The Monctons: A Novel. Volume 1 (of 2)Moodie, Susanna
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The Monctons: A Novel. Volume 1 (of 2)
Moodie, Susanna
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"We said he was, and tried to think so; but I am certain that in the
estimation of both his listeners, that that four years which seemed to
him so short, with us spread over a period as long as the life of
Methusalah. We tried to look forward, but shrunk back to the present.
Everything in prospective looked cold, blank--nay, even ugly and old,
at the end of the long vista of four years.
"We promised, however, to abide by his advice. I was sad and
low-spirited; and Charlotte, pleading a bad head-ache, kissed her
brother, received one from me, or, what in _his_ estimation, only
passed for _one_, and retired in tears, and I felt that the joy of my
heart had vanished.
"'Do not look so grave, Philip,' said my worthy friend: 'you will
overcome all these difficulties.'
"I shook my head, and sighed doubtfully.
"'I am sure you will. I have a presentiment to that effect. I saw you
in a dream last night, surrounded by a thousand dangers. As fast as you
got out of some trouble, you fell into a worse, and after I had given
you up for lost, you were rescued from the fangs of a tiger by a mere
lad, who led you back to Charlotte, and joined your hands.'
"He told this with such earnestness, that I, who was no believer in
signs and omens, laughed outright.
"He looked serious--almost offended.
"'You forget,' he said, 'that when man draws near his end, God often
opens the eyes of the soul, and reveals not only what is, but what
shall be. Oh, Philip, you who are so eager to win the affections of a
timid girl, how can you be so indifferent to the love of God?'
"'Nervous debility has rendered you superstitious, Cornelius. I have no
faith in the religious cant of the present day, in priests or
priestcraft.'
"This was my case two years ago. I was young and strong then. In the
possession of wealth and all those temporal blessings, for which wiser
and better men have to toil through a long life, and seldom obtain. The
world was before me, and death far distant, in my thoughts. But now,
the world is receding, and death is very near. You start! Have not you
discovered that truth before? Soon, very soon, nothing will remain for
me, but that blessed hope which I now prize as the only true riches. I
am happy in the prospect which I know awaits me, and consider those
only miserable to whom God is a stranger, and the love of the Saviour
unknown.'
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