Could she open it? Must she see
another face that night? She did open it, and there stood one of her
pupils, not so without feeling as her fainting heart had imagined.
Struck by the languor of her teacher's looks, she inquired tenderly,
"Are you very tired?" "No, not very; why do you ask?" "I cannot
sleep; our school has been resting on me all day, and I thought
perhaps you would help me to pray." The spell was broken; the dry
fountain of feeling gushed out afresh, and, with a full heart, she
said, "Come in, thou blessed of the Lord." As an angel from heaven,
that dear pupil strengthened her teacher that night, and together
they carried the whole household to Jesus. When at length she
retired, all was sweetly left with Christ, and he whispered peace.
She could sleep now, and when morning came there was still peace.
"Could ye not watch with me one hour?" was the word spoken to her as
she arose; and hardly had she repeated it at morning prayers, before
three, in different parts of the room, were weeping. She said
little, for she felt it safer to go and tell Jesus their wants and
their unworthiness.
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