I WAS asked to go and see a little girl who was dying. I knew that she had been ill for some time, and had not many hours to live. As my companion and I approached the cottage where little Mary B. lived, we heard sounds of weeping. We found Mary’s father and mother standing near her bed unable to keep down the sobs that would rise. This was their only, their darling child, and the thought of losing her was very sad.
“Well, my child,” I said, “and are you not sad to leave the world?”
Mary’s face had been turned to the wall but when I spoke to her she turned to me, her whole countenance radiant with heavenly joy. “Ah, no,” she said, “I am so happy for I am going to Jesus.”
My dear little readers, if you were going to die, would you be happy too? Would you be willing to enter eternity so fearlessly?
Ah, you need not fear; Mary was a little child like you, sinful and failing, but she believed that Jesus had washed all her sin, away, and that when she died she would go to Him, for He has said, “Suffer little children to come unto Me.”