The Highland glen : $b or, plenty and famineWrench, Matilda
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The Highland glen : $b or, plenty and famine
Wrench, Matilda
Famines -- Scotland -- Highlands -- History -- 19th century
him, though you canna trace him;’ he says, ‘I will never leave thee,
nor forsake thee.’ You saw that he was with your father and Moggie,
yet they died, but He was with them as the life of their spirit, and
now they are with Him for ever.” The child, soothed by her voice and
warmed by her embrace, ere long fell asleep in her arms; and thus
Margaret passed the dreaded night. She would not move for fear of
breaking the deep, sound sleep; but the presence of her God was with
her, and none of the terrors of darkness were suffered to approach
her.
The morning dawn showed Margaret her other children stretched on
their mattress as usual; but the grey cat, their constant companion
had disappeared. Stiff and weary, the mother laid herself down by
them and fell asleep; and the day was far advanced when she again
opened her eyes on the scene of so much suffering. The fever had not
attacked the others; and the boys who had had it, were recovering,
though so weak that without nourishment as they were, it was plain
they could not long survive. The baby seldom unclosed its eyes, it
lay and slumbered either on its mother’s lap, or on a bundle of rags
in a corner of the room. The rest had become too weak to cry, too
faint to talk, and except when the chapter was read, and the prayer
arose, or when Margaret repeated aloud some promise from God’s Word
to support the hearts of her little ones, silence reigned in the
cottage. Exhaustion produced drowsiness, and quieted the pangs of
hunger. The hope of procuring food had almost deserted her; the only
dwelling within two miles, was a solitary cabin, whose tenants were
little likely to be better provided than herself; and Margaret felt
that she had now only to wait in patience, till He who hath the keys
of death, should open the portals of the shadowy valley and lead them
all through it, to the mansions prepared for them above. Her own
strength was wonderful; it could not be natural strength, for that
had been drained by her infant, and by long abstinence and painful
watching; it was the strength of woman’s devotedness, upheld by faith
in the Word of God.
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