o her bosom. "O my
darling child," sobbed the woman, "are you never to see the mother that
gave you birth? never to see the world again?" I could not keep back the
tears when I saw the terrible agony of that woman when she realized the
misfortune that had come upon her child. That was a terrible calamity,
to grope in total darkness through this world; never to look upon the
bright sky, the green fields; never to see the faces of loved ones; but
what was it in comparison to the loss of a soul? I would rather have my
eyes plucked out of my head and go down to my grave in total blindness
than lose my soul.

A Little Child Converts an Infidel.

I remember hearing of a Sabbath-school teacher who had led every one of
her children to Christ. She was a faithful teacher. Then she tried to
get her children to go out and bring other children into the school. One
day one of them came and said she had been trying to get the children of
a family to come to the school, but the father was an infidel, and he
wouldn't allow it. "What is an infidel?" asked the child. She had never
heard of an infidel before. The teacher went on to tell her what an
infidel man was, and she was perfectly shocked. A few mornings after the
girl happened to be going past the post-office on her way to school, and
she saw the infidel father coming out. She went up to him and said, "Why
don't you love Jesus?" If it had been a man who had said that to him
probably he would have knocked him down. He looked at her and walked on.
A second time she put the question, "Why don't you love Jesus?" He put
out his hand to put her gently away from him, when, on looking down, he
saw her tears. "Please, sir, tell me why you don't love Jesus?" He
pushed her aside and away he went. When he got to his office he couldn't
get this question out of his mind. All the letters seemed to read, "Why
don't you love Jesus?" All men in his place of business seemed to say,
"Why don't you love Jesus?" When he tried to write his pen seemed to
shape the words, "Why don't you love Jesus?" He couldn't rest, and on
the street he went to mingle with the business men, but he seemed to
hear a voice continually asking him, "Why don't you love Jesus?" He
thought when night came and he got home with his family, he would forget
it; but he couldn't. He complained that he wasn't well, and went to bed.
But when he laid his head on the pillow that voice kept whispering, "Why
don't you love Jesus?" He cou