The Smuggler: A Tale. Volumes I-IIIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Smuggler: A Tale. Volumes I-III
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Kent (England) -- Fiction; Smugglers -- Fiction
"True, true," answered the old man whom he called
Warde,--"predestination affords him no excuse for aught that is wrong,
for though it be an inscrutable mystery how those three great facts
are to be reconciled, yet certain it is that Omniscience cannot be
ignorant of that which will take place, any more than of that which
has taken place; that everything which God foreknows, must take place,
and has been pre-determined by his will, and that yet--as every man
must feel within himself--his own actions depend upon his volition,
and if they be evil he alone is to blame. The end is to come,
Osborn--the end is to come when all will be revealed--and doubt not
that it will be for God's glory. I often think," he continued in a
less emphatic tone, "that man with his free will is like a child with
a plaything. We see the babe about to dash it against the wall in mere
wantonness, we know that he will injure it--perhaps break it to
pieces--perhaps hurt himself with it in a degree; we could prevent it,
yet we do not, thinking perhaps that it will be a lesson--one of
those, the accumulation of which makes experience, if not wisdom. At
all events the punishment falls upon him; and, if duly warned, he has
no right to blame us for that which his own will did, though we saw
what he would do, and could have prevented him from doing so. We are
all spoilt children, Osborn, and remain so to the end, though God
gives us warning enough,--but here comes my homely meal."
At the same moment the landlord brought in a dish of vegetables, some
milk and some pottage, which he placed upon the table, giving a shrewd
look to the young officer, but saying to his companion, "There, I have
brought what you ordered, sir; but I cannot help thinking you had
better take a bit of meat. You had nothing but the same stuff this
morning, and no dinner that I know of."
"Man, I never eat anything that has drawn the breath of life," replied
Warde. "The first of our race brought death into the world and was
permitted to inflict it upon others, for the satisfaction of his own
appetites; but it was a permission, and not an injunction--except for
sacrifice. I will not be one of the tyrants of the whole creation; I
will have no more of the tiger in my nature than is inseparable from
it; and as to gorging myself some five or six times a day with
unnecessary food--am I a swine, do you think, to eat when I am not
hungry, for the sole purpose of devouring? No, no, the simplest food,
and that only for necessity, is best for man's body and his mind. We
all grow too rank and superfluous."
Thus saying, he approached the table, said a short grace over that
which was set before him, and then sitting down, ate till he was
satisfied, without exchanging a word with any one during the time that
he was thus engaged. It occupied less than five minutes, however, to
take all that he required, and then starting up suddenly, he thanked
God for what he had given him, took up his hat and turned towards the
door.
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