Sunday, May 16, 2010


The Child-Heroine Of New Brunswick is a touching incident about three little children, 
who, one autumn, late in the season, wandered alone in a dreary region of New Brunswick. The sun had already sunk in the west, and the gloom of evening was spreading itself over 
the surrounding country.

The night came on fast; and feeling sure that they could not get home before daybreak,
the eldest (a girl of only six years) quietly placed the two little ones in a sheltered
nook on the sea-beach; and fearing the cold, chilly night for the younger children,
Mary stripped off most of her own clothes to keep them warm.

She then started off to gather dry sea-weed, and whatever else she could find, to
cover them with. Having tenderly in this way wrought for some time to make them a
nest, she at last fell down exhausted with the cold, and half bare to the cold inclement

That evening the loving father and tender mother sat up wondering at their children's
long absence; the hours dragged slowly past with anxious watching, and silent listening
for the well-known little pattering feet. In vain the fond parents' eyes pierced
through the darkness. At length they roused the neighbors with their anxious inquiries
after their lost ones. All that night was passed in searching and in tears, till
early in the morning, lying fast asleep, and same- - -what numbed with cold, were
found little Johnny and Lizzie. But, oh I a touching spectacle lay near them; their
young savior was stiff, cold and dead on the sea-weed which the poor little child-heroine
had not strength to drag into the nook, where those she so deeply loved, and died
to save, were sleeping. Thus this little New Brunswick girl died in her successful
and self-sacrificing endeavor to save her brother and sister.

Does not this recall the love of the Lord Jesus Christ to you who read? Mary went
to the full extent of human love in dying for her little brother and sister. "Greater
love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." Yet the
Lord Jesus laid down his life for his enemies; for "scarcely for a righteous man
will one die; yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die; but God
commendeth His love toward us," etc. He makes no mistakes. Yet how many listen to
this story with more emotion and interest than they do to the story of the cross,
where the love of Jesus, the Son of God, is told in letters of blood! 

- Dawn of the Morning

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