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Caswell, H. S. (Harriet S.), 1834-

"Or, Memories of the Past"


The wind blew a perfect hurricane, and the rain fell in torrents, and,
quickly succeeding the flashes of forked lightning, peal after peal of
thunder shook the house to its foundation. Grandma Adams was the only
one who seemed to feel no fear; but there was deep reverence in her
voice as she said, "Be not afraid my children; for the same Voice which
calmed the boisterous waves on the Sea of Galilee governs this tempest,
and protected by Him we need not fear." The storm lasted for hours and
increased in violence till Grandma said, "the storm of thirty years ago
was far less severe than this." The rushing of the wind and rain, the
deep darkness, except when lighted by the glare of the vivid lightning,
with the awful roll of the thunder, altogether formed a scene which
tended to inspire a feelings of deep awe mingled with terror. There had
been a momentary lull in the tempest, when the air was filled with a
sudden blaze of blinding light, succeeded by a crash of thunder which
shook the very ground beneath our feet.


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