...of the hardships I thought my hlind one might go under would hreak my heart to pieces ! Poor child, thought I, what sorrow art thou like to have for thy portion in this world ! Thou must he heaten, must heg, suffer hunger, cold, nakedness, and a thousand calamities, though I cannot now...

...of the hardships I thought my blind one might go under, would break my heart to pieces. Poor child, thought I, what sorrow art thou like to have for thy...thousand calamities, though I cannot now endure the wind shall blow upon thee ! But yet, recalling myself, thought I, I must venture you all with God, though...

...of the hardships I thought my blind one might go under, would break my heart to pieces. Poor child, thought I, what sorrow art thou like to have for thy...portion in this world ! Thou must be beaten, must beg, surfer hunger, cold, nakedness, and a thousand calamities, though I cannot now endure the wind shall...

...blind. Then he took her in his arms, and said, while the tears flowed from his eyes, " Poor child, what sorrow art thou like to have for thy portion in this world! Thou shall, be beaten, must beg, must suffer hunger, cold, nakedness, and a thousand calamities, though...

...blind. Then he took her in his arms, and said, while the tears flowed from his eyes, " Poor child, what sorrow art thou like to have for thy portion in this world! Thou shall be beaten, must beg, must suffer hunger, cold, nakedness, and a thousand calamities, though I...

...hardships I thought my blind one might go under, would break my heart to pieces. Poor child, thought 1, what sorrow art thou like to have for thy portion...thousand calamities, though I cannot now endure the wind shall blow upon thee ! But yet, recalling myself, thought I, I must venture you all with God, though...

...and with tender apprehension he speaks of her in language of impassioned solicitude. " Poor child, thought I, what sorrow art thou like to have for thy portion in this world I Thou must be beaten, must beg, suffer hunger, cold, nakedness, and a thousand calamities, though...

...and with tender apprehension he speaks of her in language of impassioned solicitude. ' Poor child, thought I, what sorrow art thou like to have for thy...this -world ! Thou must be beaten, must beg, suffer cold, nakedness and a thousand calamities, though I cannot now endure the wind shall blow upon thee...

...hardships I thought my blind one might go under, would break my heart to pieces. Poor child, thought 1, what sorrow art thou like to have for thy portion in this world ! Thou must be beaten, most beg, suffer hunger, cold, nakedness, and a thousand calamities, though I cannot now endure the...

...child," he thought to himself, " what sorrow is likely to be your portion in this world ! Thou wilt be beaten, must beg, suffer hunger, cold, nakedness,...a thousand calamities, though I cannot now endure that the wind should blow upon thee." But these feelings did not last long. He remembered the gracious...