"Jack no sleep. Jack think good Jesus
Christ see poor Jack. Night dark, heaven all light; soon see heaven. Cough
much now, pain bad; soon no cough, no pain."
You can see that, when he spoke on his fingers, Jack's way was to make his
sentences short by leaving out all the little words, much as children do
when they first begin to talk.
During the few months of life which remained after he became so ill, his
sister Mary was with him, and his soldier-brother Pat got leave to come and
wish him good-bye. For Jack was really going to Him whom having not seen
he loved, and at the last moment of his life his great comfort and joy
was in thinking of the love of Christ to him. He would say, over and over,
"Jesus Christ _loves_ poor Jack," and then speak of the "red hand" that had
blotted out all his sins--those many sins which God would remember no more,
because "good Jesus Christ" had given His own life for poor Jack.
The snow was falling fast when they laid the body of this dear boy in the
quiet churchyard, far away from his Irish home. His beloved mistress and
his sister Mary were there. How wonderful it is to think that the first
sound that will fall upon those ears, deaf all his life long to every human
tone, will be "the voice of the archangel and the trump of God," calling
him, and all those who sleep in Jesus, to rise in their bodies of glory,
"to meet the Lord in the air," and to be with Him for ever!
"Then, when the archangel's voice
Calls the sleeping saints to rise,
Rising myriads shall proclaim
Blessings on the Saviour's name.
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