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Show WHAT A DEAF, DUMB AND BLIND WOMAN HAS ACCOMPLISHED. ACCOM-PLISHED. The readers of the Congrcgationaliat are of course familiar with the history of Laura Bridgman. Previous te the time when the disease came upon her which was the cause of her calamity she had never been well only a very short time, and that just before she was two years old. At that age, Dr. Howe informs ue, "the scarlet fever ravaged her system with great fury, destroying utterly tho organs of Bight and hearing, blunting the sense of smelling, and prostrating her whole Byatem so completely com-pletely that recovery seemed impos sible." Of her subsequent recovery, and wonderful progress uador the care ot Dr. Howe, who took charge of her education when she was seven years old, I need not speak. OuarriviDgat the house we were brought into the presence of a very good-looking lady of forty-seven years. Her countenance was spare, and spectacles covered her eyes from view. Her regular features and tidy appearance appear-ance would convey any other impression impres-sion than that uhe waB the person whose misfortunes have been told in both hemispheres. She arose from her chair and took ub each warmly by the hand as we entered, and at once commenced conversation with I the remark that she had not expected to see us that evening, our call being later than was intended. Let it be borne in mind that she conversed by means of the deaf and dumb alpha-: bet, and that she was addressed by theBe same charactera being made in the palm of the hand and communicated communi-cated to her through the sense of feeling. Knowing that I was a minister, she inquired il I was a Baptist. On my answering that I was a Congregationa-list Congregationa-list Bhe remarked and repeated: "We can not commune here, but we can in heaven." This remark was pro bably suggested by the fact that she had just attended the covenant meeting meet-ing of the Baptist church, of which she ia a member. It being suggested to her that- the temperature ot the room was warm, she went to open the door as readily as any one could have done, extending the hand just at the proper time to taxe tne latcn. one asked my residence, and whether it was near Boston. She also inquired if I had read her books. After a few minutes' conversation she asked if we would like to see her fancy work. I answered in the affirmative, upon whieh she went to a drawer she could not have gone more directly if she had had her Bight and brought a number of articles of excellent knit and crochet work ladies' collars, lamp mats, etc., all of which bore her name and the price of each article in her own handwriting. handwrit-ing. I eelected a specimen and a picture of herself, and ahe at once knew the amount I paid her from the size of the scrip, remarking that it was new, and making a grateful gesture of thanks. It will be interesting inter-esting to say that she makes any garment gar-ment without assistance after it is cut out, threading hei own UGedie with her tongue. I asked for her autograph, and she proceeded up-ataira in the darkness-darkness darkness-darkness to her in any case and brought her writing implements, among them a small board with grooved lines. These grooves determined deter-mined the breadth of the letters ahe is to make, and their distance apart determines the distance of the lines. She wrote neatly and raDidlv in let ters reiembling the raised ones of her books: "The Lord is my Bhepherd, I shall not want." Her mother remarked re-marked that Bhe would write a letter sooner than she could herself. When we aroie to go ahe took her watch from her belt and told na the time "three minutes past aeven" by means of the raised figures on the face; . and she took us by the hand, which was her way of saying good evening. It is surprising that one who is deafdumb and blind; whose mind has to be reached mainly through the sense of feeling, should be able to comprehend so readily and express henelfso easily. She recognises those whom she has met before aa readily as any one. As might be expected, her emotions all show themselves in her countenance, whether of joy or sadness. The death of her kind friend, Dr. Howe, was a severe blow to her. Such is the appearance of Laura Bridgman. She has no recollection of sight or sound, as she tells us, yet ' is able to do such things as I have related, re-lated, and finds much more to enjoy in life than many who have all their faculties. It is said that she plays skillfully on the piano, though this we did not see. She spends much of her time at the institution for the blind, South Boston. Congregation-l4ist. |