I had been thinking long and deeply on the nature and office of the "Stone which the builders rejected." I felt as never before His promise, "I am with you always," to be true; for He was present with me indeed—the Paraclete, the blessed Comforter. Then I felt armed to go forth to do His work, and started on my daily errands of mercy.
The home of one of my patients was in a town located on the banks of the Androscoggin. While there, I received a message from a mother to come and help prepare her babe for burial.
The child had been struck with death since midnight, the nurse told me, and when I arrived was lying in its mother's arms, pale and gasping.
