"And," added she, drawing the little girl towards her, "I shall go
on with my dear children, reading and learning that word of God,
which was Miss Amelia's greatest joy.
"Come, come, my friends," she said, in a persuasive tone, "_we_
must also die, and be put each in his turn, under this ground; but as
our benefactress is not dead ... (no, she is not dead, for the Lord
has said it!)--so also shall not we die, if we follow in her steps."
The poor woman then wished us good day, and moved away with her
children. We all walked on together, still speaking of Amelia. My
brother took the names and addresses of many of the poor people, with
whom he had just been conversing, and spoke a few words to them of
comfort and encouragement.
As soon as we were alone, he showed me the list of names, at the
head of which was that of the old man, and he said, "Here is a
blessed inheritance which Amelia has left us. She has done as Dorcas
did: her hands have clothed the poor, and her lips have spoken
comfort to them. Dear Anna, Amelia was not older than we are; let us
remember this, for we know not when the Lord shall call us.
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