He was made a preacher of the gospel which had performed
such wonders on his heart, and to the day of his death continued a faithful
and devoted minister of the Lord Jesus.
While at Tavoy, a second child was born to this missionary family. They
called him George, for his father. He yet lives--perhaps to bear the gospel
forth to those who swarm around his father's grave.
At Tavoy, too, little Sarah died, when nearly three years old. This child,
the first born, seems to have twined its affections sweetly and tenderly
around the mother's heart. She was indeed a lovely child. "Her bright-blue
eyes and rosy cheeks," her amiable disposition and obedient deportment,
won the kindness of all around her. She inherited the warm heart of her
missionary mother, and fond hopes were cherished that she might live to
fill her mother's place on heathen ground. But God's ways are not as our
ways. He removed the lovely flower, and blasted in an hour all the fond
expectations of her parents. In his infinite wisdom he saw the hinderance
the little one would be to his laboring servant, and in kindness took her
to his own arms.
When children die in this loved land they depart in the midst of tears and
sighs; kind friends sympathize and pray; the voice of sorrow is heard along
the line of many dwellings; and in many families is uttered the voice of
grief.
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