"If my poor brother
was alive, I could never forsake him, you know; but that is all over
now. And I could have patience with her, poor lady! Aye, I'd have
patience for her own sake as well as yours. She could never try me as
I've been tried. And I've great hopes of her. Maybe if James, poor
fellow, could have broken off all his old ways, and begun again fresh,
turning over a new leaf where folks hadn't seen the old one, he might
have been saved. I've great hopes of Mrs. Chantrey; and nobody could
help her as I could. It seems almost as if our blessed Lord laid this
thing before me, and asked me to do it for his sake. Sure if he asked me
to go all round the world for him, I couldn't say no. To go to New
Zealand with folks I love will be nothing to him leaving heaven, with
his Father and the holy angels there, to live and work like a poor man
in this world, and to die on the cross at the end of all."
Her voice fell into its lowest and tenderest key as she spoke these last
words, and the tears stood in her eyes, as if the thought of Christ's
life, so long familiar, had started into a new meaning for her.
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