In the year 1842, when he was eighty years old, his wife died suddenly.
As the remains of Sarah were borne from their humble home, he stood
at the door, supported by his crutches, the tears streaming down his
cheeks. "Farewell," said he, "I shall see her no more, till we meet
within the Pearl Gates." Sarah was not inferior to her husband, to
whom she was a helper in spiritual and temporal things. He felt this
bereavement keenly, his situation without her was forlorn. Living
alone in his house, too feeble to dress himself, his son, who was out
at service, would put him to bed at night, and come in the morning to
dress him. Arrangements were made by several families to furnish him
with dinner, each taking a particular day; and this plan was pursued
for eight years. His landlord supplied his morning and evening meal,
until Quamino's sight entirely failed, when a faithful care-taker was
provided for him.
Charles Taber, a Friend and a Minister, from Canada, visited him one
morning, and was fervently engaged in prayer. When he rose from his
knees Quamino exclaimed, "Now I know that my prayer was heard. Dis
morning, after blessing and praising de Master for taking care of me
through de night, I asked Him to please to send me something to comfort
me through the day, and now He sent you to me, oh, my dear friend!"
Speaking of the evidence of evil around us, he said, "God is His own
interpreter and my comforter, and He will make all things plain."
Referring to his pains, he said, "The Lord is the physician--He has
a balm for every wound. It seems, as I sit here, I have a view over
Jordan. We must pass Jordan's swelling flood, and then we'll be in the
promised land."
In reference to his blindness, he said, that with his natural sight
and comprehension he had never been able to conceive the half of the
glory which should be revealed, or to form a conception of the "good
things" held in store even for so poor a creature as he felt himself to
be. "How long I have to remain in this state," he exclaimed, "the Lord
knows. I resign myself in His hands, and to His wisdom. Oh, the Lord
moves with me so beautiful! I trust the Lord has enabled me to seek and
to find His face and favor."
Being inquired of concerning his health, he replied, "That he could
not wish to be better--that he was so composed in mind, so calm and
peaceable. Oh, the glorious prospect I have in view. I can't see
anything of this world, but there seems to be a hovering around me. If
the heart is composed to His will, what can trouble us? Blessed Master,
please to give me an insight into Thy will." He spoke of the comfort
and strength which is afforded him to hear the Holy Scriptures read.
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