Household Words, No. 11, June 8, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
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Household Words, No. 11, June 8, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
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the distress of Bleaburn than they had done; and he could assure his
neighbours, that supplies of nourishing food and wholesome clothing
would be lodged with the cordon till the people of the place could once
more earn their own living. Another reason why they might hope for
better health was, that they were learning by experience what was good
for health and what was bad. This was a very serious and important
subject, on which he would speak to them again and again, on Sundays and
at all times, till he had shown them what he thought about their having,
he might almost say, their lives and health in their own hands. He was
sure that God had ordered it so; and he expected to be able to prove to
them, by and by, that there need be no fever in Bleaburn if they chose
to prevent it. And now, about these Sundays and week days. He deeply
pitied them that they had been cut off from worship during their time of
distress. He thought there might be an end to that now. He would not
advise their assembling in the church. There were the same reasons
against it that there were two months ago; but there was no place on
earth where men might not worship God, if they wished it. If it were now
the middle of summer, he should say that the spot they were standing
on,—even yet so fresh and so sunny,—was the best they could have; but
soon the winter winds would blow, and the cold rains would come driving
over the hills. This would not do: but there was a warm nook in the
hollow,—the crag behind the mill,—where there was shelter from the east
and north, and the warmest sunshine ever felt in the hollow,—too hot in
summer, but very pleasant now. There he proposed to read prayers three
times a week, at an hour which should be arranged according to the
convenience of the greatest number; and there he would perform service
and preach a sermon on Sundays, when the weather permitted. He should
have been inclined to ask Farmer Neale for one of his barns, or to
propose to meet even in his kitchen; but he found his neighbours still
feared that meeting anywhere but in the open air would spread the fever.
He did not himself believe that one person gave the fever to another;
but as long as his neighbours thought so, he would not ask them to do
what might make them afraid. Then there was a settling what hours should
be appointed for worship at the crag; and the mourners came trooping
down into the hollow, with brightened eyes, and freshened faces, and
altogether much less like mourners than when they went up.
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