But gladly
would I see discomfited such as, receiving those inventions at the
hundredth hand, and moved by none of the fervour with which they
were first promulgated, lay, as the word and will of God, lumps of
iron and heaps of dust upon live, beating, longing hearts that cry
out after their God!"
"Oh, I do hope what you say is true!" panted Arctura. "I think I
shall die if I find it is not!"
"If you find what I tell you untrue, it will only be that it is not
grand and free and bounteous enough. To think anything too good to
be true, is to deny God--to say the untrue may be better than the
true--that there might be a greater God than he. Remember, Christ is
in the world still, and within our call."
"I will think of what you tell me," said Arctura, holding out her
hand.
"If anything in particular troubles you," said Donal, "I shall be
most glad to help you if I can; but it is better there should not be
much talking. The thing lies between you and your Father."
With these words he left her. Arctura followed slowly to the house,
and went straight to her room, her mind filling as she went with
slow-reviving strength and a great hope. No doubt some of her relief
came from the departure of her incubus friend; but that must soon
have vanished in fresh sorrow, save for the hope and strength to
which this departure yielded the room. She trusted that by the time
she saw her again she would be more firmly grounded concerning many
things, and able to set them forth aright.
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