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"Nellie, Nellie! What do you mean? Do I understand you aright? Do you wish
me to give up my work?"
"But you need rest, father. You have laboured so long, surely you can
afford to let someone else do it now."
"No, no. The Lord needs me yet. There is much work for me to do. Life to
me is in ministering to others. During those long days at Morristown, when
that cloud overshadowed us, how wretched was my life. Nothing to do--only
to sit with folded hands while others waited upon me. I shudder when I
think of that time. No, let me be up and doing, and God grant I may die in
harness, and not rust out in miserable disuse."
"But you should have an assistant, father," Nellie suggested, "and he can
give you great help."
"I have been thinking of that, dear. It seems now as if one great wish of
my life is to be granted. I have always longed to give several years to
God's service, without being chargeable to any one. Oh, to go among my
people, to comfort them, not as a servant, a hireling paid to do such
things, but as a shepherd who loves his flock, and whose reward is in
doing the Master's work, for the good of others.
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