American fiction -- 19th century; Artists -- Fiction
Near her was a very old man who had been regarding the ill-behaved
party with an expression of mingled displeasure and pity. Now that
the meeting was open to all he rose slowly to his feet, steadying
himself with his cane.
"He looks like the Ancient Mariner," giggled an exceedingly immature
youth, who sat next to Ida.
She turned upon him sharply and said, in a low tone, "If you have
the faintest instincts of a gentleman you will respect that venerable
man."
The youth was so effectually quenched that he bore the aspect of
a turnip-beet during the remainder of the service.
"My young friends," began the old main in tones of gentle dignity,
"will you listen patiently and quietly to one that you see will
not have the chance to speak many more words. My eyes are a little
dim, but you all appear young and happy; and yet I am sorry for
you, very sorry for you. You don't realize what you are and what
is before you. You remind me of a number of pleasure boats just
starting out to sea. I have been across this ocean, and have almost
reached the other shore. I know what terrible storms and dangers
you will meet. You can't escape these storms, my young friends.
No one can, and you don't seem prepared to meet them.
"Your manner has pained me very much, and yet, as my Master said,
so I have felt, you 'know not what you do.' There is a Kingly
Presence in this place that you have not recognized. Do you not
remember who it was that said, 'Where two or three are gathered
together in my name, there am I in the midst of them'?
"I am very old, but my memory is good. It seems but a short time
ago that I was as young thoughtless as any one of you, and yet it
was seventy years ago. I have tested the friendship of Jesus Christ
for over half a century. Have I not then a right to speak of it?
Ought I not to know something about him?
"Do you ask me if my Master has kept me from trouble and suffering
all these years? Far from it. Indeed, I think he has caused me a
good deal of trouble and pain in addition to that which I brought on
myself by my own folly and mistakes; but I now see that he caused
it only as the good physician gives pain, in order to make the
patient strong and well. But one thing is certainly true. He has
stood by me as a faithful friend all these years, and has brought
good to me out of all the evil. I have been in sore temptations
and deep discouragement. My heart at times has seemed breaking
with sorrow. Mine has been the common lot. But when the storm was
loudest and most terrible, his hand was on the helm, and now I am
entering the quiet harbor. There has been much that was dark and
hard to understand; there is much still; but there is plenty to
prove that my Heavenly Father is leading me home as a little child.
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