"Now let us sing,
'Jesus loves me.'"
The child voices blended very sweetly with the mother's as they sang in
concert; then she told them a Bible story, heard each little prayer, saw
them laid in their beds, gave each a tender good-night kiss, and left them
to their rest.
Passing into her dressing-room, she found her husband there, pacing
thoughtfully to and fro. At sight of her a smile irradiated his whole
countenance, while his arms opened wide to receive her.
"My dear, dear husband!" she said, laying her head on his shoulder, while
he folded her to his heart, "how bravely you bear trials; how patient and
cheerful you always are under all circumstances."
"Not more so than my little wife; we have heard much saddening news
to-day, love; but most of it such as to make us weep for our friends and
neighbors rather than for ourselves."
"That is true; our losses are slight, very slight, compared with those of
multitudes of others; and yet it must sadden your heart to know that your
dear old home is in ruins."
"Yes, wife, it does; but I were an ungrateful wretch to murmur and repine,
had I lost everything but you and our four treasures in yonder room: but
you are all spared to me, and I am by no means penniless yet."
"Very far from it, my own noble husband," she answered, with a look of
proud, loving admiration; "for all I have is yours as much as mine.
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