“Mother, don’t you love your darling child?
Then rock me in the cradle all the day.”
She sank back with a weak, pleased smile. “Rock me, mother, that’s it—oh! how nice—how nice it is. Oh, rock me, rock me—rock me, mother. I am too tired to say my prayers to-night, mother. Let me sleep, mother, and kiss me, but let me sleep—sleep—sleep!”
And she closed her eyes and slept, and the choir in Paradise, lest they might wake her, sang softly:
“Her mother once—
Her mother twice—
In the heaven she’ll rejoice.
In the heaven once—
In the heaven twice—
In the heaven she’ll rejoice.”
MISSIONARY VEGETABLES—A GOOD EXAMPLE.
By C. H. Kellogg.
Last Spring, our Sabbath-school having become greatly interested in the work of Atlanta University, one of the lady teachers proposed to the superintendent that the boys in the school be asked to raise as their own during the season, corn, potatoes, cabbages, squashes, etc., these to be called “missionary vegetables;” and the girls were asked to make fancy articles, and in the Fall a fair held called a harvest festival. The boys and girls entered heartily into the enterprise, and last week we held the fair, which resulted in the raising of $80 for Atlanta University; this is to go toward supporting some worthy student. The money will be placed at the disposal of Miss Emma Beaman, one of the teachers, who was instrumental in awakening an interest here by giving us a talk in regard to her work at Atlanta. Is not this a good example for other schools to imitate next Summer?
North Amherst, Mass., Oct. 17, 1881.