And when he died, with his head resting on her hand,
though she had no evidence that her efforts were successful, her
wonderful calmness, under so severe a stroke, led many to feel that
she possessed a source of consolation to which they were strangers.
But her cup was not yet full. A few days passed, and she hastened
once more to her afflicted home, to find her mother entering the
dark valley. Others wept aloud, but she pointed the dying one to
Jesus; and supporting her in her loving arms, she seemed to plant
her feet in the cold waters of the river of death, and commit her
departing mother into the hands of Him who could bear her safely to
the other side. So sensible was her mother of the benefit she and
hers had received from the school, that when the teacher came in,
she beckoned her to her side, and said, with difficulty, "God is not
willing I should be a mother to my daughters any longer. I commit
them to you: they are yours." She soon fell asleep, as was hoped, in
Jesus. After this, Nazloo was in the school most of the time till
her marriage. As a teacher, no one could have been more faithful:
her religious experience was very marked, and she labored wisely for
souls.
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