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A TOUCHING INCIDENT

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 5, 1879

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 53, No. 23.

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A TOUCHING INCIDENT.

By Dudley Marvin Canright

“A few years ago a company of Indians were captured on the western frontier. Among them were a number of stolen children. They had been with the savages for years. Word was sent throughout the region inviting all who had lost children to come and see if among the little captives they could recognize their own. A long way off was a woman who had been robbed of her darlings, a boy and a girl. With mingled hope and fear she came; with throbbing heart she approached the group. They were strange to her. She came nearer, and with eyes filled with mother-love and earnestness, she peered into their faces, one after another; but there was nothing in any that she could claim. Nor was there anything in her to light up their cold faces. With the dull pain of despair at her heart she was turning away, when she paused, choked back the tears, and, in soft, clear notes, began a simple song she used to sing to her little ones, of Jesus and Heaven. Not a line was completed before a boy and a girl left the group and ran up to her exclaiming, ‘Mamma! Mamma!’ and she folded her lost ones to her bosom. So lives a mother’s early influence in the hearts of her children.”
And here is another to the same effect:—

A MOTHERLESS BOY.

“When I was a little child, said a good man, my mother used to bid me kneel beside her, and to place her hand upon my head, while she prayed. Before I was old enough to know her worth, she died, and I was left much to my own guidance. Like others, I was inclined to evil passions, but often felt myself checked, and as it were, drawn back by the soft hand of my mother upon my head. When I was a young man I traveled in foreign lands, and was exposed to many temptations; but when I would have yielded, the same hand seemed to be upon my head, and I was saved. I appeared to feel its pressure as in the days of my infancy, and sometimes there came a voice in my heart, a voice that must be obeyed, ‘Oh, do not this wickedness, my son, nor sin against God.’”
Christian mother, toil on in your humble but Heaven-observed work. D. M. CANRIGHT.