Andrew Golding - A Tale of the Great Plague by Annie E. Keeling
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done nobly--for their country and for the world.'
'Then, do you think,' I said, in some trouble, 'that we are all wrong, and only Andrew and those like-minded in the right?' 'Nay, dear heart,' said she, 'I think not so. The paths are many--but the Guide is one. Let us only follow His voice,--and He will bring us to His Father's house in safety. I have comfort about thy sister too,' she added presently, 'though I fear it is not such as she can value yet. Do not forget, dear child, to have Mr. Stokes sent for to-morrow; I wish to receive the most comfortable Sacrament of the Lord's Supper once more--with you all, before I go hence.' As she said the last words, her voice sank away, and I saw that she was sleeping once more. The next day we did as she had bidden, in sending for Mr. Stokes, who accordingly came, and gave the Communion to all our household, as well as to our poor aunt. I never liked him better than on that day. But a sad day it proved to us, for we all saw plainly how our second mother was now a dying woman. I think she hardly said twenty words to one of us thereafter, but quietly slept and dreamed her life away, and on the third day she was gone. This was last winter, the winter of 1664; and I remember how all that melancholy time the people were greatly disturbed about the comet that was to be seen, wondering what mischiefs it should betoken; I saw it myself, but so full was my mind of my private griefs, I cared not much about ill omens to the State. Indeed, one thing that soon happened was very distressing to us, and I shall shortly relate what it was. |
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