ldren?" "Yes," he replied, "'I have
one, but she's in Heaven, and I am glad she is there, Moody." "Are you
glad that your child's dead?" I inquired.

He went on to tell me how he had worshiped that child; how his whole
life had been bound up in her to the neglect of his Saviour. One day he
had come home and found her dying. Upon her death he accused God of
being unjust. He saw some of his neighbors with their children around
them. Why hadn't He taken some of them away? He was rebellious. After he
came home from her funeral he said: "All at once I thought I heard, her
little voice calling me, but the truth came to my heart that she was
gone. Then I thought I heard her feet upon the stairs; but I knew she
was lying in the grave. The thought of her loss almost made me mad. I
threw myself on my bed and wept bitterly. I fell asleep, and while I
slept I had a dream, but it almost seemed to me like a vision.

"I thought I was going over a barren field, and I came to a river so
dark and chill-looking that, I was going to turn away, when all at once
I saw on the opposite bank the most beautiful sight I ever looked at. I
thought death and sorrow could never enter into that lovely region. Then
I began to see beings all so happy looking, and among them I saw my
little child. She waved her little angel hand to me and cried, 'Father,
Father, come this way.' I thought, her voice sounded much sweeter than
it did on earth. In my dream I thought I went to the water and tried to
cross it, but found it deep and the current so rapid that I thought if I
entered it would carry me away from her forever. I tried to find a
boatman to take me over, but couldn't, and I walked up and down the
river trying to find a crossing, and still she cried: 'Come this way.'
All at once I heard a voice come rolling down, 'I am the way, the truth,
and the life; no man cometh unto the Father but by Me.' The voice awoke
me from my sleep,' and I knew it was my Saviour calling me, and pointing
the way for me to reach my darling child.

"I am now superintendent of a Sunday-school; I have made many converts;
my wife has been converted, and we will, through Jesus as the way, see
one day our child."

The Place of Safety.

My friends, there is one spot on earth where the fear or Death, of Sin,
and of Judgment, need never trouble us, the only safe spot on earth
where the sinner can stand--Calvary. Out in our western country, in the
autumn, when men go hunting, an