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"There was once a dear little boy not much more than two years old, who became very ill.  His head ached so that he did not love to play or run about.  He liked to have his papa or mamma carry him round the room, and then when his poor head did not ache too hard, they would talk to him and tell him stories.

 One day his papa said to his mamma: 'I do not believe our little Charlie will ever get well.  I think that Jesus will soon take him up to heaven.  And I mean to talk to him a great deal about Jesus, so that the moment he gets to heaven will be happy to be near such a dear, kind Friend.'  So Charlie's papa often took his poor little boy in his arms, and let him lay his head on his shoulder, while he walked gently up and down talking about Christ.  He told him all those sweet stories from the Bible, how Jesus pitied sick people, and how He cured them, and how many lame men He made to walk, and how many blind to see. 

So one day after he had been talking so, he had to give Charlie to his nurse while he went out for a while, and Charlie lay with his head on her shoulder just as he had done on his papa's, till all at once he lifted it up, and said: "Mary, did you know that Jesus hadn't any eyes?" 

"Oh! yes, Jesus had eyes," said Mary.  "He had some once, but He gave them to a poor blind man," said Charlie.

You see Charlie was such a little boy that he thought when his papa told him that Jesus gave eyes to a blind man, that He had to give him His own.

Little Charlie is in heaven now and has been there a great many years.  And he has long known more about the goodness of God than anybody who still lives in this world.  And if he could speak to you, he would tell you that it is better to be without eyes and hands and feet, than not to love Him who was willing rather to die than that you should not know and love Him."