Clergy -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction; Religious fiction
"There is, then, no hope for us from the voice of nature, no hope from
the voice of reason and of truth? Then hear me, mother, for I too must
act according to the voice of conscience. Helen and I must leave you; we
can no longer endure to be so near you in appearance, while in reality
we are so fearfully estranged. You have been very generous to me in the
sum which you named for my allowance at my father's death; and as soon
as my commission is obtained, that allowance will suffice to support me,
for my habits have never been extravagant. May I ask you to assign a
similar sum to Helen? This will enable her to command such a home with
respectable people as may befit your daughter; and you will not doubt, I
think, notwithstanding the unhappy difference in our opinions on points
of doctrine, that I shall watch over her as carefully as our dear father
himself could have done."
"He is a prophet! yea, a prophet!" exclaimed Mrs. Mowbray; "and shall I
be blind even as the ungodly, and doubt his word into whose mouth Heaven
hath put the gift of prophecy and the words of wisdom? He hath spoken,
and very terrible things are come to pass. Can your heart resist such
proof as this, Charles?" she continued, raising her eyes and hands to
heaven:--"even what you have now spoken, that did he predict and
foretell you should speak!"
"He guessed the point, then, at which we could bear no more," replied
Charles with bitterness: "and did he predict too what answer our
petition should receive?"
"He did," returned Mrs. Mowbray either with real or with feigned
simplicity; "and even that too shall be verified. Now, then, hear his
blessed voice through my lips; and as I say, so must thou do. Go to your
benighted sister, and tell her that for her sake I will wrestle in
prayer. With great and exceeding anguish of spirit have I already
wrestled for her; but she is strong and wilful, and resisteth
alway.--Nevertheless, I will not give her over to her own heart's
desire; nor will I turn mine eyes from her. For a while longer I will
endure; and for you, unhappy son, I must take counsel from the same holy
well-spring of righteousness, and what he shall speak, look that it come
to pass."
"You have denounced a terrible sentence against Helen, mother! for
nearly two years, then, she must look forward to a very wretched life;
but, without your consent, I cannot till she is of age remove her. Dear
girl! she has a sweet and gentle spirit, and will, I trust, be enabled
to bear patiently her most painful situation. But as for myself it may
be as well to inform Mr. Cartwright at once, through you, that any
interference with me or my concerns will not be endured; and that I
advise him, for his own sake, to let me hear and see as little of him as
possible."
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