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 watch, even in moments of great stress, and soon his heavy breathing told his mother that slumber had locked his senses in a merciful oblivion.

Madam Chenoweth could not sleep. At length her forced calmness gave way, and outraged nature found its natural vent. Laying her head on the table, she burst into tears. Sobs shook her frame, and between her gasps for breath she cried aloud to Him on whom her soul leaned for support. "Lord, Lord, I am poor and needy. Hear the voice of my supplication. Out of the depths do I cry unto Thee. Hasten Thou to deliver me!"