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FIVE YEARS IN HEAVEN.
Five years ago this day, it is the Sabbath day, he went to heaven. Nearly three years he had been with us: five years he has been with Christ!
Long and weary years they have been to us. We have not ceased to mourn; time, the great soother of many sorrows, seems but to make us long more and more to meet him again.
A year ago I was in a foreign land, and yearning after those I had left at home-but on the sea or in the wilderness, in sickness and in loneliness, however much I longed for the loved ones at home, I longed more for the one in heaven. Strange but true it is, while absent I thought more of him than of any of the rest, and more of him then, than when I was with them. But when we think of him as every year advancing in loveliness, knowledge, beauty and holiness, becoming more like the angels and the Saviour, and the happier the longer he is there, the more we feel like being glad that he is in heaven."
He would have been nearly eight years old now, had he staid with us: no longer a babe, he would have been perhaps a boisterous, wayward boy; unlovely and unloving as many children are at that age, even if their brothers are not. But these five years in heaven have added beauty to his brow, purity to his spirit, music to his voice, and made him a fit com panion for the noblest and the tallest of the sons of God. I do not know, and ought not to care, what may be the form or feature of my child in heaven: but that form is loveliest that reflects the most of heaven, and he who was so lovely here, and went so early there, must now be radiant in his Saviour's image, one of the brightest of the shining
He was on the threshold of knowledge when he went up to the school of heaven. He would have learned little had he lived with us. I suppose he learns in a moment in heaven more than in a lifetime of ages on earth. Christ is his teacher. Angels and saints are the companions of his studies. Knowledge, like light, pervades the temple where he learns while he worships, and loves to learn as he loves to praise.
He was not happy here. Disease was on him; he often suffered painfully; and his struggles were so prolonged, it was a relief to him, almost to us, when his heart was still Yet had he been the happiest, as he was the brightest of our flock, we know that he is so much more blessed there than here, that we could not tempt him back to our house, though the door of heaven were open, and the path all the way down were strown with flowers.
"Take all the pleasures of all the spheres,
And he has been there five years!
Long for us to mourn him; short for him to rejoice in. They do not measure joys by years
in heaven-but we must think of them as going on in swift succession, while here the leaden wheels of time move slowly. But all these days of mourning will be ended. And then comes the meeting and the reward.
60, when a mother meets on high
So we will wait, hopefully, submissively, if not joyfully. It is the will of our heavenly Father that our child should be with him, where he is. And it is all well; more than well, it is the best of all things that he is there: both for him, and for us, for we are sure of one in heaven. Our hearts are where