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136 "Dids't thou not nourish and sustain
 * My infancy and youth?

Have I not testimonials plain,
 * Of thy unchanging truth?

"Though I've no home to call my own,
 * My heart shall not repine;

The saint may live on earth unknown,
 * And yet in glory shine.

"When my Redeemer dwelt below,
 * He chose a lowly lot;

He came unto his own, but lo!
 * His own received him not.

"Oft was the mountain his abode,
 * The cold, cold earth his bed;

The midnight moon shone softly down
 * On his unsheltered head.

"But my head was sheltered, and I tried to feel thankful."

Two or three letters were received after this by her friends in W, and then all was silent. No one of us knew whether she still lived or had gone to her home on high. But it seems she remained in this house until after the birth of her babe; then her faithless husband returned, and took her to some town in New Hampshire, where, for a time, he supported her and his little son decently well. But again he left her as before—suddenly and unexpectedly, and she saw him no more. Her efforts were again successful in a measure in securing a meagre maintenance for a time; but her struggles with poverty and sickness were severe. At length, a door of hope was opened. A kind gentleman and lady took her little boy into their own family, and provided everything necessary for his good; and all this with out the hope of remuneration. But let them know, they shall