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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 5, 1860

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 16, No. 3.

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LETTERS.

By E. S. Walker; Eliza Walker

"Then they that feared the Lord, spake often one to another."

From Bro. & Sr. Walker.

BRO. SMITH: We wish to say a few words through the Review to the brethren and sisters abroad which were suggested to us when our little one was lying before us in the cold embrace of death.
Dear brethren and sisters, have you ever lost a loved one? Has death ever entered your family circle and claimed as his victim some cherished one? If so, you can sympathize with us and appreciate our feelings when we were called upon this morning to part with a dear little girl aged 4 years 4 months and 3 days. Yes our dear little Clara, the pet of the household is dead. She fell asleep sweetly in Jesus this morning. She is now lying before us, unconscious of anything passing around her, of the sighs and tears uttered and shed for her. Happy being! sweetly sleeping in Jesus, her life being hid with Christ in God. The next event occurring to her will be the sound of the last trump, which shall wake her from her mossy tomb, when this corruptible shall put on incorruption, and this mortal shall put on immortality. She will then rise triumphant, and be caught up to meet the Lord in the air, and so will she ever be with the Lord. But oh! how we do miss her. Her little feet were ever ready to run to meet us when returning
home, to take us by the hand, and with her innocent prattle conduct us to the house. Oh! how kind and affectionate was she to us; ever willing, ever ready to do our bidding. Every little thing which she owned or used to handle reminds us of our sad bereavement. Every place she used to frequent calls to our recollection our dear little one. Our prayer to God is that we may be kept faithful until death, or until the coming of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, so that we can meet her at the resurrection morn, and be permitted with her to enter upon that inheritance which is incorruptible, undefiled, and which fadeth not away.
Oh how sad and dreary this cold world appears, this world of tears and sorrows, this world where death now reigns without a rival and without a foe. Oh why do we cling so to this sin cursed earth? Why so taken up with its vanities, with its treasures and perishing things? Why so loth to leave it when everything in it is against our eternal interest? Why can we not realize that we are but pilgrims and strangers here; that we have here no continuing city; but that we are seeking one that is to come, whose builder and maker is God.
Oh brethren and sisters, let us strive to wean our affections from the world, from its fascinations and its allurements, and endeavor to place them upon God and our Saviour, and upon our eternal inheritance, ever striving to overcome, ever trying to keep all the commandments of God and the faith of Jesus, so that when Christ who is our life shall appear, then shall we also appear with him in glory.
Brethren and sisters, let us pray that the God of peace may sanctify us wholly, and that our whole spirit, and soul, and body may be preserved blameless unto the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.
E. S. WALKER. ELIZA WALKER.
Knoxville, Iowa, May 19, 1860.