" "May I tell God just what is in my heart?" Being assured
on that point, she fell on her face, weeping aloud, saying amid
sobs, "O God, I am not fit even for an old broom to sweep with," and
could say no more. This was doubtless the most worthless thing the
poor woman could think of in her humble home. But it was not long
ere she could join others in their little meetings for prayer; and
she still lives, honoring the Saviour, whom she loves. She is the
mother of two of the most useful graduates of the Seminary.
Again: a pious man brought his wife to spend a few days in the
Seminary, when she was somewhat thoughtful, and left her nearly a
week. Let Miss Fiske describe their meeting. "He came for her at
noon, and I was conversing with him in my room, when she passed out
from her closet without seeing him. (The small upper window to the
left, over the central door, marks the closet.) But he saw her, and
reached out his hand, saying, 'My beloved, come here.' She placed
her hand in his, looked up in his face, and answered his 'Is Christ
become beautiful?' with a gentle '_I_ think so.' The tears of
both fell fast, while he led her, without leave, into my chamber,
that they might unite in prayer.
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