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- 453 Once more, Samuel was not a nambypamby boy. He was, as we think of him and his life at the Tabernacle, a manly little fellow. He did not whimper continually after his mother, but was always glad to see her when she came with the new coat; and when he had to give that awful message to Eli, he did not quiver in the least, but gave it faithfully, though sadly. He was no milksop, nor tied to his mother's apron-strings. It is untrue
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456 to say that religion in young or old is a mark of either physical or mental weakness, and those who would make us believe that such is the case are false witnesses and children of the wicked one.
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458 Then, last of all, Samuel’s life was a useful life. It filled a large place in the history of his people, and his influence was always for good. Wherever he went he was ministering before the Lord, just as he did when he was a little boy. Through life he was loved and honored by all, and when he died he was laid in the grave amid the lamentations of the people. Is there not something in a life like this attractive to us all, and will not every one of my readers make the prayer of the Christian poet his own?—
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460 > “Oh, give me Samuel’s heart—
461 > A lowly heart, that waits
462 > Where in Thy house Thou art,
463 > Or watches at Thy gates—
464 > By day and night, a heart that still
465 > Moves at the breathing of Thy will.”
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