made no objection; and he was
similarly `agreeable,' as he expressed it, when Young further proposed
to have service forenoon and afternoon on Sundays.
For some months these various occupations and duties were carried on
with great vigour, much to the interest of all concerned, the native
women being quite as tractable scholars as the children.
We cannot tell now whether it was the extra labour thus undertaken by
Young, or some other cause, that threw him into bad health; but certain
it is, that a very few months later, he began to feel his strength give
way, and a severe attack of his old complaint, asthma, at last obliged
him to give up the work for a time. It is equally certain that at this
important period in the history of the lonely island, the `good seed'
was sown in `good ground,' for Young had laboured in the name of the
Lord Jesus, and the promise regarding such work is sure: "Your labour is
not in vain in the Lord."
"I must knock under for a time, John," he said, with a wearied look, on
the occasion of his ceasing to work. He had of late taken to calling
Adams by his Christian name, and the latter had been made unaccountably
uneasy thereby.
"Never mind, sir," said the bluff seaman, in an encouraging tone. "You
just rest yourself for a bit, an' I'll carry on the school business,
Sunday services an' all. I ain't much of a parson, no doubt, but I'll
do my best, and a man can't do no more."
"All right, John, I hand it over to you. A short time of loafing about
and taking it easy will set me all to rights again, and I'll resume
office as fresh as ever."
Alas! poor Edward Young's day of labour was ended. He never more
resumed office on earth.
Shortly after the above conversation he had another and extremely
violent attack of asthma. It prostrated him completely, so that for
several days he could not speak. Afterwards he became a little better,
but it was evident to every one that he was dying, and it was touching
to see the earnest way in which the tearful women, who were so fond of
him, vied with each other in seeking to relieve his sufferings.
John Adams sat by his bedside almost continually at last. He seemed to
require neither food nor rest, but kept watching on hour after hour,
sometimes moistening the patient's lips with water, sometimes reading a
few verses out of the Bible to him.
"John," said the poor invalid one afternoon, faintly, "your hand. I'm
going--John--to be--for eve
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