That babytouch called out her love the doors of her heart were thrown open wide for the little infant to go in and take possession. Just feel how firmly he closes it " and with her own weak fingers she opened his little red fist, and taking Miss Benson's reluctant hand, placed one of her fingers in his grasp. "His little hand is quite a man's, already. Sally says he will have black hair, she thinks," said Ruth. Oh, how Ruth prayed, even while she was yet too weak to speak and how she felt the beauty and significance of the words, "Our Father" And her mother had thought the same, most probably and thousands of others think the same, and pray to God to purify and cleanse their souls, that they may be fit guardians for their little children. For here was a new, pure, beautiful, innocent life, which she fondly imagined, in that early passion of maternal love, she could guard from every touch of corrupting sin by ever watchful and most tender care. It was her own, her darling, her individual baby, already, though not an hour old, separate and sole in her heart, strangely filling up its measure with love and peace, and even hope. What it was, she would not have exchanged for a wilderness of girls. But now she did not think or remember this. It was a boy beforehand she had wished for a girl, as being less likely to feel the want of a fatheras being what a mother, worse than widowed, could most effectually shelter. The earth was still "hiding her guilty front with innocent snow," when a little baby was laid by the side of the pale, white mother. Oh, yes Can you go now? I am afraid of your lying too long on this heather there is a heavy dew." Won't you look at him?" said Ruth "he is so pretty" "You must not make him into an idol, or God will, perhaps, punish you through him."Īre you better, sir?are you very much hurt?" And in serving God" said Miss Benson, with tears in her eyes.
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