Love After Marriage; and Other Stories of the HeartHentz, Caroline Lee
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Love After Marriage; and Other Stories of the Heart
Hentz, Caroline Lee
Fiction; Short stories, American
"And now," added he, in conclusion, "I consign you to the guardianship
of a gracious and long-suffering God. Forget not the words I have just
delivered unto you, for remember they will rise up in judgment against
you in that day when we shall meet face to face before the bar of
eternal justice. This day has the Gospel been preached in your ears.
Every tree that waves its boughs over your heads, every flower that
embalms the atmosphere, and every stream that flows down into the
valley, will bear witness that the hallowed name of the Redeemer has
been breathed in these shades, and promises of mercy so sweet that
angels stoop down from heaven to listen to the strains that have been
offered, free, free as the very air you inhale. I go, my friends, but
should I never return, this place will be for ever precious to my
remembrance. It contains the ashes of my child. That child was yielded
up in faith to its Maker, and the spot where it sleeps is, therefore,
holy ground. Will ye not guard it from the foot of the stranger, and
the wild beast of the mountain? Let the flower of the hills bloom
ungathered upon it, and the dew of heaven rest untrodden on its turf,
till he, who is the resurrection and the life, shall appear, and the
grave give back its trust."
He paused, overpowered by the strength of his emotions, and the sobs
of many of his auditors attested the sympathy of these untutored
children of nature. He came down from the elevated position on which
he had been standing, and taking the hand of Adellan, led him to the
place he had just occupied. The people welcomed him with shouts, for
it was the first time he had presented himself in public, to declare
the change in his religious creed, and such was the character he had
previously obtained for sanctity and devotion, they looked upon him
with reverence, notwithstanding his youth. He spoke at first with
diffidence and agitation, but gathering confidence as he proceeded, he
boldly and eloquently set forth and defended the faith he had
embraced. That young, enthusiastic preacher would have been a novel
spectacle to an European audience, as well as that wild, promiscuous
assembly. His long, white robes, girded about his waist, according to
the custom of his country, his black, floating hair, large, lustrous
eyes, and dark but now glowing complexion, formed a striking contrast
with the sable garments, pallid hue, and subdued expression of the
European minister. They interrupted him with tumultuous shouts, and
when he spoke of his intended departure and attempted to bid them
farewell, their excitement became so great, he was compelled to pause,
for his voice strove in vain to lift itself above the mingled sounds
of grief and indignation.
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