A little baby boy and his sister came to be a well-spring of pleasure in the home of our friend, district clerk B. R. Abernethy, but the atmosphere of "these low grounds of sorrow" was too uncongenial to their frail little bodies, and Tuesday their spirits were borne to the presence of Him who said "let the little ones come unto me." Side by side they sleep in the same little narrow home,and one freshly sodded mound marks the spot where rests so much that was so dear to the sorrowing parents. We sympathize with them in their sore trial.
A little baby boy and his sister came to be a well-spring of pleasure in the home of our friend, district clerk B. R. Abernethy, but the atmosphere of "these low grounds of sorrow" was too uncongenial to their frail little bodies, and Tuesday their spirits were borne to the presence of Him who said "let the little ones come unto me." Side by side they sleep in the same little narrow home,and one freshly sodded mound marks the spot where rests so much that was so dear to the sorrowing parents. We sympathize with them in their sore trial.
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