chaplain!"--I wasn't a chaplain--and he
said he wanted me to help him die. And I said, "I'd take you right up in
my arms and carry you into the kingdom of God if I could; but, I can't
do it; I can't help you to die." And he said, "Who can?" I said: "The
Lord Jesus Christ can--He came for that purpose." He shook his head and
said, "He can't save me; I have sinned all my life." And I said, "But He
came to save sinners." I thought of his mother in the North, and I knew
that she was anxious that he should die right, and I thought I'd stay
with him. I prayed two or three times, and repeated all the promises I
could, and I knew that in a few hours he would be gone. I said I wanted
to read him a conversation that Christ had with a man who was anxious
about his soul. I turned to the third chapter of John. His eyes were
riveted on me, and when I came to the 14th and 15th verses, he caught up
the words, "As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so
must the Son of Man be lifted up; that whosoever believeth on Him should
not perish, but have eternal life." He stopped me and said, "Is that
there?" I said "Yes," and he asked me to read it again, and I did so. He
leaned his elbows on the cot and clasped his hands together and said,
"That's good; won't you read it again."

I read it the third time, and then went on with the rest of the chapter.
When I finished, his eyes were closed, his hands were folded, and there
was a smile on his face. Oh! how it was lit up! What a change had come
over it! I saw hits lips quivering, and I leaned over him and heard, in
a faint whisper; "As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so
must the Son of Man be lifted up, that whosoever believeth on Him should
not perish, but have eternal life." He opened his eyes and said, "That's
enough; don't read any more." He lingered a few hours and then pillowed
his head on those two verses, and then went up in one of Christ's
chariots and took his seat in the Kingdom of God.

You may spurn God's remedy and perish; but I tell you God don't want you
to perish. He says, "As I live I have no pleasure in the death of the
wicked." "Turn ye, turn ye, for why will ye die?"

A Child at its Mother's Grave.

I remember seeing a story some time ago in print. It has been in the
papers, but it will not hurt us to hear it again. A family in a Southern
city were stricken down with yellow fever. It was raging there, and
there were very stringent sanitary