Seven Stormy Sundays Author:Lucretia Peabody Hale Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE THIRD STOEMY SUNDAY. THE DAILY BREAD. " God could have made all rich, or all men poore, But why he did not, let me tell wherefore : Had all been rich, ... more »where then had patience been ? Had all been poore, who had his bounty seen ? " Hekrick. THE THIRD STORMY SUNDAY. THE DAILY BREAD. " Give ua this day our daily bread." All day long I have been sitting by the fire, and, opposite me, that sad form.! She is sleeping now, and the tired body is leaning back for rest; the poor, pale hands are folded, and a smile of repose lies on the half-closed lips. She has been telling me her story, — she, poor child, still so much younger than I, who has yet lived through a life of so much suffering ! I quite forgot the storm that has been all day raging without, that has kept us both at home from church to-day, — I forgot it all in listening to the trouble of her life. She came to me yesterday ; she is to leave me to-morrow, and has administered to me to-day the religious service that I was not able to seek at the church. I cannot write down all her words, nor linger over all that she told me of her early life. Nor can I write the quiet tone with which all wastold me, — the tone which showed the suffering that was so deep it could not yet be called a past suffering. She said: " It was a very pretty home where I lived all my earlier years. And yet, at the time, my sorrow was not very great when I left it. For the sorrow had come before, when my father and my mother left me, one by one, and I was beginning to learn I was to live upon my own responsibilities. It is since then that I have looked back with sorrow upon my early home, and with regret. For though we lived so poorly, as some would think it, yet we lived comfortably. We did not know what want was, nor unkind treatm...« less