human
Janet, he whispered, as a woman of middle age, of spare form, with strongly marked features, betokening firmness and good sense, and clothed in the humblest style of attire, glided noiselessly into the room.
gpt
I feel that I am going. He lifted up his pale and shrivelled hand, and pointed to his children.
human
What is to become of them, it is hard to leave them destitute, utterly destitute, not a friend in the world from whom they may claim assistance.
gpt
Dinna talk so, minister, said the woman, approaching him, and placing his arm beneath the bed-clothes.
human
Ye yoursel have often told us to put faith in God, that He is the Father of the fatherless, and the husband of the widow. The dear bairns will nay want while He looks after them. I hanna dwelt forty years or more with the mistress that's gone, and her sainted mother before her, to desert those she has left behind, while I ha' finger to work with, and eyes to see. I'll never forget either to impress on their minds all the lessons you have taught me. It would have been little worth ganging to kirk if I had not remembered them too. I am a poor weak body mysel, it will not be me but He who watches over us will do it, let that comfort you, minister. The bairns will never be so badly off as ye are thinking, now that fever has made body and soul weak, but the soul will soon recover, and ye will rejoice with joy unspeakable. I repeat but your ain words, minister, and I ken they are true.
gpt
Ye are right, Janet. My soul is reviving, whispered the dying man.
human
Call in the bairns. I would have them round me once more. The end is near.
gpt
But it maun be, she said to herself, as she went to the door of the manse.
human
He who kens all things kens what is best, and the minister is ganging away from his toils and troubles here to that happy home up there, where he will meet the dear mistress, and, better still, be with Him who loved him, and shed His blood to redeem him, as he himsel has often and often told us from the pulpit.
gpt
Ye maun come in now, bairns, she said, in a gentle tone; when the children came running up on seeing her beckoning.
human
The minister is sair ill, and ye'll be good and quiet, and listen to what he says to you, he is ganging awa on a long long journey, and ye'll promise to do what he'll tell you till ye are called to the same place he'll reach ere lang.