No wonder if I feel entirely used up this winter, and feel it a great effort to live.
There is not the slightest prospect of my ever getting back my lost property from that man--as he has long since left the country, and is said to be a great scoundrel and a very dishonorable man.

If he were not, he would never have risked the earnings of a poor orphan girl by asking for it on the eve of his bankruptcy.

Had I my property I might perhaps have given up teaching for a while, and gone away for a little change and rest, but God has willed it otherwise, no doubt for some wise purpose, and to some wise end, although so difficult and incomprehensible at present.

It is all doubtless for the trial of my faith and trust in Him.

Let me then trust in Him! Yea, though He slay me, let me yet trust in Him! Has He ever yet failed me?
Has He not proved Himself in all ages to be the Father and the God of the orphan and the widow?
He must see that I need these troubles and sorrows, or He would not send them, for my Father's hand would never cause his child a needless tear.