and unless we return to God our
grateful acknowledgments, we cannot truly enjoy His blessings from
above. If God makes us the happy recipients of His favors it is our
bounden duty to return to him our heartfelt gratitude. This was the
feeling of the Psalmist when he said:
"Bless the Lord, O my soul; and all that is within me, bless his holy
name.
"Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits:
"Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases;
"Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with
loving-kindness and tender mercies;
"Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is
renewed like the eagle's."