This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1861 Excerpt: ... used to nestle in my bosom, laid in the cold, dark grave for ever, my heart bleeds. I feel as if I could not--could not give him up. But I know his infant spirit is with his Saviour; and when I can realize this, I take comfort. Edward and I have always tried to keep in mind that trials and bereavements must be ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1861 Excerpt: ... used to nestle in my bosom, laid in the cold, dark grave for ever, my heart bleeds. I feel as if I could not--could not give him up. But I know his infant spirit is with his Saviour; and when I can realize this, I take comfort. Edward and I have always tried to keep in mind that trials and bereavements must be expected in this world. We have often spoken of losses we might be called on to sustain, and strengthened our souls by faith to meet them. But, oh! when this great trial came upon us, I, at least, lost courage. I thought I could not bear it. And when I reflect how dreadful to a Christian mother is the death of one of her precious little ones, it is a marvel to me how those who have no hope beyond the grave can ever re-, concile themselves to lay their heart's treasures there. I have often since this affliction thought very sorrowfully of the great ingratitude I was guilty of when I saw you last, in complaining of various dispensations of God's providence. It now seems to me, as if I had had so much to be thankful for then, that it must have been the very excess of happiness which had been a snare to me. I read in a sermon the other day that such is the badness of our nature, that the more we have the more we want. I think this must have been my case, and perhaps the loss of my dear little child is a punishment for my selfish ingratitude. But I must give you some account of his illness and death. It is just four weeks since he was taken ill. We sent for the doctor directly, and begged him to tell us the truth. Thinking we were prepared for the worst, he told us at once he did not think he could recover. Oh! what I felt when he said those words! I fancied myself prepared, resigned; but when it seemed certain the child would die, all my strength gave wa...
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