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hey guys this is mosquito I’m gonna read aloud the faith cure man this week’s reading the faith cure main is by Paul Laurence Dunbar he wrote this in nineteen hundred pollens Laurence Dunbar the son of a former slaves and a prominent black novelist and poet often depicted the harsh reality of black American life in the early 1900s in the faith cured me and Dunbar tells a story about a poor mother who was willing to believe in anything that might cure her sick daughter as you read take notes on the author’s characterization of the different characters and what this reveals about the theme paragraph one hope is tenacious it goes on living and working when science has dealt it which should be its death blow in the closed room at the top of the old tenement house little Lucie lay wasting away with the relentless disease the doctor had said at the beginning of the winter that she could not live now he said that he could do no more for her except to ease the few days that remain for the child but Martha Benson would not believe him she was confident that doctors were not infallible anyhow this one wasn’t for she saw life in health ahead for her little one did not the preacher at the mission home say ask and ye shall receive and had she not asked and asked again the life of her child her last and only wanted the hands of him whom she worshiped no Lucy was not going to die which she needed was country air and a place to run about in she had been housed up to much these long northern winters were too severe for her and that was what made her so pinched and thin and weak she must have air and she should have it polo Lambie she said to the child Mami’s little gal bound to get well maybe gonna sent her out in the country when the spring comes where she can roll in the grass and pick flowers and get good and strong don’t baby want to go to the country don’t baby want to see the sunshine and the child had looked up at her with wide bright eyes tossed her thin arms and moan for reply nevermind we’re gonna fool that doctor someday we’ll throw out all his medicine medicine away and he come and say where’s all my medicine then we answered with smart flight we don’t that we don’t throw that out we don’t need no nasty medicine can he go and look around and say who did I see running out running around the flow here looking so fat and you gonna jump up and say it’s me that’s who it is mr. doctor man then he gonna go out and slam the door behind him ain’t that fun but the child had closed her eyes she weak even to listen so her mother kissed her little thin forehead and tiptoed out sending in a child from across the hall to take care of Lucy while she was at work for a sick as the little one was she could not stay home at home and nurse her hope grasp at his straw and it was quite in keeping with the condition of Martha’s mind that she should open her ears and her heart when they told her of the wonderful works of the faith care man people had gone to him on crutches and he had touched to rub them and they had come away home he had gone to the homes of the bedridden and they had risen up to bless him it was so easy for her to believe it all the only religion she had ever known the mild emotional religion of most of her race put her credulity to stronger test than that her only question was would such a man come to her humble room but she put away even this thought he must come she would make him already she saw Lucy strong and running about like a mouse the joy of her heart and the light of her eyes as soon as she could get time she went humbly to see the faith doctor and laid her case before him hoping fearing trembling yes he would come her heart leaped for joy there is no place that place said the faith curious to humble for the messenger of heaven to enter I am following one who went among the humblest and the lowliest and was not ashamed to be found upon looking’s and sinners I will come to your child madam and put her again under the law the law of life is health and no one will accept the law need be sick I am NOT a physician I do not claim to be I only claim to teach people how not to be sick my fee is $5 merely to defray my expenses that’s all you know the servant is worthy if it’s higher and in this little bottle here I have an elixir which has never been known to fail in any of the things claimed for it since the world has got used to take in medicine we must make some concessions to its prejudices but this in reality is not a medicine at all it is only a symbol it is really liquefied prayer and faith Martha did not understand anything of what he was saying she did not try to she did not want to she only felt a blind trust in him that filled her heart with unspeakable gladness tremulous with excitement she doled out her poor dollars to him seize the precious elixir and hurried away home to Lucy to whom she was caring life and strength the little wood made a weak attempt to smile with her mother but the light flickered away and died into the greatness of her face now ma’am is low girl gonna get well for show mammy I’ll bring her something good Alden Reverend she tasted the wonderful and elixir before giving it to the child it tasted very like sweetened water to her but she knew that it was not and had no doubt of its virtues Lucy swallowed it she swallowed everything her mother brought to her poor little when she had nothing to bowie yourself up or to fight science with in the course of an hour her mother gave her the medicine again and persuaded herself that there was a perceptible brightening in her daughter’s face mrs. Mason Carolyn’s mother called across the hall how Lucy this evening miss Benson oh I think Lucy are all right Martha replied come over here and look mrs. Mason came and the mother told her about the new faith doctor and his wonderful powers why miss Mason she said Peters like I could see the change in a child a minute she swallowed that medicine her neighbor listened in silence but when she went back to her own room it was to shake her head and murmur home orphan she just as blind as a bag she just go along holding on to that child with all her might and I see death and Lucy’s face now ain’t enough prayer for her near jackleg doctors nerd nerd neither sorry going to save her but Martha needed no pity then she was happy in herself delusion on the morrow the faith doctor came to see Lucy she had not seemed so well that morning even to her mother who remained at home until the doctor arrived he carried a conquering air and a baggy umbrella the latter of which he laid across the foot of the bed has he been over the moaning child give me some brown paper he commanded Martha hastened to obey and the priestly practice partitioner dampened it in water and laid it on Lucy’s head all the time murmuring prayers are worthy incantations to himself then he placed pieces of the paper on the soles of the child’s feet and on the palms of her hands and bound them there when all this was done he nailed down and prayed aloud ending with the peculiar version of the Lord’s Prayer supposed to have mystic effect Martha was greatly impressed but through it all Lucy lay and moaned the faith curious Rose to go well we can look to have her out in a few days remember my good woman much depends on you you must try to keep your faith your mind in a state of belief or are you saved oh I went too far oh yes sir I’m a professor said Martha and having completed his mission the man of prayers went out in carillon again to North this place at Lucy sod in the next two days Martha saw or thought she saw a steady improvement in Lucy according to instructions the brown paper was moved every day moistened and put back Martha had so far spurred her faith that when she went out on in the morning she promised to bring Lucy something good for her Christmas dinner and a pair of shoes against the time of her going out and also a little dog she brought them home that night Caroline had grown tired and lighting the lamp had going home I didn’t bring my little Bert ladybird her something night said Martha here’s a little dial in the little shoes honey how does the baby feel Lucy did not answer you sleep Martha went over to the bed the little face was pinched in Ashton Ashton the hands were cold Lucy Lucy called the mother Lucy oh god it ain’t true she ain’t dead my little one my last one she rushed for the elixir and brought it to the bed the thin Dead face stared back at her unresponsive she sank down beside the bed moaning dead Oh dead oh my god give me back my child oh I don’t believe you enough Oh Lucy Lucy my little lamb I got you your gift Oh Lucy the next day was set apart for the funeral the mission preacher read the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away but let’s be the name of the Lord and someone said amen but Martha could not echo it in her heart Lucy was her last her one treasured lamb alright guys now I think on the third lesson you’re gonna answer these questions I sure miss you guys and I hope you’re staying safe …