The old vicarage : $b A novelHubback, Mrs. (Catherine-Anne Austen)
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The old vicarage : $b A novel
Hubback, Mrs. (Catherine-Anne Austen)
English fiction -- 19th century
“I would rather give you comfort than reproof, Miss Duncan; and
painful as the certainty you have just acquired must be, natural as
grief is under such feelings, I think there is comfort to be found
even here. The entire and beautiful resignation of your father shows
so clearly that he has that blessed light within which is alone the
source of true happiness, that I think you may repose in perfect
confidence on this dispensation proving a blessing, not a scourge to
him. ‘HE that formed the eye, shall not HE see’ the sorrow or the
suffering of His servant? and can not that Arm guard him from evil
during the rest of his life which has led him hitherto? HE has not
left him helpless, for He has given him daughters who, I am sure, will
all make it their privilege to minister to his wants. There is the
same home to shelter him, the same daily comforts to which he has been
used, the same church, and the same loved services to cheer him. And
best of all, beyond all,” added Mr. Paine, looking upward, “the same
hope of everlasting life in the brightness of light, when our poor,
feeble bodies shall be changed into the likeness of the glorious body
of our Adorable Redeemer, and when all sorrow, sighing, and darkness
shall forever flee away.”
Hilary could not answer, and he was silent, too, for a few minutes.
Such thoughts as these make earthly trials and earthly pleasures seem
small and poor indeed; and the young man just entering on life’s
serious duties and engagements felt he could readily have changed his
own bright prospects for the fate of the elder Christian, whose active
warfare must be nearly accomplished, and who must now retire from
harassing duties to that quiet contemplation so suited to the last
stages of our pilgrimage here.
Recollecting himself and his companion, who was sitting before him
with downcast eyes, and composed though pale features, he added, in a
more cheerful voice,
“And indeed, my dear Miss Duncan, if you have had any experience among
blind people, you must know that there is far less trouble to the
sufferer than to those who care for and watch over him. There are many
alleviations mercifully sent in all trials; and I have often remarked
that those deprived of sight are cheerful, and even joyous, under
their affliction. To you, and to your sisters, the anxiety and
responsibility may be great, but I feel convinced that, in such a
cause, no labor will be a trouble.”
“Trouble!” repeated Hilary, clasping her hands; “Mr. Paine, I can only
consider it, as far as I am concerned, a privilege, a blessing, to be
allowed to minister to such a father as mine. It is a thing to be
thankful for for life.”
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