As for me, I will neither go to my home nor up into my bed, but I will watch by the man who was my faithful friend and companion till he is laid away." And in this mind he and his men remained firm, taking turns at the watching all that night and the next day.
As Macdonald finished speaking, the minister came into the kitchen, bringing with him the mother and the children.

The men all rose to their feet, doing respect to the woman and to her grief.

When they were seated again, the minister rose and said: "My friends, this is a night for silence and not for words.

The voice of the Lord is speaking in our ears.

It becomes us to hear, and to submit ourselves to His holy will.
Let us pray." As Ranald listened to the prayer, he could not help thinking how different it was from those he was accustomed to hear from the pulpit.
Solemn, simple, and direct, it lifted the hearts of all present up to the throne of God, to the place of strength and of peace.