Charley loved Jesus. Now, if I were to tell you that Oscar, the sullen, impolite, cruel child, loved Jesus, you would say at once, "I don't believe it."
Young as you are, you know that little boys and girls who love Jesus, do all they can to please him; that they never tell lies, nor take anything that does not belong to them; that they are gentle and kind and forgiving, as dear Charley was; that they try to do good to others, even to those who have injured them. The Bible says, "He that loveth God, loveth his brother, also."
Ever since Charley was five years old he had tried to please the Saviour. His heart was full of love for him; and this made the sweet child love everybody else.
Toward morning the medicine began to take effect, and he fell into a quiet slumber, and did not wake until it was quite late, and the family had breakfasted.
Mr. Monson tried to persuade his mother to lie down herself, and let him watch by their boy; but she only smiled sweetly as she whispered,—
"I am afraid he would miss me even in his sleep; and I am not at all weary."
So she sat there close to the bed, where she could listen to his low and rather irregular breathing, and thought.
Perhaps you would like to know what she was thinking of that made so pleasant a smile linger about her mouth.
First, her thoughts went back to the time when God gave her a tiny baby. She loved it, oh, so much! Every day she used to wash and dress the little fellow, asking her Father in heaven to keep him from sin. Soon he learned to walk and call her by that sweet name, mamma. Then he began to lisp his infant prayer, and loved more than anything else to listen to the stories of the dear Saviour, who took little children in his arms, and blessed them.
Since that time, he would scarcely do anything without first asking, "Would Jesus be pleased?" or, "Would it make Jesus sorry?"