I had no Bible, and did not care about one. Well, this dear
young lady not only brought me one, with her own hands, but came to
read and explain it to me, with great patience, at least three times
a week, during the first twelve months.
"God took pity on me," added the old man, in a low voice, "and last
year I began better to understand the full pardon which is in Christ
Jesus, and was even able to pray with Miss Amelia.
"She used sometimes to call me, 'My old father,' but it was I who
ought to have called _her_ the _mother_, the true mother of
my soul.
"Just one month ago, she came to me for the last time; she gave me
with a sweet smile, these worsted gloves, which she had knitted
herself, and then recommended me with much respect and kindness to
thank our Lord, who sent them me! This was the last of that sweet
lady's charities to me!"...
Upon this, the old man turned away weeping, and as he walked slowly
on, he frequently looked back upon the newly-covered grave.
"The same thing happened to me," said the workman. "The mother of
these two little children died ten months ago; we were in want of
everything, then, and I knew not even how to dress these children.
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