Chapter 20—Encouraging Providences
      
      
        Again I was called to deny self for the good of souls. We must
      
      
        sacrifice the company of our little Henry, and go forth to give ourselves
      
      
        unreservedly to the work. My health was very poor, and should I take
      
      
        my child, he would necessarily occupy a large share of my time. It
      
      
        was a severe trial, yet I dared not let him stand in the way of duty. I
      
      
        believed that the Lord had spared him to us when he was very sick,
      
      
        and that if I should let him hinder me from doing my duty, God would
      
      
        remove him from me. Alone before the Lord, with a sorrowful heart
      
      
        and many tears, I made the sacrifice, and gave up my only child to be
      
      
        cared for by another.
      
      
        We left Henry in Brother Howland’s family, in whom we had the
      
      
        utmost confidence. They were willing to bear burdens, in order that
      
      
        we might be left as free as possible to labor in the cause of God. We
      
      
        knew that they could take better care of Henry than we could should
      
      
        we take him with us on our journeys. We knew that it was for his good
      
      
        to have a steady home and firm discipline, that his sweet temper might
      
      
        not be injured.
      
      
        It was hard to part with my child. His sad little face, as I left him,
      
      
        was before me day and night; yet in the strength of the Lord I put him
      
      
        out of my mind, and sought to do others good.
      
      
        For five years Brother Howland’s family had the whole charge of
      
      
        Henry. They cared for him without any recompense, providing all his
      
      
        clothing, except a present that I brought him once a year, as Hannah
      
      
        did Samuel.
      
      
        Healing Of Gilbert Collins
      
      
        One morning in February, 1849, during family prayers at Brother
      
      
        Howland’s, I was shown that it was our duty to go to Dartmouth,
      
      
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        Massachusetts. Soon after, my husband went to the post office, and
      
      
        brought a letter from Brother Philip Collins, urging us to come to
      
      
        Dartmouth, for their son was very sick. We went immediately, and
      
      
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