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Updated: May 7, 2025
"Jesus all the day long Is my joy and my song; O that all his salvation might see!" So, thinking busily, Nettie got home and ran up stairs. What a change! It looked like a place very, very far from those gates of pearl. Her mother sat on one side of the stove, not dressed for church, and leaning her head on her hand. Mr. Mathieson was on the other side, talking and angry.
Our fifty boxes were soon on board the John Knox, the Columbia, and our own boats all being heavily loaded and built up, except those that had to be used in pulling the others ashore. Dr. Geddie, Mr. Mathieson, Mrs. Paton, and I were perched among the boxes on the John Knox, and had to hold on as best we could.
"He never gave it to me," said Mrs. Mathieson, in the same tone. "But he will, mother. Look up there oh, how I love that tenth verse! 'If thou knewest the gift of God, and who it is that saith to thee, Give me to drink; thou wouldest have asked of him, and he would have given thee living water. See, mother, he will give, if we ask."
"Why didn't he?" said Mr. Mathieson. "Great lazy rascal! He wants to be flogged." "Oh don't!" said Nettie, "he didn't know why I asked him, or he wouldn't have refused me." "Why did you, then?" "Because it made my back ache so to bring it, I couldn't help asking him." "Did you ever ask him before?" "Never mind, please, father!" said Nettie, sweetly.
Nettie ran home, more comforted by her good supper, and more thankful to the goodness of God in giving it, and happy in the feeling of his goodness than can be told. And very, very glad she was of that little tin pail in her hand she knew her mother needed. Mrs. Mathieson had time to eat the rice broth before her husband came in.
Mathieson lived, after running down a little further from the village, met another road which turned right up the hill to the church; or Nettie could take the other way, to the main village street, and straight up that. Generally she chose the forked way, because it was the emptiest.
How glad she was New Year's day had come on Sunday. Mr. Mathieson was as good as his word. He was ready at the time, and they walked to the church together. That was a great day to Nettie. Her father and mother going to church in company with her and with each other.
She had been turning the leaves of her Bible, and read low and earnestly "'Now we are ambassadors for God, as though God did beseech you by us; we pray you, in Christ's stead, be ye reconciled to God. Oh, father, aren't you willing to be reconciled to him?" "God knows I am willing!" said Mr. Mathieson. "He is willing, I am sure," said Nettie.
Mathieson said; "but I forgot, child, we ought to have cinnamon and white sugar to eat on them; it was so that your father used to admire them; they wont be waffles without sugar and cinnamon, I'm afraid he'll think; but I don't believe you'll get him home to think anything about them." Mrs. Mathieson ended with a sigh.
Wainwright's assistant, I came into close and intimate relationship. They, alas! are no more. I have outlived them all. Each has played his part, and made, as we all must do, his exit from the stage of life. Prominent amongst these officers was John Mathieson, Superintendent of the Line, who was only twenty-nine when appointed to that responsible post. We became good friends.
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