They had not been
long at sea before the cry of "Fire! fire!" rang through the ship, and
rapidly it gained on them. There was a powder magazine on board, and the
captain knew the moment the fire reached the powder, every man, woman,
and child must perish. They got out the life-boats, but they were too
small! In a minute they were overcrowded. The last one was just pushing
away, when the mother pled with them to take her and her boy. "No," they
said, "we have got as many as we can hold." She entreated them so
earnestly, that at last they said they would take one more. Do you think
she leaped into that boat and left her boy to die? No! She seized her
boy, gave him one last hug, kissed him, and dropped him over into the
boat. "My boy," she said, "if you live to see your father, tell him that
I died in your place." That is a faint type of what Christ has done for
us. He laid down his life for us. He died that we might live. Now will
you not love Him? What would you say of that young man if he should
speak contemptuously of such a mother! She went down to a watery grave
to save her son. Well, shall we speak contemptuously of such a Saviour?
May God make us loyal to Christ! My friends, you will need Him one day.
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