The adopted son : $b or, illustrations of the Lord's prayerA. L. O. E.
Religion
The adopted son : $b or, illustrations of the Lord's prayer
A. L. O. E.
Adopted children -- Juvenile fiction; Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Lord's prayer -- Juvenile fiction
When the convict's son first came beneath Viner's roof, he would not
have hesitated to grasp the fortune placed within his reach, the strong
temptation would at once have mastered conscience! Walter would have
rushed on the fatal career of the thief! But the Spirit of God had
touched his heart; weak, imperfect as his religion might be, at least
it was sincere and true. Walter dared not be guilty of the fatal error
of presuming on God's mercy by committing wilful sin; he dared not
hazard his immortal soul for gold! Hastily, he thrust the book into his
bosom, colouring with shame, all alone as he was, at having harboured
for one moment the thought of theft. He unclosed the little door which
led to the parlour, asked Nelly to supply his place at the counter,
then, without venturing one look at her thin, pale face, lest the sight
of it should shake his resolution, he took down his hat from a peg in
the wall, and hastened towards the lodging of the owner of the note.
"And is it possible that one who for the last ten years has lived,
as it were, under the wing of piety, could have felt—almost acted as
a thief!" thought Walter, as he walked on with rapid strides, more
pained at having meditated a crime, than he once would have been to
have committed it. "And I have blushed for my unhappy father, have
been ashamed at bearing his name, have presumed to think that in his
place my conduct would have been better, have almost dared to condemn
him in my secret soul! Had he had the advantages with which I have
been blessed, who can say that I might not have looked up to him now
as my guide and example through life! Oh! May God forgive me, forgive
my pride and hardness of heart, my foolish reliance on my own feeble
strength, my cold forgetfulness of my unhappy parent! And have mercy
upon him, O gracious Lord! Watch over him, save him, lead him back to
Thyself, and grant that I may meet him, if not here below, yet in the
kingdom of our Father in heaven!"
The lodging of the old gentleman was at no great distance; it looked
small, uncomfortable, and mean. A slip-shop, untidy girl answered
Walter's ring, and was desired by him to tell her master that some one
wished to speak with him upon business. While she shuffled up the steep
staircase, Walter's eye rested, at first unconsciously, upon the little
curved stick which Mr. Sharp had carried, and which was now placed upon
nails in the hall.
"I think that I might cut out something like that," he said to himself,
"I shall have plenty of time in the long winter evenings; I wonder if
an assortment of things carved in wood would be likely to sell well in
the season." The idea pleased him; there seemed to be an opening for
hope; he might yet, by the work of his hands, be enabled to gain some
comforts for Nelly!
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