A Charming Fellow, Volume IITrollope, Frances Eleanor
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A Charming Fellow, Volume II
Trollope, Frances Eleanor
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"How well I know those voices!" he said. "I used to lie awake and listen
to them here, in the old attic, when my soul was wrestling with a mighty
temptation; when my heart was smitten and withered like grass, so that I
forgot to eat my bread. The sound of them is sweet to the fleshly ears
of the body; but to the ears of the spirit they can say marvellous
things. They have been the instruments to bring me many a message of
counsel as they came singing and buzzing in my brain."
The widow Thimbleby sat looking at the preacher, as he spoke, with an
expression of puzzled admiration, blended with anxiety.
"Oh, for certain the Lord has set a sign on you!" she exclaimed. "He
would have us to know that you are a chosen vessel, and He has given you
the gifts of the spirit in marvellous abundance. But, dear Mr. Powell, I
doubt He does not mean you to neglect the fleshly tabernacle neither;
for, as I say to myself, He could ha' made us all soul and no body, if
such had been His blessed will."
"We thank Thee, O Father, most merciful. Amen!" said Powell, bending
over the table.
"Amen!" repeated Mrs. Thimbleby. "And now pray do fall to, and eat
something, for I'm sure you need it."
"It is strange; but, though I have fasted since five o'clock this
morning, I feel no hunger."
"Mercy me! fasting since five o'clock this morning? Why, for sure,
that's the very reason you can't eat! Your stomach is too weak. Dear,
dear, dear; but you must make an effort to swallow something, sir. Drink
a sup of tea."
Powell complied with her entreaty, although he expressed some misgiving
as to the righteousness of his partaking of so luxurious a beverage. And
then he ate a few mouthfuls of food, but evidently without appetite. But
seeing his good friend's uneasiness on his behalf, he said, with the
rare smile which so brightened his countenance:
"Do not be so concerned for me. There is no need. Although I have not
much replenished the carnal man to-day, yet have I been abundantly
refreshed and comforted. I tarried in a small town on the borders of
this county at midday, and I found that my ministrations there in the
spring season had borne fruit. Many who had been reclaimed from evil
courses came about me, and we gave thanks with much uplifting of the
heart. And, although I had suffered somewhat from faintness before
arriving at that place, yet, no sooner were these chosen persons got
about me, and I began to pray and praise, than I felt stronger and more
able for exertion than I have many a time felt after a long night's rest
and an abundant meal."
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