A Little Child's Faith

When the Thirteenth Minnesota Volunteers marched away, there went with them, as one of their number, a young brother of mine, a boy of scarcely eighteen. It is needless to say that many anxious thoughts and fears went with him from the home people in Minneapolis.

Hearing some of these expressed, my little boy, who was then about eight years old, said to me that he was going to realize the Truth for his uncle "all the time he was gone." I asked him how he would do this, and he said, "I shall give him a treatment every night after I have said my little prayer."

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