BERTIE was a noble-looking little fellow, just six years and seven months old. He ran about in the fields, and was full of fun and frolic. How little did we imagine that our merry, sprightly nephew would so soon be called away from his loving parents and his chatty little sister, and go to that world of which he was so fond of singing.
A few minutes before he died, Bertie called his mother, and said to her, “Mamma, I am going to die: Jesus has sent for me.” He then kissed his father and mother, and uncle, and aunt, and his two little sisters, and sang the hymn―
“Jesus, Lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high.”
After singing that beautiful hymn, the dear child quietly fell asleep in Jesus, passing away without a struggle, and so shall he be forever with the Lord. R. C. C.