The Widow's Son.

THERE was bitter mourning in the city of

Nain. They were carrying to his last resting

place the only son of a widowed mother.

Many of the city had come to pay the last

tribute of respect to the deceased and mingle

their tears with those of the mother. He was

a promising youth, and fondly had she hoped

he would be spared to comfort her in her

lonely hours and aid her in the decline of life.

How anxiously did she watch over the couch

of sickness; and when at length she beheld

his inanimate form and realized that he was

gone, her feelings were such as a mother only


On, on, slowly and sadly, moves

the burial train. But there comes another

mourner One whose compassionate heart

was ever ready to sympathize with the afflicted,

and had poured the healing balm into

many a wounded heart. It is the Nazarene,

the mighty prophet of Galilee. As he witnesses

the grief of the mother, he tells her

not to weep. And as he touches the bier,

all eyes are riveted to the spot. Then, with

an earnest and tender tone of voice, he says,

Young man, I say unto thee, Arise. The

summons is obeyed. Death yields back the

treasure, and oh! What joy fills the heart of

the mother as her son is restored to her again.

Jesus lives, and still feels for his children.

How comforting the thought that he is coming

soon, and the same voice that called Lazarus

forth and raised the widow's son, will

also call to life those loved ones who now

sleep in Jesus. With them we shall, if faithful,

enter through the pearly gates into the

New Jerusalem and gaze with wonder and

admiration upon all the glories of Heaven.

With them we shall range the beautiful fields

of Eden and pluck the never-fading flowers.

Dear youth, would you be there and join in

the sweet music of Heaven and have the robe,

the palm, and the crown, get ready.