Her teacher could put her finger on no part of those
large pages without touching a tear.[1] Still later, when news of
the death of Munny, of Ardishai, by the accidental discharge of a
gun, reached Miss Fiske in America, her first thought was, "Dear
child, I shall never again break off your communion with Jesus;" for
she remembered that when once she begged her to leave her closet and
get rest for the Sabbath, her reply was, "O, I am so sorry that you
spoke to me! I was having such a good time with my dear Saviour."
Only a few days before her death, while in the vineyard with her
brother, she suddenly clasped her hands, and exclaimed, "Blessed Mr.
Stoddard! when shall I see him? and when shall I see my blessed
Saviour?"
[Footnote 1: See page 138.]
A poor woman came to the Seminary one day, weeping for her sins, and
seated herself on the floor. The teacher was soon at her side,
telling her of Him who was wounded for our transgressions. She
prayed with her, and then asked her to pray for herself. "But I
can't pray; I don't know your prayers." "Hatoon, don't try to pray
like me, or like any body; but just tell God how you feel and what
you want.
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