My illustrious friend still continuing to sound in my ears the
imperious duty to which I was called, of making away with my sinful
relations, and quoting many parallel actions out of the Scriptures, and
the writings of the holy fathers, of the pleasure the Lord took in such
as executed his vengeance on the wicked, I was obliged to acquiesce in
his measures, though with certain limitations. It was not easy to
answer his arguments, and yet I was afraid that he soon perceived a
leaning to his will on my part. "If the acts of Jehu, in rooting out
the whole house of his master, were ordered and approved-of by the
Lord," said he, "would it not have been more praiseworthy if one of
Ahab's own sons had stood up for the cause of the God of Israel, and
rooted out the sinners and their idols out of the land?"
"It would certainly," said I. "To our duty to God all other duties must
yield."
"Go thou then and do likewise," said he. "Thou are called to a high
vocation; to cleanse the sanctuary of thy God in this thy native land
by the shedding of blood; go thou then like a ruling energy, a master
spirit of desolation in the dwellings of the wicked, and high shall be
your reward both here and hereafter."
My heart now panted with eagerness to look my brother in the face. On
which my companion, who was never out of the way, conducted me to a
small square in the suburbs of the city, where there were a number of
young noblemen and gentlemen playing at a vain, idle, and sinful game,
at which there was much of the language of the accursed going on; and
among these blasphemers he instantly pointed out my brother to me. I
was fired with indignation at seeing him in such company, and so
employed; and I placed myself close beside him to watch all his
motions, listen to his words, and draw inferences from what I saw and
heard. In what a sink of sin was he wallowing! I resolved to take him
to task, and, if he refused to be admonished, to inflict on him some
condign punishment; and, knowing that my illustrious friend and
director was looking on, I resolved to show some spirit. Accordingly, I
waited until I heard him profane his Maker's name three times, and
then, my spiritual indignation being roused above all restraint, I went
up and kicked him. Yes, I went boldly up and struck him with my foot,
and meant to have given him a more severe blow than it was my fortune
to inflict. It had, however, the effect of rousing up his corrupt
nature to quarrelling and strife, instead of taking the chastisement of
the Lord in humility and meekness. He ran furiously against me in the
choler that is always inspired by the wicked one; but I overthrew him,
by reason of impeding the natural and rapid progress of his unholy feet
running to destruction. I also fell slightly; but his fall proved a
severe one, he arose in wrath, and struck me with the mall which he
held in his hand, until my blood flowed copiously; and from that moment
I vowed his destruction in my heart.
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