Prayer Saves The Life Of A Little Child.


"A year ago this Summer, my sister's little baby, only five months old,

was taken very ill with that distressing complaint which often proves so

fatal, and takes so many sweet little ones out of loving hearts and

homes. I loved baby Ernest, but never so well as when he lay so sick he

could not know it. We all loved him, and everything was done that could

be thought of to ease the little sufferer all those long, close, hot

/> days. Day after day, for four long weeks, we tenderly cared for him.

Sometimes his mother would watch his every breath, fearing each would be

the last. One Sunday he lay just where we put him, so quiet and still,

with the sweet baby face so white and calm, we thought we should lose

him soon, the little hands and feet were so cold. All through his

illness, I kept asking the Lord to let his parents keep the tender bud

he had sent them. We could not let him die, and to-day I prayed very

earnestly all the time--even when we could not warm the little body at

all--we could not let him go. Well, Ernnie passed over the fearful day

and became a happy, well boy. He was saved. No physician saved him. Our

tender care did not save him. Prayer saved our Ernnie. Precious baby! He

is such a jolly, happy boy now, filling every heart and the whole house

with his sunshine. How I love the little fellow. When I am here at his

home, he always comes to Auntie for love and tenderness. When I am

resting on the lounge, he comes every few moments to kiss me, giving and

receiving real heart-love. We know God only lends these little treasures

to their human friends. But oh, they bring so much love with them, it is

hard to give them up."



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