Author: John Ross MacDuff

Publisher: Theclassics.Us

Published: 2013-09

Total Pages: 88

ISBN-13: 9781230311494

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1883 edition. Excerpt: ... I. A DOMESTIC SERVANT. HANNAH BROOMFIELD. "HERE THEY WERE WITHIN SIGHT OF THE CITY THEY WERE GOING TO J ALSO HERE MET THEM SOME OF THE INHABITANTS THEREOF; FOR IN THIS LAND THE SHINING ONES COMMONLY WALKED, BECAUSE IT WAS ON THE BORDERS OF HEAVEN."--PILGRIM'S PROGRESS. "' THEY NEVER STOP SINGING THERE, SIR, DO THEY ? '--HIS THOUGHTS WERE WITH THE ANGELS IN HEAVEN."--BISHOP Patteson's LIFE, Vol. it p. IO4. ' HER MIND STILL WANDERED AMID GREEN PASTURES, WHERE SHE WAS STILL GATHERING THE LOVELIEST FLOWERS, AND WHERE SHE HEARD THE ANGELS SINGING TO HER."--MEMORIALS OF A QUIET LIFE, Vol. ii. p. 246. "Dust, to its narrow house beneath, Soul, to its place on high: They that have seen Thy look in death No more may fear to die." A DOMESTIC SERVANT. HIS young Christian fell asleep on the 25 th January 1874, at the age of twenty-six. It was the writer's great privilege to have her as a servant in his household; to be much with her during her illness; to be present at the final scene, and to follow her to her grave. What follows aspires to nothing more than humbly to record the story of God's grace in the consistent life and triumphant departure of one of His lowliest children--a modest leaflet added to "the short and simple annals" of the Christian poor. There is only one disadvantage in which readers are placed compared with the writer--the inability to have their interest augmented by having come into personal contact with the original, in her gentle, winning ways. It is like the difference between perusing a printed speech or sermon, and hearing the same coming fresh from the orator or preacher's lips, aided and emphasised by impressive look and gesture, and the varying tones and modulations of a living voice. No countenance I ever saw had, if...