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The Record of a Happy Life.
BEING MEMORIALS OF
FRANKLIN WHITALL SMITH,
A STUDENT OF PRINCETON COLLEGE.
BY HIS MOTHER,
H. W. S.,
“THE WAY TO BE HOLY,” ETC.
WITH INTRODUCTORY LETTER BY MISS MARSH.
AUTHOR OF “MEMORIALS OF CAPT. HEDLEY VICARS," ETC.
LONDON: MORGAN AND SCOTT,
(OFFICE OF “The Christian,").
And may be ordered of any Bookseller.
210. m. 358.
JOR Frank's little brother and sisters, his Dbcousins, and the circle of his loving friends, Bo this book has been compiled, with many
earnest prayers that they may learn from its
pages the secret of the happy life they so well remember, and that they may make this secret their own.
It is essentially A BOY'S BOOK, and must be judged from a boy's standpoint. But if Frank's young life can but tell the “old, old story” in all its precious fulness, let none complain of the youth of the teacher, nor of the youthfulness of his ways.
And may this history of the struggles, the failures, and the victories of one whom they so loved, and who so earnestly desired day by day to be found walking in the Highway of Holiness, cheer and aid his young Christian friends, who like him are seeking to live up to the Bible standard, and who long to know that “ victory which overcometh the world,” and that “life which is hid with Christ in God !”
H. W. S.
Chou hast honoured my child by the speed of thy choice; Chou hast crowned him with glory, o'erwhelmed him with
mirth: He sings up in heaven with his sweet-sounding voice, Wbile I, a saint's motber, am praping on earth.
DHIS “RECORD OF A HAPPY LIFE” was privately w issued after the sudden decease of our son for 6209 presentation to his young American relatives
and fellow-students in College.
We had sought to train its subject almost o from his infancy to become a winner of souls. I so well remember, when he was but seven years old, how he would put tracts on the end of our carriage whip as we drove together, and hand them across into the waggons of the teamsters as we passed them on the road; and how once, turning to me, he asked, “Father, if any of these men are saved, will they be stars in my crown of rejoicing ?” He had but just begun this lifework for Jesus when he was called up to, doubtless, a higher ministry. The hope that the great purpose of his Christian training might be accomplished through these pages makes us gladly willing to sacrifice the sacred privacy that otherwise would confine these memories of a Happy Life to our own social circle.
I may be permitted to mention an incident which