Just as an illustration of this take the act of the poor fellows of the
Midnight Mission in Chinatown when my wife died. They wanted to show
their sympathy and their love, and a delegation of them came in a body
and placed a wreath on Mary's coffin. I learned afterwards how they all
chipped in for the collection--some a few cents, some a nickel. Don't
think for a moment that the Bowery down-and-out has no heart, for it
isn't so. Many a tough-looking fellow with a jumper instead of a shirt
has one of the truest hearts that beats. I only wish I could help them
more than I do.
When God took Mary away I thought it was hard, and I was sore and ready
to do anything, I didn't care what. There was a lady, Miss Brown, a
trained nurse, who had been with Mary all through her illness, whose
cheering words did me a wonderful lot of good. One thing she said was,
"Trust." God bless her!
A TESTING TIME
My old friend the Devil was in evidence during this hard time in all his
pomp and glory. I could hear him say, "You see how God treats you! He
don't care much or He wouldn't have taken Mary away. What did He do it
for? Why, He don't know you even a little bit.
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