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"I must"

"Must is a hard word Let Jesus appoint, and let you and me

obey; because we love Him, and are His"

He was silent, and so was I then; the words trooping in a sort

of grand procession through sos are yours; whether life, or death, or the world,

or things present, or things to come; all are yours; and ye

are Christ's; and Christ is God's" I knew they swept by

there, in their sweetness and their majesty; I could not lay

hold of them to make them dith me then

A few days went past, filled with duty as usual;desire which had taken possession of me, to

know really how Mr Thorold was and ere the prospects of

his recovery His face always looked clear and well; I thought

his wounds were not specially painful; I never saw any sign

that they were; the dressing of them was always borne very

quietly That was not unco froh, or a knit

brow, or a pale cheek, or a clinched hand, gave one sorrowful

knowledge often that the heroise was more

severely tested in the hospital than on the field I never saw

any of these signs in Mr Thorold In spite of row inof hiether And