We
hope that fears on our account will not be realized. Still there is
danger; and we try to be ready for life or death, as our Father sees
best. Though in a land of violence, we are not unhappy; we trust in
God, and hope this vine is being pruned that it may bring forth more
fruit. We would have all the gracious designs of God fulfilled, even
though we should be cast down."
The same day came tidings of the death of Mrs. Stoddard, at
Trebizond, and Miss Fiske wrote that night an account of it to her
former teacher, at South Hadley, adding, "Precious sister: she died
far away; but my Father knows why I might not stand by that dying
bed, and I would submit, though my heart bleeds. _Our_ homes
are sad to-night, and there is many a weeping eye among those for
whom she toiled so faithfully. From my first acquaintance with her,
she has been to me all that mortal could be. Her heart was tenderly
alive to the spiritual interests of the dear Nestorians; and to them
she devoted all her powers. It was she who first taught their
daughters to sing the songs of Zion. Few, probably, have
accomplished so much in so short a life.
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