TRUST IN GOD.
A few words more, and my tale is ended.
The death of Noah Cotton, fraught as it was with agony to his wife, was
the means of rescuing the child of his first love, Ella Carlos, from
ruin--the little girl, whose striking likeness to her mother had made
such an impression on the mind of her unfortunate and guilty lover.
After the death of Sir Walter Carlos, who was the last of his name, and,
saving the young Ella Manners, his sister's orphan child, the last of
his race, the estate at F---- was sold to pay his debts, and the noble
property, that had been for several ages in the family, passed into the
hands of strangers. The young Ella, left dependent upon the charity of
an aunt of her fathers, married the curate of a small parish not many
miles from H----, in the county of S----. The match was one of pure
affection; the beautiful young girl brought no fortune to her husband.
Mr. Grant's income was less than 150_l._ per annum; but in the eyes of
love, it seemed sufficient for all their wants. Several years passed
away, and the young couple, though obliged to dispense with most of the
luxuries of life, did not repent the imprudent step they had taken.
Ella was the happy mother of three fine children, and she nearly doubled
her husband's slender income by teaching a small but select school. At
length the day of trial came. Mr. Grant was taken ill, and was obliged
to relinquish his parochial duties. Ella's time was devoted entirely to
her sick husband. The school was broken up, and after a long and severe
affliction, which consumed all their little savings, the curate died
deeply regretted by his flock, by whom he was justly beloved; and such
was the poverty of his circumstances, that his funeral, and decent
mourning for his wife and children, were furnished by subscription.
After the melancholy rite was over, the widow found herself and her
young children utterly destitute.
"I have hands to work--I must not despair," said she, as she divided the
last morsel of bread she had among the children, reserving none for
herself; "I have trusted in God all my life, and though it has come to
this, I will trust in His mercy yet."
She sat down by the window, and looked sadly towards the churchyard. She
could scarcely, as yet, realize the truth, that her husband was sleeping
there, and that she, the cherished idol of his heart, had prayed for
daily bread from the great Father, and was fasting from sheer want. It
was a bleak cold day,--the autumnal wind was stripping the sallow
leaves from the trees, and roaring like a hungry demon among the
shivering branches; a little sparrow hopped upon the window-sill, and
relieved his hunger by picking up some grass seeds that the children had
gathered in the ear; and left by accident there,--and while the poor
mourner watched the bird through her tears, the text so touchingly
illustrating the providential care of the Creator, recurred to her
memory--"Fear not, ye are of more value than many sparrows,"--and she
dried the tears from her eyes, and felt comforted.
The postman's sharp rap at the door roused her from her vision of hope
and trust, and she was presented with a letter. Alas! the postage was
unpaid, to her, who had not a single penny. This was a severe
disappointment.
"John Hays, I cannot take in the letter."
"Why not, Ma'am, I'm sure 'tis directed to you."
"Yes, but I have no money: I cannot pay the post."
"'Tis only a shilling."
"It might as well be a pound, John. You must take it back."
"No, Ma'am, that's just what John Hays won't do. I arn't over rich
myself, but I will trust you with the shilling, and take my chance. That
letter may bring you news of a forten."
Mrs. Grant read the letter; honest John, leaning against the open door,
eyed her all the while. At length she clasped her hands together, and
burst into tears.
"Oh lauk! oh lauk!" he cried, shaking his head; "there's no luck arter
all."
Mrs. Grant shook him heartily by the hand. "Your money is safe, John;
the letter does contain good news--news most unexpected and surprising.
Thanks be to God! no one ever trusted Him in vain."
The letter which gave such relief to her mind was from the lawyer
employed by Mrs. Cotton in arranging her husband's affairs. It apprised
Mrs. Grant of the sum of money found after his death in Noah Cotton's
bureau, to which she was the lawful heir, and requesting her for the
necessary documents, that would enable him to transfer it to her.
This unhoped-for piece of good fortune enabled Mrs. Grant to emigrate
with her children to Lower Canada, where a brother of Mr. Grant's had
been settled for some years. She opened a school in one of the principal
towns, and became a rich and prosperous woman.
Her eldest son is now a surgeon in good practice; her youngest a pious
minister; her daughter the wife of a respectable merchant. In the hour
of adversity, let us cling close to the Great Father, and he will not
leave us without daily bread.