The Story of the Life of MacKay of Uganda
Chapter XX -
The Night is Gone
So long Thy
power hath blest me, sure it still
Will lead me on
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone;
And with the morn those angel-faces smile
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
IT must be
distinctly understood that Mackay did not leave Uganda out of fear. He would
have greatly preferred to remain, but he believed it was for the good of the
mission that he should retire for a time, and the king and katikiro
ultimately agreed to this. But when his eyes were opened to the fact that
the Roman Catholics were looking eagerly forward to having the fort to
themselves as soon as he had quitted it, he resolved that he would not go
until a messenger was sent with him to take back one of his brethren. He
felt quite certain that, notwithstanding all that had happened, there was
not one among them but would be quite ready to occupy the post. Had Mackay
believed that any evil would befall any of his brethren he would not have
advised them to go on to Uganda, but he rightly felt that the hostility of
the Arabs was due to his influence with the authorities, and that, as
soon as he left, that would cool down.
were in great alarm, lest another general massacre should take place
immediately on his departure, but he comforted them with the promise that
another missionary would speedily come to help them; and that he had no
intention of returning to Europe, but would remain somewhere on the south
coast of the lake, where he would watch over their interests to the best of
his ability, and be ready to return should God open the way.
good-byes to this and that dark friend, and he was once more on board the
All had been
dimly star-lit; but the moon
Late rising, silvered oer the tossing sea,
And lighted up its foam-wreaths, and just threw
One parting glance upon the distant shores.
They meet his eye; the sinking rocks were bright,
And a clear line of silver marked the hills,
Where he had said farewell. A sudden tear
Gushed, and his heart was melted; but he soon
Repressed the weakness, and he calmly watched
The fading vision.
the south shore of the lake on August 1st, 1887; and, as he expected, a few
days afterwards the Rev. E. C. Gordon nobly went to hold the fort in Uganda.
futile endeavours to form a station at Msalala, he pitched his tent at
Usambiro. He writes You ask me where Usambiro is - I may define it as the
whole region immediately north of the wide country called Msalala. This
station is six miles north of the old Msalala station, and only about three
miles from the extreme south end of Smith Sound.
On the maps
you will see a place marked Makolo, which is our position. From our
front verandah we have a view of the extreme end of the creek, which, being
closed in by hills, looks like an independent lake. Although the water is
only about three miles off, it is quite inaccessible on this side, on
account of a broad belt of papyrus and bamboo. Hence we have to walk about
six miles before getting to our port. This papyrus fringe breeds myriads of
mosquitoes, which infest the country for many miles. These pests are most
numerous in the rainy season, and were it not for the fact that they come
out only at night, existence would be nearly impossible. But I am at home
anywhere on the shore of my beloved Nyanza, despite the strange mystery
which still hangs round its coast - east and west. All along the shore of
the lake, every half mile or so, are studded tiny hamlets, consisting of
about a score of round huts in a paling of coarse logs, and of course a
cattle kraal in the centre. These many villages, besides their geographical
interest, offer a peculiar interest to the missionary, as being so many
fields - I shall not say ripe for harvest, rather acres - where ploughing
and sowing must be done, and a patient waiting for the reaping diligently
practised. Unfortunately, every days march generally finds one in another
tribe, with another language new to the preacher, and therefore presenting
obstacles to its ready acquisition.
He had brought
with him his engines and machinery, together with the printing press, heavy
boxes of type, ink and paper. At a new station, building and other work had
to be carried on vigorously, as he was daily expecting Bishop Parker, the
second bishop of East Equatorial Africa; Mr. Ashe, back from England, and
some others, and there was no accommodation for them. The work of printing
and translation also went on apace, and he was able to send on many books
and portions of Scripture to Uganda.
Christmas the new reinforcements had arrived, and as there were now six
missionaries at the little station, they held a many days conference.
been so long in the midst of barbarism and degradation and persecution, with
no educated brother to exchange sentiments with, that to enjoy the society
of the Bishop he had so long pleaded for, and of four other Englishmen,
among whom was his dear old friend Ashe, was indeed a rare treat. He says:
Coals of fire, however hot at first, if scattered by ones or twos, here and
there through the room, are likely soon to die out; but if gathered together
in one grate, speedily burst into flame and contribute more warmth, even in
the remotest corners, than when lying about singly in all directions. So it
is here. So down-sunk are the people of East Africa in the scale of
religious and intellectual existence, [Mackay was referring here to the
tribes at the south of the lake, and not to the Baganda, who are
vastly superior to the surrounding nations, and thousands of whom have been
brought to Christ. ] and so little encouragement does the missionary find in
endeavouring to elevate them by the power of the glad tidings of grace, that
one or two most earnest men, stationed in isolated positions, are apt to
find their ardour cooled and their courage gone. But three or four men in
one spot, living together, working together, encouraging one another, loving
one another, form in themselves an element of strength which, by the
blessing of God, soon makes itself felt in all the country round.
time he wrote to his old friend Dr. Baur, asking him to enter into
communication with the Moravian brethren, with a view to their sending
missionaries to Central Africa, and to let Bishop Parker know the success of
the negotiations. This was done, first because the Bishop found that East
Equatorial Africa alone could easily absorb a hundred new men every year,
for always half of them would be either sick, or otherwise hors de combat;
and secondly, because schism and self-content so occupy the minds of
Christians in England and Scotland, that really only a very small fraction
of them have ever come to realise that the extension of Christs kingdom is
their DUTY AND PRIVILEGE; and consequently the Church Missionary Society
never succeeded in supplying even the vacancies at the existing stations.
entered heartily into the undertaking; but, alas! the letters to Bishop
Parker were returned, as he had already gone home; and Dr. Baur says:
When the Moravians again inquired of me if it would be advisable to
commence a correspondence with Mackay on the matter, the sad news arrived
that he also had entered into rest.
The station at
Usambiro was very unhealthy, and several of the party suffered much from
fever. Soon it became a diminished band, for within a fortnight the Bishop
and Mr. Blackburn were called to higher service. There was no time to make
coffins, as the natives objected to burial, so graves were hastily made, and
the blessed dead were reverently wrapped in some beautiful bark cloth of
Uganda manufacture. Necessity knows no law, and in order that the Christian
porters, who had accompanied the Bishop from Freretown, might understand,
Mackay, who alone of the mission band could speak their language, read the
burial service, on both occasions, by the wish of his clerical brethren.
Mackay received a letter from the King of Uganda, requesting him to send
on, at once, the new Muzungu who had accompanied Mr. Ashe from England. The
gentleman in question was the Rev. R. H. Walker. The first day that the
Eleanor was in port Mr. Walker bravely set out, and on arrival was
received by Mwanga with great pomp the petty tyrant believing he would thus
inspire his guest with fear of the gigantic power of Uganda.
Mr. Ashe also
was compelled to leave and to return to England, on account of his health,
and once more Mackay was alone; but he did not feel lonely, for he had more
than enough to do, and hosts of natives were always crowding about him.
Uganda the missionaries were always more or less in fear of the authorities,
but at the south end of the lake the great trial was inter-tribal wars.
About this time there was a war scare at Usambiro, and Mackay had an anxious
time, as the fighting lasted three days, and he had to arm himself and his
men and prepare for being attacked, although he would willingly have paid an
indemnity, if at all possible, to avert bloodshed. Happily the enemy, after
a great blazing of gunpowder, were defeated by the chief of the place, and
left. All Stanley's bales and boxes, which had been sent up country to
Mackays care, he had to secrete; while the multitudes of bundles of beads,
belonging to the Emin Relief Expedition, he stored high up among some rocks.
The foe actually burnt the villages, and several were killed on both sides.
Had the chief been defeated, who knows what would have become of the mission
strange events had happened in Uganda. Mwanga's robberies had raised general
discontent, and matters came to a climax when his wicked plot was;
discovered, of trying to ship all his body-guard to a desert island in the
Nyanza, and leave them there to die of starvation.
A new king was
elected, and Mwanga fled to the lake, and all his women, of course, after
him. Arriving there he found only five canoes, so that most of his harem had
to be left behind. Soon, however, four canoes deserted, and there was only
one left. Mwanga, with his thirty boys and six women, held on until they
reached the Arab settlement of Magu, all the south coast of Speke Gulf.
Thence he sent a letter to Mackay, imploring him to come and take him away
from the Arabs, who were fleecing him. Mackay felt very sorry for him,
notwithstanding all his murders and persecutions, and sent him, on three
occasions, cloth to buy food, and to wear. Mwanga begged Mackay to forget
bygone matters, and to restore him to his kingdom, and he would never be bad
again! Again he sent urging Mackay to take him to Europe, or anywhere he
liked, or kill him if he chose. However, ultimately he managed to escape
from Magu to the station of the French priests, who baptised him; and
by-and-by, after many humiliations, he was, with loud and real rejoicing,
carried shoulder-high from the lake to his former capital, and made kabaka
once more; only he was no longer the despotic master and murderer of the
Christians, but a helpless instrument in their hands, or they
occupied all the posts of authority.
But how had
the noble missionaries Gordon and Walker been faring in Uganda? Mackay was
most anxious about them, as he heard there had been another revolution,
caused by the Mohammedans (who were determined to have no Christianity in
the country), and was just starting to the French mission station for news
of them, when he sighted the Eleanor; and, sure enough, his dear
brethren were on board, but in strange plight, for, as Mr. Walker expressed
it, they had just been taken by the scruff of the neck and bundled out, but
without their bundles!
They had been
imprisoned for a week in a wretched hut, where they had, almost no food, and
only a blanket each, and had to lie amid filth and vermin, while more than
once they had reason to believe that they were about to be murdered. Writing
to Mr. Ashe, Mackay says: You know how we were often in the same state, and
how it makes the hair turn grey.
(French and English) were sacked and plundered of everything by the
authorities and the mob. Every book was torn from its back, every bottle
emptied of medicine, everything else taken, struggled for, and destroyed,
the doors wrenched off their hinges, and the C.M.S. house left a fearful
wreck. Ultimately, they were all (French and English missionaries) pushed on
board the Eleanor, with no food, and almost no clothing, and no
bedding or tents, or any protection from sun or rain. The evening they set
out they were shipwrecked, and five boys drowned, but after much difficulty
the boat was recovered and patched by Mr. Walker, and the voyage continued.
The C.M.S. brethren had absolutely nothing with which to buy food on the
way; but the Frenchmen, finding themselves, in more senses than one, in the
same boat, showed them the greatest kindness and shared everything with
Mr. Walker had
been stripped of his coat, trousers, and hat, before embarking, but he
contrived to save a blanket. Such is the fanaticism of Islam, that the only
two books he had saved, his Testament and Prayer-Book, were snatched from
him and thrown into the lake.
After a little
while, a great many Christians, who had escaped from Uganda at the time of
the revolution, found their way to the mission station at Usambiro. The
Baganda are naturally lazy, but Mackay made them work for their food and
clothes. He ever strove to instil into their minds, by his own example, the
importance and dignity of labour, and that idleness is quite inconsistent
with the Christian life.
They were very
eager to acquire mental knowledge, while some of them were capital readers
and of great assistance in translation work. Mackay was also teaching two of
them to help in the printing office, as he found there was no want of
intelligence to enable them to become rapid compositors in time.
Gordon was with him, he was relieved of much teaching, and spent a good deal
of time in the workshop. The Eleanor was becoming almost unseaworthy,
and it was absolutely necessary to get another boat; but first a month had
to be spent in the dripping forest (among long grass, taller than himself),
felling and dressing trees for sawing, etc. On returning to the station, he
found that a leopard had visited the goats' house every night for his
supper, until thirty goats and calves had disappeared. So he made a strong
stockade all round the mission premises, and built a huge trap by which he
captured the animal.
But a day came
when a reaction took place in Uganda; and at the urgent request of Mackay,
Messrs. Gordon and Walker immediately started in canoes for the country
whence they had been so summarily ejected a few months previously. Writing
to Ashe, he says: I have great hopes of them. They are good men and true,
and we may be proud of them as our successors.
But what could
have happened? A few hours after they left, Mackay despatched two men after
them to fetch them back with all speed, but they failed to catch them up.
unusual must have taken place, for by dawn next morning all were early astir
at the station, and great preparations were being made. A fat goat was
killed and fresh bread baked, and every now and again some one was sent to a
point of vision to look. At last Mackay went himself, and behold, in the
distance a great caravan! On went a white linen suit and white felt hat, and
off he set to welcome the Emin Relief Expedition, including Mr. Stanley,
Emin Pasha and daughter, Signor Casati, Signor Marco (a Greek), Signor Vita
Hassan (from Tunis), Lieut. Stairs, Captain Nelson, Dr. Parke, Mr. Jephson,
and Mr. W. Bonny; together with four hundred Soudanese, three hundred and
fifty Zanzibaris, and a hundred Manyuema, who were, however, no
Writing to Sir
Francis De Winton, Mr. Stanley says:-
"C.M.S. STATION AT MSALAI.A, SOUTH END OF
LAKE VICTORIA, EAST CENTRAL AFRICA
My DEAR DE
WNINTON,--We arrived here on the 28th inst., and found the modern
Livingstone, Mr. A. M. Mackay, safely and comfortably established at this
mission station. I had always admired Mackay. He had never joined in the
missionaries' attacks on me, and every fact I had heard about him indicated
that I should find him an able and reliable man. When I saw him and some of
his work, about here, then I recognised the man I had pleaded, in the name
of Mtesa, should be sent to him in 1875, the very type of man I had
described as necessary to confirm Mtesa in his growing love for the white
referring to the testimony of some other members of the Expedition, says: I
remember also with great pleasure hearing Casati say: When I shook hands
with Mackay he appeared to me to be the man my imagination had pictured:
gentlemanly in his bearing, outspoken, but without harshness; clever
looking, high-minded, scanty of words. Death took away in him, soon after
our arrival at the coast, a life which, with noble greatness of soul, was
devoted to the salvation and civilisation of his fellow-men.
the Expedition rested from their long and arduous journey, and the society
of so many gentlemen was a great enjoyment to Mackay.
On the 17th of
September they all departed, and he walked part of the way with them and
wished them God-speed, waving his hat till they were out of sight. As one
has said, Stanley and his party came home to European platforms and royal
receptions; the lonely missionary went to the Palace of the King of kings!
his officers all urged Mackay to accompany them to Europe; the Church
Missionary Society had invited him, time after time; his friends continued
to plead with him to return home to recruit, but in vain. He would not quit
his post until reinforcements arrived. Whether he had any presentiment that
a call would soon come which he could not disobey, is not clear; but during
the next four months, amidst his multitudinous duties of teaching the
Baganda refugees, drugging, printing, translating, together with the
laborious work of the new steam launch he had on hand, his spirit seems to
have been greatly exercised about the half-heartedness of Christians at
home, towards the claims of missions, especially of African missions, which
are languishing for lack of aid.
His heart was
gladdened by the news that Christianity was again established in Uganda, and
he sent home a ringing appeal to Christian England, saying that the
Continental idea of every citizen a soldier is the true watchword
for Christian missions, for that the King's command is Go YE, not Send!
Eagerly I long for a strong batch of good men for the work, and, Oh for a
bishop! Our people are most urgent that we should plant stations all over
Uganda, not merely at the capital, and no one will hinder us if we only
had the men. The Roman Catholics have already sent five men in, and many
more will follow. Where is the great Church of England, and the greatest of
time he writes: I have been toiling at the forge and lathe, and have got
our steam arrangements far on to completion. The three-cylinder engine and
two steam pumps and injector stand all ready fitted for the boiler. The main
boiler-shell is also carefully jointed and riveted together, and so is the
fire-box. But that has been a most serious job, as all these years of
knocking about have thrown all the shells terribly out of shape, as well as
rendering them steely and brittle. Many new parts had to be made, and
rivets also by the hundred, as these were mostly lost; but the most of that
work is now done, although a good deal remains to complete it to my
satisfaction. High-pressure steam is not a thing to play with, and unless
every part is carefully calculated for strength, and exactly fitted, there
may be accidents, for which I would be responsible.
morning, early in February 1890, the din of the iron hammer was hushed, the
glare of the furnace faded, the last blast of the bellows was blown, and
all was still within the little stockade, save for the silent footsteps of
his Baganda pupils, flitting in and out with awe-stricken faces. Why is
this? Where is Mackay? But yesterday he was busy packing for, and assisting
his colleague, Mr. Deekes, to go home to England; and now he himself lies
delirious on the bed where Bishop Parker breathed his last. The worst was
feared, but no help could be obtained. No more dangers, or trials, or
sorrows, or hopes deferred, or fitful fevers for the faithful missionary.
Four days more of delirium, and on the 8th of the month the summons came,
Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.
May his life
and example stimulate and inspire many to live unselfish lives in the same
living faith of a living Saviour!
Letter from Mr. David Deekes.
CENTRAL AFRICA, Oct. 14th, 1890.
MACKAY, -- Your letter dated June 4th reached me a few days ago. I am sorry
I was not able to give you a more detailed account of your sons death, but
I was so ill at the time of writing that what I did write was written with
great difficulty. Thank God, my health has improved, and I now feel better
able to write you the particulars of that sad event.
From the time
I first met Mr. Mackay, which was about two years previous to his death, he
has invariably enjoyed good health; he would occasionally have an attack of
fever, generally preceded by a cold, but never any bad attack.
At the time
Mr. Stanley and his party passed here, and for some time after, in fact
right up to within a few days of his death, he was as jovial and well as I
have ever known him to be. He thoroughly enjoyed Mr. Stanleys visit, and
was always referring to it; even when delirious he would again and again ask
me if Mr. Stanley and his party were being properly entertained and made
symptom of fever was an ordinary cold in the head, which he got, I think,
when working down in the workshed on the boiler of the steamer he was making
for the Nyanza. From early morning right up to sunset he would be at work,
and after the evening meal he would sit with the Baganda Christians (there
were several here at that time), and translate the Scriptures. He was then
doing St. Johns Gospel, which I think Mr. Gordon has since finished; he
also held a reading-class at midday, whilst the workmen were having their
dinner. I have often advised him to give up something and rest a little (I
was not able to do any part of his work myself, not having the mechanical
skill, and not knowing the Luganda language); but he would say the great
secret of health in Africa was keeping oneself fully employed.
I agree with
him; but I cannot help thinking he overdid it, and that the heavy, laborious
work in which he was engaged in a draughty workshed was to a great extent
the cause of his last illness. He had been unwell with a cold, as I have
said before, but this did not hinder him from making arrangements for me to
leave for England. The day had come for my departure, and I was ready to say
good-bye, when on entering his room I found him on the bed in the hot stage
of fever. I could not leave my brother missionary alone in this condition,
therefore at once I dismissed the men who were engaged to carry my loads,
and decided to wait a few days longer. On the morrow, however, he became
delirious, and continued so for four days, when he expired. Strange to say,
all his remarks during the time of unconsciousness were made in English. At
times he was somewhat violent, and threatened to leave the house and go and
sleep in the forest.
I had a
coffin made of the wood he had cut for the boat, and at 2 p.m. on the Sunday
I buried him by the side of the late Bishop Parker. The Baganda Christians
and the boys of the village stood around the grave, and I began to read the
burial service, but broke down with grief and weakness. The boys and Baganda
Christians sang the hymn, All hail the power of Jesus name, in Luganda,
and we returned to the house. Never shall I forget that day, and many others
that followed it. I did miss my friend so much; tears come to my eyes when I
think of those sad days. I prayed that God would spare me that I might hold
the post till others came, and this He has been pleased to do, inasmuch as
Bishop Tucker and his party are now within three weeks march of this place,
and my health remains good.
A few days
ago his Excellency Dr. Emin passed here. Mr. Walker, who was here at that
time, accompanied him to the grave of our dear brother. His Excellency did
not leave the grave without shedding a tear and taking away a small piece of
stone on the grave. He said he had lost a great friend, but he rejoiced
that there was a hope of meeting him again.
It is hard
for us to realise Gods purpose in taking away such a valuable servant, when
by us he was so much needed, but God knows best and doeth all things well.
May we who
are left follow the example of those who have gone before, in using our time
well in the service of our Lord. His Excellency Dr. Emin has taken three
things belonging to the late Mr. Mackay, for which he has given me a
receipt, which I enclose in this letter.
regards to the members of your family,
dear sir, yours very sincerely,
DAVID DEEKES, C.M.S.
On April 2nd,
1890, a messenger arrived at the mission station in Uganda, with the news:
Mackay is dead, and Deekes is dying. Next mowing the Rev. R. H. Walker
started for Usambiro, but, owing to vexatious delays in getting canoes, and
rough weather on the voyage, he did not reach the south end of the lake till
the 18th of May. He writes:
much better, I am thankful to say. Poor dear Mackay! I wish I could have
been here to nurse him a bit. Deekes was helplessly ill himself, and sent
off to Bukumbi to the French priests to help him, but ere the good Samaritan
came our dear friend had died. Unavoidably, he was a bit neglected. I do not
know what could have done him good, but I should have liked to have tried.
letter from his colleague, Rev. E. C. Gordon, explains the reason why Mackay
did not return with his brethren to Uganda in August, 1889:-
ATWICK VICARAGE, HULL,
DOCTOR MACKAY, - Much work has been the chief cause of delay in writing you.
The work in which I am now engaged often reminds me of your noble son, whose
death was such a great loss to the Uganda Mission. I am hoping soon to hand
over to the Bible Society the work upon which your lamented son was busy
shortly before the time of his death. You know he was translating the Gospel
of St. John. He finished the first fourteen chapters, and began the
fifteenth, and then he was suddenly called away to the rest that remaineth
for the people of God. Your sons life was one of anxiety and toil, and he
well needed the rest and enjoyment of the Higher Service in Heaven.
labour and toil for the good of the Baganda and Africa will best be known at
that day when the Lord Himself will declare before His saints how His
servants have served Him.
It was by the
skill and wisdom of your son that the mission work in Uganda was kept from
destruction. He guided the work of the Mission through the constant perils
of its checkered history. He patiently bore with the haughty pride of the
often enraged authorities, and would not abandon the good work. His own
patient labour was abundantly rewarded with much blessing from on high. He
and those with him sowed the spiritual seed of the kingdom, and it foundroot and sprang up to bear good fruit.
They laid the only good foundation which God has given, and God gave them
the joy of seeing abundant success. It is a great honour to have entered
into the good labours of such men. It was my happy lot to enter into the
labours of your son, of O'Flaherty and Ashe, and to see the solid worth of
his and their work.
It was also
my good fortune to benefit by the wise advice which your son was so well
able to give. At Msalala the greedy natives had become too exacting, and
great tact was required to remove the Mission from there without loss, but
your son was equal to the difficult task. His patience with the rude natives
was very great. I observed him here, and learned many other lessons that he
could teach. It was your son who decided that the time had come for the
missionaries to return to Uganda. He was so sorry not to be able to return
himself, but he sent Mr. Walker and me. Who can tell his great sorrow of
heart at his own detention at the south end of the lake at that time? So
great was his devotion to duty that he felt himself detained at Usambiro by
the heavy work he had on hand. But his longing hope was to be able to return
to Uganda in the boat which he was diligently building. He was expending all
his strength upon this work, for whatever he undertook to do, he did with
all his might. One of the Baganda Christians asked me to express his
feelings of sympathy with you in the loss of such a son. He meant that he
had learned to value your son as his spiritual teacher, and was able in some
measure to feel sympathy for you in your great sorrow.
You will like
to hear something about this man. His name is Tomasi (Thomas) Semfuma, and
he has often been mentioned in letters from the lake. He was one of your
sons early pupils, and by diligence and perseverance he became a good
reader. He is a great friend of Sembera Mackay, and the two were chosen to
be Church Elders. They both lived together for a long time, and served the
same master, who was also a Christian. Tomasi with others suffered many
privations for the sake of Christ. He often found it difficult to hide from
the wrath of man in the time of Mwangas tyranny. Tomasi was a good teacher,
and he often taught others who had not had the same advantages as himself.
He also helped your son in the important work of translating the Gospel of
St. Matthew into Luganda. When the Christians were driven from Uganda by the
jealous Mohammedans, he went with them to Busagala, and when the Christians
were victorious over the Mohammedans, he was sent by the Christians to
Usambiro to invite us to return to Uganda.
many Baganda who thank God that your son was sent to them with the message
of Gods great love in Christ. I am sure it was a great comfort to your son
to have one of those whom he had taught to minister to him in the time of
his last sickness. When the fever overtook him, and found him too weak to
resist the dire disease, he gradually sank under its power. The fever met
him when crushed down by the overpowering weight of his work, for he had no
one to help him nor to lighten his burden.
It is a sad
pity that Mr. Deekes was so unwell, and unable to do much for him; but God
did not leave him without consolation, for he had with him his faithful
friend, Sembera Mackay.
which this man, and a few more of the Baganda gave the sick man was limited,
but it was genuine, and no doubt your son was comforted by it. They watched
the sick bed, and never left him until he had breathed his last.
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