She so labored, that her
influence is widening from generation to generation.
"The Lord is rewarding her even to the third and fourth generation.
But though she engaged in her work with such holy zeal, her journey
was short. Some of us had not seen our eighth summer when those
lips, on which were written wisdom, were still; and that tongue, on
which dwelt the law of kindness, was silent in death. Now she rests
in our churchyard. She sleeps with our dead, and her dust is mingled
with the dust of our fathers, till that day when she shall rise to
glory, and a company of ransomed Nestorians with her.
"But where is that other dear friend of our school [Dr. Grant], who
was the beautiful staff of her support? He encouraged her to labor
for us while many of us were yet unborn. His heart was large enough
to love every son and daughter of our people. He sowed with many
tears, and gave himself for the Nestorians. Shall we not believe
that the fruits of his labors have sprung up among us? Then, where
is he? Let us go silently, silently, and ask that ancient city,
Nineveh. It will direct us, 'Lo, he rests on the banks of the noble
Tigris.
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