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A MARTYRDOM. 183
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grievously bemoan her son Arthur . My Lady Thirconnel , Mistress JEsther that wasoften brought over her little son Arthur , for he was
so like his sainted , uncle that the venerable grandmother found him the deliht of her eyes . Now the picture of his uncle hung up in
the long g cedar gallery , and was often shown to the child , who knew it quite -well . One night in winterthe little one came running
, to us : " Uncle Arthur , uncle Arthur ! " cried he , and we ran out into the gallery with looks of awe . The gallery lay in profound
darkness , save the great window at the end , which was flooded and hostlin the moonlight . To this window the child pointed :
gy " Uncle Arthur , " repeated he . "We gazed and gazed , but saw nothing , and retired with solemn thoughts . That night , towards
morning , my lady called me up from the little bed I always occupied in her room lest she should want anything through the night . Now
there were two doors in my lady ' s room , so situated that , to go from one to the other , you had to cross the -whole room , and pass
the foot of my lady ' s bed . " Patience , " said my lady , in a tone of such deep and hap _|) y bliss that it even now rings in my ear ,
" Patience , my good girl , the "Lord hath been very good to me this night : I shall never have trouble on the ht account of the my enitential precious
Arthur any more ! As I lay awake this nig , saying p Psalms in order to wile away my wakeful hours , I saw my son come from that door by the fireplaceand pass by my bed to
and go into was my as fresh closet . as He young passed and all fai round ras ever , my bed my , happy and looked eyes beheld at me ,
him . Nay , more , fresh and , young , and fair : for there was a sort and of glorious listering , golden ! An halo indescrib around able him bliss that breathed made his around face look him white : and
he looked g full at me as he passed . ' Son Arthur , said I eagerly , 4 is it weil with thee ? ' * It is well with me , mother , ' replied
he ; c never grieve any more . ' And never more will I grieve , my good Patience , blessed be the Lord !" this hour
And the mind of my beloved lady was at peace from unto the day of her death , which took place some two years after , and which was a great release unto that great aan notable servant
of the Lord , though much lamented by all her affectionate family .
A Martyrdom. 183
A MARTYRDOM . 183
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), May 1, 1858, page 183, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01051858/page/39/
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