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Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers |
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“If you love me, you must not interrupt me so. Listen to what I say. I want to speak to you about your souls.... Many of you, I am afraid, are very careless. You are thinking only about this world. I want you to remember that there is a beauti- ful world, where Jesus is. I am going there, and you can go there. It is for you, as much as me. But, if you want to go there, you must not live idle, careless, thought- less lives. You must be Christians. You must remember that each one of you can become angels, and be angels forever.... If you want to be Christians, Jesus will help you. You must pray to Him; you must read-” The child checked herself, looked piteously at them, and said, sorrowfully, “O, dear! you can’t read,- poor souls!” and she hid her face in the pillow and sobbed, while many a smothered sob from those she was addressing, who were kneeling on the floor, aroused her. “Never mind,” she said, raising her face and smiling brightly through her tears, “I have prayed for you; and I know Jesus will help you, even if you can’t read. Try all to do the best you can; pray every day; ask Him to help you, and get the Bible read to you whenever you can; and I think I shall see you all in heaven.” “Amen,” was the murmured response from the lips of Tom and Mammy, and some of the elder ones, who belonged to the Methodist church. The younger and more thoughtless ones, for the time completely overcome, were sobbing, with their heads bowed upon their knees. “I know,” said Eva, “you all love me.” |
