The Redemption of David CorsonGoss, Charles Frederic
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The Redemption of David Corson
Goss, Charles Frederic
Society of Friends -- Fiction
is made and character formed. If we weaken now, if we permit our hearts
to overpower our consciences, God will smite us with His wrath, vice
will rush upon us like a flood, and we shall be given over to the lust
of the flesh and the pride of life! 'To the law and to the testimony, my
brethren.'"
With his long arm extended and his deep-set eyes glowing, he repeated
from memory the solemn words:
"'Behold ye trust in lying words that cannot profit. Will ye steal,
murder and commit adultery and swear falsely, and burn incense to Baal,
and walk after other gods whom ye know not, and come and stand before me
in this house which is called by my name and say, "We are delivered to
do all these abominations?" Is this house which is called by my name,
become a den of robbers in your eyes? Behold, even I have said it, saith
the Lord. But go ye now into my place which was Shiloh, where I set my
name at the first, and see what I did to it for the wickedness of my
people Israel! And now because ye have done all these works, saith the
Lord--and I spake unto you (rising up early and speaking), but ye heard
not, and I called you but ye answered not--therefore will I do unto
this house which is called by my name (wherein ye trust) and unto the
place which I gave unto you and your fathers, as I have done to Shiloh!
And I will cast you out of my sight--even the whole people of Ephraim!
Therefore pray not thou for this people, neither lift up cry nor prayers
for them, neither make intercession to me--for I will not hear thee!'
* * * * *
"This is my message! This is the advice ye have invited! Wait a year!
Watch and pray! Fit yourselves for the enjoyment of your love by
repentance."
The impression made by these solemn words was tremendous. It was as if
eternity had suddenly dawned in that dim-lit room, and the leaves of the
book of doom had been opened.
There had been stillness before, but now there was the silence of the
grave, and at this dramatic moment one of the tallow candles whose
feeble light had served but to render the darkness visible, spluttered,
went out, and intensified the silence with a meaningless and
exasperating sound. No one knew how to break the spell which these
intense and terrible words had cast over them. Their limbs and faculties
were both benumbed.
Upon Pepeeta this message had fallen like a thunderbolt. Her Oriental
imagination, her awakened conscience, her throbbing heart had all been
thrilled. She did not move; her eyes were still fixed on the prophet;
her face was white; her hands were clasped tightly in her lap.
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