C. L. Brightwell, Georgie's Present, or, Tales of Newfoundland
“ Ward, as she rose from her seat; and then, pointing to the western sky, she added: “How beautiful!—‘These are thy glorious works, Parent of good. Let us praise God, whose glory is shown in the works of His hands; for day unto day uttereth speech; night unto night showeth knowledge.’ I hope you, my dear George, will never be one of those who have eyes that see not, and ears that cannot hear. Your dear grandfather was only a little boy when he began to think of the great things of another world, and at the age of fifteen he solemnly devoted himself to the service of God his Saviour.” ”
