Soon, a joyful shout proclaimed the safety of the child.
The shout was borne from tongue to tongue, till the whole forest rang again with the joyful sound.
A messenger rapidly bore the tidings to the distracted mother.
A procession was immediately formed by those engaged in the search.
The child was placed upon a platform, hastily formed from the boughs of trees, and borne in triumph at the head of the procession.
When they arrived at the brow of the hill, they rested for a moment, and proclaimed their success with threeloud and animated cheers.
The procession then moved on till they arrived in front of the dwelling where the parents of the child resided.
The mother, who stood at the door, with streaming eyes and throbbing heart, could no longer restrain herselfor her feelings.
She rushed into the street, clasped her child to her bosom, and wept aloud.
Every eye was filled with tears, and, for a moment, all were silent.
But suddenly some one gave a signal for a shout.
One loud, and long, and happy note of joy rose from the assembled multitude, and they went to their businessand their homes.
There was more joy over the one child that was found than over the ninety and nine that went not astray.
Likewise, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.
But still, this is a feeble representation of the love of our Father in heaven for us, and of the joy with which the angels welcome the returning wanderer.
The mother can not feel for her child that is lost as God feels for the unhappy wanderer in the paths of sin.
If a mother can feel so much, what must be the feelings of our Father in heaven for those who have strayed from his love?
If man can feel so deep a sympathy, what must be the emotions which glow in the bosom of angels?