FOUR little folks have found their way down through the seat of the old wicker chair, and a fifth is sitting on the outside, looking as if ready to cry, because he is not there too. But those inside the chair do not look very happy. One is crying lustily and two of the others look much concerned. They are no doubt crowded, and they have got themselves into a prison and see no way out.
It often happens so with little folks and with big; they are not satisfied, and will not rest until they get what they want, and when they get it, they find it is to their sorrow.
These little folks would have been better off had they kept out of the old chair. And you will find dear children, there will be many things in your pathway through life that you may desire, which would be better turned away from than attained, only to bring sorrow.
There are some who will go their own way to the end of life’s path; but they will get into a prison far more dreadful than the prison into which these little folks have put themselves. It will not, like this one, be too full, for God tells us in His word that “Hell and destruction are never full.” Oh! do not go your own way or follow your own will; it will bring you sorrow upon sorrow; and if pursued to the end, will bring sorrow without end—yea, endless woe in a prison house from which there will be no escape.
ML 01/12/1902