Miss Fiske went into her school, as usual,
at nine o'clock, and, after telling her flock that many prayers were
being offered for them that day in a distant land, led their morning
devotions, and then sent them into another room to study with a
native teacher. Sanum and Sarah lingered behind the rest; and as
they drew near, she asked, "Did you not understand me?" They made no
reply; and she saw they were weeping. "Have you had bad news?" Still
no reply; but when they got near enough, they whispered, "May we
have to-day to care for our souls?" and Sarah added, "Perhaps next
year I shall not be here." There was no private room to give them,
but they made a closet for themselves among the fuel in the wood
cellar, and there spent that day looking unto Jesus; nor did they
look in vain. Their teacher did not know where they had gone, till,
long after one of them had died, the survivor gave her an account of
that memorable day.
On Sabbath evening, January 18th, the words at the English prayer
meeting were few; but the prayers carried the dear pupils and laid
them at the feet of Jesus. At the close of the meeting, Mr.
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