I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of SuccessRoe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
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I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of Success
Roe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Diligence -- Fiction; Success -- Fiction
As he took his seat on a little platform that had been prepared for the
occasion, and cast his eye over the assembly, like a flash of light his
usually pale features were crimsoned with a deep blush, and then away it
flew, and a deadly paleness that alarmed every beholder came in its
place. A sympathy was excited in every bosom; his youth, his modesty,
his grace of manner, his unostentatious effort to do them good, like a
talisman spread its charm over all alike, and prepared them to receive
whatever he should say, with the deepest attention. Henry was obliged to
arouse himself, in order to overcome the oppressive weight that was
becoming heavier every moment; he therefore proceeded at once to the
business before him. He gave out a hymn, which he read with much
propriety, and then inquired if there was any one present who could lead
in singing; but as no one seemed ready to undertake, he commenced a
familiar tune. An electric shock could not have surprised them more,
than the melodious notes which rolled forth upon their delighted ears.
Henry Tracey was gifted--for a gift surely it was, as no power of
accomplishment could ever have imparted it--with one of those rich
voices which might have entranced the multitude on a public stage, but
its melodious tone had only rung beneath a parent's roof, and its
sweetest, most touching notes, had only been drawn forth in praise.
Quickened by the music, soon every voice that could follow joined fully
in; but above them all, louder and sweeter as the hymn went on, floated
those rich strains which Henry poured forth, as from a heart burning
with intense devotion. Enraptured, solemnized, softened, the whole
assembly, both speaker and hearer, were happily prepared for the
remaining services.
The prayer which followed was short and well ordered. He addressed the
Being before whom angels veil their faces, with that humility of
expression, with that pouring out of the heart in natural tones for a
sinner's necessities, which plainly showed he was making a petition for
wants which God alone could supply, and not framing forms of sentences
to interest or please man.
The passage of Scripture which he had selected was the story of the
Prodigal Son, a portion of that blessed volume peculiarly precious to
himself; and one with which he had become most familiar, and into the
touching scenes it delineated, he had entered with his whole heart.
In a very simple manner, he first explained the meaning of a parable,
and the reason why our Saviour chose this method of instruction. Being
well versed in ancient manners and customs, and the scenery of the
eastern world, he delineated and filled up what was necessary to convey
to the minds of uninformed persons, a perfect idea of the whole story.
Every eye was riveted upon him, and his energies were strengthened, as
he went along, by the deep interest which he saw was awakened among his
hearers.
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