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merciful deliverance and preservation. For this purpose they all seated themselves together, where there was room, in front of the clergyman; and at their desire, for they had sent in a list, their names were read over by him before the general thanksgiving, and their gratitude was then publicly expressed by him " in the voice of the Church.” So long a list of names, read in such a place, for such a purpose, and on such an occasion, had a most striking effect, and shewed in a convincing manner how ready our people still are to be guided and helped in good ways by the Church. It is a great happiness to know that this is so, though the wonder seems much greater how, among Christian people, it should ever be otherwise. The next day these honest men went to their work on the wide waters again and as usual, except, we would hope and believe, with hearts more turned to God for His late mercies, and better prepared for whatever the events of their perilous life might be. There, at all events, their daily bread was to be earned, and there none could doubt their duty called them. But the women were at leisure for better things, and bethought themselves most charitably of the poor widows and orphans of those five neighbours who had been lost, and they made it the first public expression of their thankfulness to go round among the neighbours and collect, and do all they could to comfort those who had been suddenly brought to so great misery. Surely all this was conduct befitting Christian fishermen and their families. Long may they thrive and be in safety at their trade; and God grant that many among us, both at that and other honest trades, may do likewise as often as there is the same sort of occasion; and that we may all, on every proper occasion, have grace to connect the events of our lives most devoutly with the ordinances of the Church, and with the practice of mutual charity.
To be dead with Christ is to hate and turn from sin; and to live with Him is to have our hearts and minds turned towards God and heaven; to be dead to sin is to feel a disgust at it. We know what is meant by disgust. Take, for instance, the case of a sick man, when food of a certain kind is presented to him, and there is no doubt what is
comprehend how exceedingly desolate it was. The meanest insect seems, on the first thought, better provided with means of life and enjoyment. It is most like being shut up in a dark, silent dungeon for one's whole life; only in that case we could think and remember, but here, where the principal means for taking in subjects of thought were wanting, her mind seemed as if it must remain a void. But I will not say more, as the account of Laura Bridgeman will better enable you to understand than merely trying to imagine such a state.
Laura Bridgeman was born near Boston in America, in the end of 1829, and was at first a sprightly pretty infant, with bright blue eyes. She was al. ways sickly, however, and before she was two years old was seized with a dreadful fever, and such violent inflammation, as to destroy at once her sight and hearing. It was two years before she recovered from this attack, and then, in addition to her other misfortunes, it was found that her sense of smell was lost, and her taste in consequence very much impaired. At four years old her health was restored; but what a situation was hers! The darkness and the silence of the tomb were around her; she could not see her mother's smile, nor hear her father's voice. They scarcely differed from the fur. niture of the house to her mind, except that they could move as she herself did. But the mind within her was strong and vigorous, and though almost all modes of communicating with the world were cut off from her, yet such as she had she began to exercise. She followed her mother about, felt her hands and arms, and tried to imitate every thing she did. She even learnt to sew and knit a little. Still she must have grown up in a sadly lost and helpless state, but that a gentleman of Boston heard of her, and persuaded her parents to take her to the blind asylum there, where he would be able to teach her in a better method than they were likely to do. She was eight years old when taken there. At first she
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Each his cold white treasure bringing;
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Make the feet both strong enow
Taller still the form must grow.
James shall mount the seat upon,
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Fear not, yet be not too bold; All your skill and judgment shew,
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They drag their happy mother forth
He for every season some gift supplies,
On those who are cheerful, and grateful, and wise; And for buoyant spirits the young should raise A daily tribute of thanks and praise. A. N. E.
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a bright smile, twine her arms round them, hold their hands in hers, and begin a conversation on the fingers. Such a meeting as this between Laura and her blind little friend must be a strange and beautiful sight.
Six months after she had left home, her mother came, for the first time, to see her: for some time the mother stood, with tearful eyes, looking at her unconscious child, wh was playing about the room; presently Laura ran against her, and began at once feeling her hands and dress, to try to find out if she knew her; but at length she turned away as if from a stranger, and the poor mother could not hide the grief she felt that her own child should not know her. She then gave Laura a string of beads she used to wear at home; the little girl remembered them at once, and, with much joy, put them round her neck, and made her teacher understand that she knew they came from home. The mother once more tried to caress her, but Laura again repelled her. Another article from home was then given her, which she knew at once, and began to look much interested, and this time she allowed her mother to put her arms round her, though with a look of indifference. But when she took hold of her child again, in great distress that she should not be recognised, a thought seemed to pass through Laura's mind that this could not be a stranger; she therefore felt her hands very eagerly, while her countenance assumed an expression of intense interest. She became very pale, then suddenly red. At this moment of anxious hope her mother drew her close to her side and kissed her fondly, when at once the truth flashed upon the child, and, with an expression of exceeding
joy, she eagerly nestled in her inother's bosom. From this moment she cared not for beads or playthings; she would not leave her mother's side, or if separated for a minute would again spring into her arms, and cling to her with eager joy; yet when the time came that her mother