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but these have excelled them all. Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain; but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised."
Mrs. Hoffman and myself have visited the school every Saturday, with the two who finish their week's attendance, and the two to commence the week following. We can assure you that the children make rapid improvement. We also visit the other schools, and can report that they also give us satisfaction.
Years and seasons roll on-the wheel of Providence keeps turning, bringing round great revolutions in the world, and smaller in narrower societies and among individuals : all equally under the direction of the great Maker and Governor of the universe, " who rules in the armies of Heaven, and among the inhabitants of this world.”
On opening a School for Poor Children: addressed to the
Teachers who volunteered their services.
My dear young Ladies,
Every thing new becomes matter of speculation, and variety of opinion.
An association of Ladies for the relief of destitute widows and orphans, was a new thing in this country. It was feeble in its origin; many treated it with ridicule; many raised against it the standard of opposition. The men could not allow our sex the steadiness and perseverance necessary to establish such an undertaking. But God put his seal upon it; and, under his fostering care, it has prospered beyond the most sanguine expectations of its projectors. Its fame is spread over the United States, and celebrated in foreign countries.
It has been a precedent to many cities, who have followed the laudable example. This fame is not more brilliant than just. The hungry are fed, the naked are clothed, shelter is provided for the outcasts, and medicine for the sick; and the soothing voice of sympathy cheers the disconsolate. Who are the authors of all these blessings? Your mothers, Ladies, the benevolent members of this, so justly-famed Society. But who are these children, that idly ramble through the streets a prey to growing depravity and vicious example? They quarrel, they swear; and such, no doubt, will lie and steal. And that group of dear little creatures running about in the most imminent danger, apparently without protection : are they under the care of this so justly-famed Society? They are. They are fed, they are clothed, their mothers' fireside is made warm for them ; but no culture is provided for their minds, nor protection from baneful example. These will, in time, follow that of the older ones, and grow up the slaves of idleness and vice, in the certain road to ruin.
Alas! alas ! and is there no help, no preventive? Yes, there is! Behold the angelic band! Hail, ye virtuous daughters, worthy of your virtuous mothers! Come forward, and tread in their steps ! Snatch their little innocents from the whirling vortex; bring them to a place of safety ; teach them to know their Father God; tell them of their Saviour's love ; lead them through the history of his life : mark to them the example he set, the precepts he recorded for their observance, and the promises for their comfort: and by teaching them to read, enable them to retrace all your instructions, when their eyes see you no
My dear young Ladies, the sacrifice you have made to virtue, shall most assuredly meet its reward : but, like your mothers, you will experience much painful banter. Let it pass—suffer it quietly. When your scheme begins to ripen, and the fruits appear, who shall be able to withhold their praise? Only be steadfast, draw not back, and justify the prophecies of many.
A great general, in ancient times, in search of glory, landed his troops on the hostile coast, and then burnt all his ships ; thus it became necessary for them to conquer or die. You have, Ladies, already embarked in this design ; there is no remaining neuter now; your names and undertaking are in every mouth ; you must press forward, and justify your cause; and justified it shall be, if you persevere; it cannot be otherwise. The benevolence you contemplate is as superior to that already in circulation, as the interest of the soul is to that of the body: and it is your own : the very scheme originated in a young mind in this company. The Society were contemplating mercenary agents, schools for pay; and one is already established.
But this labour of love who could have hoped for it? A Society of young ladies, in rank the first in the city, in the very bloom of life, and full of its prospects, engaged in those pleasures and amusements, which generally engross the mind, and shut out every idea, unconnected with self -coming forward and offering—what? Not their purses, that were trash: but their own personal services to instruct the ignorant, and become the saviours of many of their sex. It is indeed a new thing, and more strange, in this age
of dissipation, than that institution from which it sprang. May this, too, become the darling of Providence! May God put his seal upon this also! May he bless and prosper you in this undertaking; bless you, and make you a blessing!
Extract from the concluding part of Mrs. Graham's last
Will and Testament.
• My children and my grandchildren I leave to my covenant God; the God who has fed me, all my life, with the bread that perishes, and the bread that never perishes, and who has been a father to my fatherless children, and a Husband to their widowed mother thus far. And now receiving my Redeemer's testimony (John iii. 33.) I set to my seal that God is true ; believing the record in John's Epistle, that God had given to me eternal life, and that this life is in his son, who through the eternal Spirit, offered himself without spot unto God, and being consecrated a Priest for ever, hath, with his own blood, entered into the holy place, having obtained eternal redemption for me! I also believe that he will perfect what concerns me, support, and carry me safely through death, and present me to his Father, complete in his own righteousness, without spot or wrinkle. Into the hands of this redeeming God-Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, I commit my redeemed spirit.'
ON THE DECEASE OF MRS. GRAHAM.
Hark! did I hear the tolling bell
Emit a sound of woe!
That Death has struck a blow.
And could it sound the valued name
Of her who low is laid ;
The poor would feel dismay'd.
Her love was ardent to'her God,
His precepts touch'd her heart,
Rich blessings to impart.
Struck with the grace that Jesus show'd,
For guilty man to die;
His name to glorify.
Her ardent step was wont to seek
Affliction's narrow door;
In mercy to the poor.