By Rev. John Wilbur Chapman
IN the war of the Rebellion a little drummer boy was injured in the battle. He was carried into the hospital, and one of the soldiers near by heard the doctors say the case was fatal. Immediately he said, "Doctor, if this is true, I must send word to his mother, for I promised to look after this boy." The letter went away to the North, and as soon as possible the mother came. The doctors met her at the hospital to say that she could not see her boy. He had fallen into a stupor, and if aroused would die in a paroxysm of pain; for he was then beyond all hope. But you cannot bind up a mother's love with physician's rules, and so she said, "Doctor, if you will permit me to go in, I will not speak to him; but I should like to sit beside him as he dies." Permission was given her, and she took her place by his side. She kept her word and said nothing to her child; but, when she saw by the expression of his face that he was suffering, she leaned over and put her hand upon his brow. There is something peculiar about the touch of a mother's hand, and the dying soldier boy felt it. His eyes did not open, but she saw his lips moving; and, bending over, she heard him saying over and over, "I knew you'd come; I knew you'd come." And this I say of our good Shepherd. O thou Shepherd of the sheep, in every hour of trial and time of disappointment and night of misunderstanding "I know that thou wilt come." And he will. |
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SUGGESTIONS FOR TODAY. Say over and over the whole psalm, emphasizing the personal and possessive
pronouns as here given:-- THE END. |