That mother who, having young children, still wishes to die, is an anomaly rarely met with.

No matter how much she may be forced to endure, she still prays to live for her sons' and daughters' sakes.

A poor sufferer once said: "If I had no child I would beg the good Lord to let me die.

But while my baby lives, I beg Him to spare this life which is too valuable to Him to be lost." It is not possible that an outsider "whose own the sheep are not" should know this heaven-given feeling.

Still, every unselfish mother will acknowledge that were she dying, she would be comforted to know that her children would find some conscientious, true foster-mother who would bring them up just as faithfully and tenderly as she knew how to do.
There is no more forlorn being on this wide earth than a widower with little children, and with no woman-relative to help him look after them.