In the land of Ararat, a sketch of the life of MrsElizabeth Freeman Barrows Ussher, missionary to Turkey and a martyr of the great war . ulness inwatching between the dear ones, here and there,while they had been separated one from theother. In regard to leaving her home and thuscoming back she might adopt the words of theprosperous Jacob when he was returning fromhis interesting stay in Paden-aram: With mystaff I passed over this Jordan, and now I ambecome two bands. It was a great relief to the missionary familyto be able to feel that they had escaped all thedangers of the hard journey, and
In the land of Ararat, a sketch of the life of MrsElizabeth Freeman Barrows Ussher, missionary to Turkey and a martyr of the great war . ulness inwatching between the dear ones, here and there,while they had been separated one from theother. In regard to leaving her home and thuscoming back she might adopt the words of theprosperous Jacob when he was returning fromhis interesting stay in Paden-aram: With mystaff I passed over this Jordan, and now I ambecome two bands. It was a great relief to the missionary familyto be able to feel that they had escaped all thedangers of the hard journey, and were now in aland of rest, and of safety. But soon they hadgiven to them another lesson to learn. We donot know when our most deadly enemy may benearest. W^e are safe only when in faith werest in God. And then our safety is in Hisfaithfulness, and not in what we may disease came to the Ussher family. Theolder of the two little girls lay a dying. Godhad come to take her back to himself, his gift,Dorothea. Of that time her father says: Her lungs were swollen, and every breathshe drew was such an exertion as to shake THE FOUR CHILDREN THAT MRS. USSHER INTRODUCED TO THEIR GRANDPARENTS IN STONINGTON Dorothea, who died there, standing at the left. AGAIN IN THE HOMELAND 93 bed on which she lay. Her distress was extreme,and yet she bore it so patiently, and took theremedies without a murmur. Monday noon she seemed about to leave us,when she said: Papa, cant you please tellJestis to make me better ? She always said* tell for ask. I knelt by her bed and prayedfor her relief, and as I ceased, she said: Papa,papa, keep on praying. I told her, God hearslittle girls prayers; you pray too; not outloud, just think what you want to say, andhe will hear you; and she broke out, DearGod please make my pains better for Jesussake. Then she sank back in a cold sweat and itseemed as if she were going at once; but shedrew a deep breath, and began to breathe a few minutes she
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