My friends, here was a poor old creature who
never in all her long life had anything to hope for except a word of
gratitude for a kindness done. Many a time I read the Bible to her, and
though I made it the study of my long life, yet from what might seem the
darkness of her mind, there would sometimes flash a new light and fall
with bright explanation upon its pages." The old negro halted to wipe
his brow and Jim whispered to Jasper: "Is that learning or ignorance
inspired? I never heard many white men talk that way."
"I don't know what it is," Jasper replied. "But that old man, I have
hearn tell, went through a great school along with his young marster."
"It should not be in sorrow that we place her here," the preacher
continued. "With the simple minded and therefore the virtuous, she
accepted the gospel as a reality and not as a theory, and a gleaner in
the harvest field of promise, she takes to the Master her old hands full
of the wheat of faith, and her soul will enter upon its glorious reward.
Let us pray."
As they were returning from the grave a negro came up to Jasper and
said that he wished for a moment to speak to him.
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