She still lives to show how God can make grievous afflictions
yield the peaceable fruit of righteousness in his people.
In this connection, we cannot omit another letter, written by
Hoshebo to her teacher, in 1860, on the death of her son Absalom. It
is dated Saralon, where she and her husband Meerza reside.
DEAR MOTHER: I received your letter just before I received a bitter
stroke from the never-erring hand of my heavenly Father. Many thanks
for your loving remembrances of me. I cannot reward you for one of a
thousand of the good things that you have shown me, so unworthy. I
have many thoughts of you, and of those pleasant days that we passed
together in that blessed school. I am very sad when I think that
perhaps I may never, in this house of my pilgrimage, see your face,
which makes others to be exceeding glad.
Dear mother: like a daughter distressed, who would find a little
rest by falling into the kind arms of her mother, I come to tell you
what has pierced the heart of your poor child. It is true that you
are so far from me that I cannot lean on your kind breast, and let
you lead me in prayer to the Father who has afflicted me; but with a
feeling like that I write you.
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