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A STRUGGLE AT THE BEDSIDE
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high up in a garret-room, you find a young man
sinking under a· slow decline, and shivering beneath a
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thin, threadbare coverlet, in the cold that blows keen
through the patched ,and broken window. You try to raise his
thoughts and leave to send warm coverings for his emaciated
form. Before you return that wretched apartment has seen a
terrible struggle. Turning a deaf ear to his pitiful cries, un–
moved by the tears on his hectic cheek, his father and mother
have pulled the blankets from his body and sold them for
drink. I speak what I know."
From sermon
by
Dr. Guthrie.