I could hardly believe that these sayings were genuine or orthodox; but
I soon felt that, instead of being a humble disciple of mine, this new
acquaintance was to be my guide and director, and all under the humble
guise of one stooping at my feet to learn the right. He said that he
saw I was ordained to perform some great action for the cause of Jesus
and His Church, and he earnestly coveted being a partaker with me; but
he besought of me never to think it possible for me to fall from the
truth, or the favour of Him who had chosen me, else that misbelief
would baulk every good work to which I set my face.
There was something so flattering in all this that I could not resist
it. Still, when he took leave of me, I felt it as a great relief; and
yet, before the morrow, I wearied and was impatient to see him again.
We carried on our fellowship from day to day, and all the while I knew
not who he was, and still my mother and reverend father kept insisting
that I was an altered youth, changed in my appearance, my manners, and
my whole conduct; yet something always prevented me from telling them
more about my new acquaintance than I had done on the first day we met.
I rejoiced in him, was proud of him, and soon could not live without
him; yet, though resolved every day to disclose the whole story of my
connection with him, I had it not in my power. Something always
prevented me, till at length I thought no more of it, but resolved to
enjoy his fascinating company in private, and by all means to keep my
own with him. The resolution was vain: I set a bold face to it, but my
powers were inadequate to the task; my adherent, with all the suavity
imaginable, was sure to carry his point. I sometimes fumed, and
sometimes shed tears at being obliged to yield to proposals against
which I had at first felt every reasoning power of my soul rise in
opposition; but for all that he never faded in carrying conviction
along with him in effect, for he either forced me to acquiesce in his
measures, and assent to the truth of his positions, or he put me so
completely down that I had not a word left to advance against them.
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