When he was able to sit up and use his arms, he made rope-mats; by
which, with casual help from his friends, he supported his mother and
paid her rent. He always mended his own and her clothes, and allowed
no time to pass away in idleness, which he was able to employ; and so
cheerful, so thankful, and so happy did this interesting couple appear,
that it afforded a lesson of instruction to be with them.
Hannah, who could only distinguish the glare of noon from the gloom
of darkness, had lived so long in the forlorn tenement they then
inhabited, and knew so well all the turnings of its steep and dangerous
stairs, that she could not bear to hear the proposal from some of her
friends to provide one more comfortable. Through the latter part of the
winter, and the commencement of the spring, George's sufferings greatly
increased; he was wholly confined to his bed, and so emaciated with
pain and disease, that although he was seventeen years of age, his arms
were not thicker than an infant's.
He had been a diligent reader of the Holy Scriptures; and though he
told me they had been to him a sealed book, until he was brought to
that bed of suffering, yet it was evident that his mind had long been
enabled to appropriate to his own necessities many of their precious
precepts. Though he labored under the combined effects of scrofula and
dropsy, in their highest degrees of virulence, yet I never heard him
repine; and often, while suffering extreme bodily anguish, he would
speak of the relief it afforded the poor afflicted body, to have the
mind composed and tranquil, and would say, "O, I feel like a poor worm
in the fire; yet all I desire is, to be favored with patience to bear
all my pain, and with a willing mind to wait the Master's will to take
me away."
For many days and nights together he was able to obtain but little
sleep; yet he showed no marks of restlessness or discontent. Once,
calling me to his bedside, he said, "I am afraid I am not patient
enough; but I often feel very weary, and I fear I shall wear my poor
mother out. I am more concerned for her than for myself--what should
I do for a care-taker if she were gone? She is very kind to me, and I
have many kind friends. I am afraid I am not grateful enough for all my
favors. To some, this garret would look like a dull place, but it never
looks gloomy to me; I have had more pleasure in it than I could have
had in the nicest parlor."
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