[{"node":{"title":"Hanna033","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna033","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Undertaker, Map","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna033","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna033_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"28\n\nman\u2019s will. That storms and tempests will continue to brush aside man as\n\na housewife brushes aside a cobweb. And when Thy inexorable processes\n\nrun counter to man\u2019s hopes and desires, help them, O Lord, to humble\n\nthemselves under the mighty hand of God. May their sorrows yield the\n\npeacable fruit of righteousness, so that each of them shall be able to say:\n\nIt is good for me that I have    been    afflicted. And mercifully grant unto all\n\nof us here present, and to as    many    as mourn with us in this sorrow, that we\n\nmay hear the voice of Thy Spirit saying to us. Be ye also ready, for in such\n\nan hour as ye think not, the Son of Man cometh . . .\n\nThey remained for a moment in silence on their knees. Then they rose,\n\nMrs Gomartin helping herself up slowly from the chair at which she knelt.\n\nHamilton and Sarah looked at the face of the dead man, then they went up\n\ninto the kitchen.\n\nThe undertaker\u2019s men slipped unobtrusively into the parlour and closed\n\nthe door. Once there was the shrill scringe of a screw driven into wood.\n\nThe mourners had shuffled out    into    the close where they stood under    the\n\nrowans in the pearly afternoon light. Hamilton came to the door and beckoned\n\nsilently to two or three of them. He chose elderly men a&I close neighbours.\n\nThese were the first bearers of the coffin.\n\nAs they came up from the parlour their laden unsteady steps passed over\n\nthe brain of the sick man like great lurching wheels. They carried the\n\ncoffin round the gable of the house to pass his window. While the indistinct\n\nshadow of their passage moved slowly across his room he Lay with closed eyes\n\nand twitching fingers, murmuring to himself.\n\nPentland had spoken to Sarah before he took his place at the coffin.\n\n\"I\u2019ll be back this way for my boat he said. \u2019You\u2019ll stop in have your toe?\"\n\nthe girl asked. He smiled and nodded then followed the other men into the\n\nhouse. Behind him stood Sorleyson, brushing the nap of his hat on his arm.\n","Type":"Text"}}]