She told me that an aunt of hers was living in
Halifax, the wife of a sea captain who had no children, and who had
often written to her mother to send one of her children to her. So
she resolved to visit this aunt if some kind person would help her
to get there. I consulted with some of my wealthy and at the same
time charitable Christian friends, who have been, always ready to
help me when I had some needy patients, and with their assistance
she was sent for some weeks after her recovery, to a nice widow lady
in the country, and after receiving satisfactory information about
her aunt in Halifax she was sent there, and has, so far as we have
ascertained, never overstepped the bounds of morality again but was
married four years later to a friend of her uncle, also a sea captain.
She has a large family now, and whenever she writes to me she always
prays that God may forgive her and guide the little girl she parted
so easy from some years before.
The wife of a private soldier in the Canadian rifles, named Rice had
at the same time lost her own baby only six weeks old, and as her
quarters at the barracks were good and healthy I proposed to send
the child there, Madame Flora offering to pay all necessary expenses.
I made arrangements accordingly, and little Emma (the baby) was soon
an inmate of the barracks.
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