Part 17 (1/2)
Divine grace educates the reasoning faculties of the soul, as well as the best affections of the heart; and happily consecrates them both to the glory of the Redeemer. Neither the disadvantages of poverty, nor the inexperience of childhood, are barriers able to resist the mighty influences of the Spirit of G.o.d, when ”he goeth forth where he listeth.”
”G.o.d hath chosen the foolish things of this world to confound the wise; and G.o.d hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty.” The truth of this scriptural a.s.sertion was peculiarly evident in the case of my young paris.h.i.+oner.
Little Jane's illness was of a lingering nature. I often visited her.
The soul of this young Christian was gradually, but effectually, preparing for heaven. I have seldom witnessed in any older person, under similar circ.u.mstances, stronger marks of earnest inquiry, continual seriousness, and holy affections. One morning, as I was walking through the church-yard, in my way to visit her, I stopped to look at the epitaph which had made such a deep impression on her mind. I was struck with the reflection of the important consequences which might result from a more frequent and judicious attention to the inscriptions placed in our burying-grounds, as memorials of the departed. The idea occurred to my thoughts, that as the two stone tables given by G.o.d to Moses were once a means of communicating to the Jews, from age to age, the revelation of G.o.d's will as concerning the law; so these funeral tables of stone may, under a better dispensation, bear a never-failing proclamation of G.o.d's will to sinners as revealed in the gospel of his grace, from generation to generation. I have often lamented, when indulging a contemplation among the graves, that some of the inscriptions were coa.r.s.e and ridiculous; others, absurdly flattering; many, expressive of sentiments at variance with the true principles of the word of G.o.d; not a few, barren and unaccompanied with a single word of useful instruction to the reader. Thus a very important opportunity of conveying scriptural admonition is lost. I wish that every grave-stone might not only record the name of our deceased friends, but also proclaim the name of Jesus, as the only name given under heaven whereby men can be saved. Perhaps, if the ministers of religion were to interest themselves in this matter, and accustom their people to consult them as to the nature of the monumental inscriptions which they wish to introduce into churches and church-yards, a gradual improvement would take place in this respect. What is offensive, useless, or erroneous, would no longer find admittance, and a succession of valuable warning and consolation to the living would perpetuate the memory of the dead.
What can be more disgusting than the too common spectacle of trifling licentious travellers, wandering about the church-yards of the different places through which they pa.s.s, in search of rude, ungrammatical, ill- spelt, and absurd verses among the grave-stones; and this for the gratification of their unholy scorn and ridicule! And yet how much is it to be deplored that such persons are seldom disappointed in finding many instances which too readily afford them the unfeeling satisfaction which they seek! I therefore offer this suggestion to my reverend brethren, that as no monument or stone can be placed in a church or church-yard without their express consent or approbation, whether one condition of that consent being granted, should not be a previous inspection and approval of every inscription which may be so placed within the precincts of the sanctuary?
The reader will pardon this digression, which evidently arose from the peculiar connection established in little Jane's history, between an epitaph inscribed on a grave-stone, and the word of G.o.d inscribed on her heart. When I arrived at Jane's cottage, I found her in bed, reading Dr.
Watts' Hymns for Children, in which she took great pleasure.
”What are you reading this morning, Jane?”
”Sir, I have been thinking very much about some verses in my little book.
Here they are,--
'There is an hour when I must die, Nor do I know how soon 'twill come; A thousand children young as I Are called by death to hear their doom.
Let me improve the hours I have, Before the day of grace is fled; There's no repentance in the grave, Nor pardon offered to the dead.'
”Sir, I feel all that to be very true, and I am afraid I do not improve the hours I have, as I ought to do. I think I shall not live very long; and when I remember my sins, I say,--
'Lord, at thy feet ashamed I lie, Upward I dare not look; Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from thy book.'
Do you think he will pardon me, sir?”
”My dear child, I have great hopes that he HAS pardoned you; that he has heard your prayers, and put you into the number of his true children already. You have had strong proofs of his mercy to your soul.”
”Yes, sir, I have, and I wish to love and bless him for it. He is good, _very_ good.”
It had for some time past occurred to my mind that a course of _regulated_ conversations on the first principles of religion would be very desirable from time to time, for this interesting child's sake: and I thought the Church Catechism would be the best groundwork for that purpose.
”Jenny,” said I, ”you can repeat the Catechism?”
”Yes, sir; but I think that has been one of my sins in the sight of G.o.d.”
”What! repeating your Catechism?”
”Yes, sir, in such a way as I used to do it.”
”How was that?”
”Very carelessly indeed. I never thought about the meaning of the words, and that must be very wrong. Sir, the Catechism is full of good things; I wish I understood them better.”
”Well, then, my child, we will talk a little about those good things which, as you truly say, are contained in the Catechism. Did you ever consider what it is to be a member of Christ, a child of G.o.d, and an inheritor of the kingdom of heaven?”
”I think, sir, I have lately considered it a good deal; and I want to be such, not only in name, but in deed and in truth. You once told me, sir, that 'as the branch is to the vine, and the stone to the building, and the limb to the body and the head, so is a true believer to the Lord Jesus Christ.' But how am I to know that I belong to Christ as a true _member_, which, you said one day in the church, means the same as a _limb_ of the body, such as a leg or an arm?”