The latter you are,
I trust, prepared to resist; the former must come to all. I feel
that I have done my duty to you, not only in bestowing an abundance
of this world's goods, but that I have not entirely failed to
implant in your mind the treasure 'which neither moth nor rust can
corrupt.' I have done all that I could do, and in a short time I
must lay my body in the grave, and leave you an orphan. But you are
in the hands, and under the protection, of a Father who is
infinitely more able to take care of you than I have been. Into His
hands, with my ransomed spirit, I undoubtingly commit you.
"As I write this letter, I feel the hand of death upon me. In a few
short days, it may be only hours, I must go. I am the less ready to
bid you the everlasting adieu when I think of the dangers that may
surround you. In my last hours I am doomed to the torments of
suspicion. I pray God they may be groundless. Perhaps they are only
idle fancies, the dotings of an over-anxious father.
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