The lost hunter: A tale of early timesAdams, John Turvill
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The lost hunter: A tale of early times
Adams, John Turvill
Adventure stories; Indians of North America -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction
"But is no allowance to be made for human weakness? May we not weep
over the calamities of life?"
"Aye, weep, if the tears wash out a sin, but not because the divine
will is different from thine own. What callest thou calamity? There is
no calamity, but sin."
"It is hard," sighed Armstrong, "to reach that height of abnegation
and faith to which you would have me aspire."
"Hard, but attainable, for without faith it is impossible to please
Him. There are examples set before us for imitation of what the
trusting spirit can achieve. By faith Abraham offered up Isaac when he
was tried, having confidence that God could raise him up even from
the dead. By faith--but why should I recount the deeds of those grand
souls, of whom the world was not worthy, who, through faith, subdued
kingdoms, wrought righteousness, obtained promises, stopped the mouths
of lions, quenched the violence of fire, even from Enoch, who tasted
not the bitterness of death, and Elijah, mounting on a fiery chariot,
in a whirlwind, to heaven, down to these latter days, when, as said
the apostle, 'faith should wax weak, and almost perish from the
earth?'"
Armstrong looked at Holden, with an expression like fear.
"Who is equal to these things?" said he.
"I knew a man once," said the Enthusiast, thinking of the peril he had
just escaped, and darkly shadowing forth its circumstances, "whom a
ravening lion sought to destroy, and the heart of the man sunk within
him, for, in view of the beast, he forgot that the Lord God omnipotent
reigneth, but an angel whispered it in his ear, and strengthened him,
and he defied the lion, and smote him, and killed the lion. Thus doth
the Lord continue to perform his marvellous works, for he is faithful
and true, and his mercy endureth for ever to them that love him."
Of course, Armstrong could have no correct idea of what Holden alluded
to, nor did he inquire. It was to him only another instance, added by
his enthusiastic friend, to the long catalogue of those in the
sacred record, for whom faith had triumphed over danger, and wrought
deliverance.
"It is, indeed," he said, "a mighty means to bring down the divine
blessing."
"As is the law of gravitation to the worlds," said Holden, looking out
upon the clear sky, filled with stars, "which is the constant force
flowing from the living centre of all things, and retaining them in
harmonious movement in their orbits; so is faith to the human soul.
When it is present all is peace, and harmony, and joy; when it is
absent, a wild chaos, whirling in darkness and confusion, over which
the Spirit hath never brooded like a dove."
At this moment the door opened, and Miss Armstrong, attended by
William Bernard, entered the room. She advanced towards Holden, and
gave him her hand, which he took into both of his, and looking fondly
at her, said:
"Dear child, thy mother's image, the room is brighter for thy
presence."
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