Clergy -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction; Religious fiction
"I am no longer a young man, my dear Mrs. Mowbray; and during
the years through which I have passed, my profession, my duty,
and my inclination have alike led me to examine my
fellow-creatures, and to read them, as it were, athwart the
veil of their mortal bodies. Habit and application have given
me, I believe, some skill in developing the inward character of
those amongst whom I am thrown: nor can I doubt that the hand
of Heaven is in this, as in truth it is in all things if we do
but diligently set ourselves to trace it;--I cannot, I say, but
believe that this faculty which I feel so strong within me, of
discerning in whom those spirits abide that the Lord hath
chosen for his own,--I cannot but believe that this faculty is
given me by his especial will and for his especial glory. I
wish well, sincerely well, to the whole human race: I would
never lose an opportunity of lifting my voice in warning to
them, in the hope that peradventure there may be one among the
crowd who may turn and follow me. But, my friend, far different
is the feeling with which my heart clings with stedfast care
and love to those on whom I see the anointing finger of Heaven.
It is such that I would lead, even as a pilot leadeth the
vessel intrusted to his skill, into the peaceful waters, where
glory, and honour, and joy unspeakable and without end, shall
abide with them for ever!
"Repine not, oh! my friend, if all your race are not of these.
Rather rejoice with exceeding great joy that it hath pleased
Heaven to set its seal on two. To this effect, look round the
world, my gentle friend, and see what myriads of roofs arise
beneath which not one can be found to show forth the saving
power. Mark them! how they thread the giddy maze, and dance
onward down the slippery path that leads to everlasting
perdition! Mark this, sweet spirit! and rejoice that you and
your Fanny are snatched from the burning! My soul revels in an
ecstasy of rapture unspeakable, as I gaze upon you both, and
know that it is I, even I, am chosen to lead you. What are all
the victories and glories of the world to this? Think you, my
gentle friend, that if all the worldly state and station of
Lambeth were offered me on one side, and the task of leading
thy meek steps into the way of life called me to the other,
that I should hesitate for one single instant which to choose?
"Oh no! Trust me, I would meet the scorn and revilings of all
men--aye, and the bitterest persecutions that ever the saints
of old were called upon to bear, rather than turn mine eyes
from thee and the dear work, though princedoms, principalities,
and powers might be gained thereby!
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