only assure her that no service was too much 

 to render such a mistress. She has often said 

 that "she was made for emergencies," and 

 we all knew her ingenuity, her swift grasp 

 of a situation, and her generalship in organ- 

 izing and using her resources. But the truth 

 is, she was made for service; no matter how 

 difficult, how delicate, how exacting a task, 

 she had the will and the spirit to do it well. 

 Few people I ever knew have been so vari- 

 ously and lavishly endowed by nature. Her 

 fingers were as nimble as her brain, and that 

 is to say much, for the play of her thought 

 was swift as the wind that sweeps over the 

 wheat. Once when Laurence was studying 

 with me, he said: "Cousin Sue, I just couldn't 

 work last night; mama had a guest and I 

 had to listen — you know how mama can 

 talk." Indeed I know — blessed be her 

 tongue forever. How she m.ade me laugh in 

 the midst of my own gloom, even when she 

 was lying helpless herself and in pain; how 

 she rose in the early dawn to take her ready 

 pen and pour her balm into some lonely and 

 suffering heart, when she was a constant suf- 

 ferer herself. Thank God for the friend- 

 ship of such a spirit, for the prospect of 

 eternal association with her in the "land that 

 is very far off." 



But, even if we could speak, all we feel, 

 as we cannot possibly, the sum of it is just 

 that she "ministered unto Him." Her life 



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