Mrs. J. B. Webb

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Mrs. J. B. Webb The Pilgrims of New England

Dame Elliot took up the infant from its little wicker cradle, and held it towards Edith, saying gently—
Look up, my Edith, and bless the little being that God has given to call you back to life and happiness.'
'Happiness!' murmured Edith. 'That word has no meaning for me! Duty is my only tie to life.'
But she did look up; and as her eyes were long end fondly fixed on the unconscious features of the child, her own sweet look of gentleness rose into them again, and she raised her feeble arms, as if to take the infant.
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Mrs. J. B. Webb Naomi (1886)

A smile of pure benevolence and holy joy lighted up her countenance, and then faded away like the last rays of the setting sun on the cold surface of a wreath of snow. All was still—and friends and foes forgot for a moment all other feelings, in the contemplation of the awful change. Death looked beautiful on her placid features, which were as calm as those of a sleeping infant.
"She is not dead, but sleepeth," said Amaziah, in tone of deep solemnity. "May we die the death of the righteous, and may our last end be like hers!"
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Mrs. J. B. Webb Naomi (1886)

She thought her brain was wandering, and covered her eyes that she might not cheat her heart with vain delusions. But then the voice of Zadok came upon her ear as if it had been the voice of an angel, and though weak and faltering, she could not doubt those tones. The ecstasy, the gratitude, the wonder, that filled and overpowered her heart, may not be described by any human pen. Those who know what it is to recover once again a being dearer far to them than their own life, alone can know what Salome felt.
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