Often she took it with her to her closet, or kneeling beside its cradle,
sent up fervent petitions to Him who, while on earth, said, "Suffer the
little children, and forbid them not, to come unto Me," that He would
receive her little one, and early make her a lamb of His fold.
And even before the child could comprehend, she began to tell it of that
dear Saviour and His wondrous love; then, as soon as it could speak, she
taught it to lisp a simple prayer to Him.
Little Elsie was almost the idol of her father and grandparents, who all
looked upon her as a sort of second edition of her mother; more and more
so as she grew in size, in beauty, and intelligence. Our Elsie seemed to
find no cloud in her sky during that first year of her motherhood. "I
thought I was as perfectly happy as possible in this world, before our
darling came," she said to her husband one day, "but I am far happier now;
for oh! such a well-spring of joy as she is!"
"I am sure I can echo and reecho your words," he answered, folding the
child to his heart. "How rich I have grown in the last two years! My two
Elsies, more precious than the wealth of the world! Sometime I'm half
afraid I love you both with an idolatrous affection, and that God will
take you from me.
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