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necessary to their own. But God has taught us by affliction, what we
would not learn by mercies--that our hearts are his exclusive property,
and whatever rival intrudes, he will tear it away."

"He was a remarkably pleasant child--never cried except when in pain,
and what we often observed to each other was the most singular, he never
during his little existence manifested the least anger or resentment at
anything. This was not owing to the want of intellect, for his tender
feelings of sensibility were very conspicuous. Whenever I or his father,
passed his cradle without taking him, he would follow us with his eyes
to the door, when they would fill with tears, his countenance so
expressive of grief, though perfectly silent, that it would force us
back to him, which would cause his little heart to be as joyful as it
had before been sorrowful. He would lie hours on a mat by his papa's
study-table, or by the side of his chair on the floor, if he could only
see his face. When we had finished study or the business of the day, it
was our exercise and amusement to carry him round the house or garden,
and though we were alone, we felt not our solitude when he was with
us." ...

Her account of his last sickness and death follows, and she adds: "Thus
died our little Roger:

'Short pain, short grief, dear babe, was thine--
Now joys eternal and divine.'

We buried him in the afternoon of the same day, in a little enclosure,
the other side of the garden. Forty or fifty Burmans and Portuguese
followed with his afflicted parents the last remains to the silent
grave. All the Burmans who were acquainted with us, tried to sympathize
with us and console us under our loss." ... "We do not feel a disposition
to murmur, or inquire of our Sovereign why he has done this. We wish
rather to sit down submissively under the rod and bear the smart, till
the end for which the affliction was sent shall be accomplished. Our
hearts were bound up in this child; we felt he was our earthly all, our
only source of innocent recreation in this heathen land. But God saw it
was necessary to remind us of our error and strip us of our little all.
Oh may it not be in vain that he has done it. May we so improve it that
he will stay his hand and say, 'It is enough.'" A while after this she
writes: "Since worship I have stolen away to a much loved spot, where I
love to sit and pay the tribute of affection to my lost, darling child.
It is a little en