Christian fiction; Wingfold, Thomas (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
Some men hunt their fellows to prey upon them, and fill their own greedy
maws; Richard hunted and caught his brother and sister that he might
feed them with the labour of his hands. I fear there was therefore a
little more for the mother to guzzle, but it is of small consequence
whether those that go down the hill arrive at the foot a week sooner or
later. To Arthur and Alice, their new-found brother, strong and loving,
was as an angel from high heaven. It was no fault in Richard that he did
not find a correspondent comfort in them. It did in truth comfort him
to see them improve in looks and in strength; but they had not many
thoughts to share with him--had little coin for spiritual commerce. Even
their religion, like that of most who claim any, had little shape or
colour. What there was of it was genuine, which made it infinitely
precious, but it was much too weak to pass over to the help of another.
Divine aid, however, of a different sort, was waiting for him.
Hitherto he had heard little or no music. The little was from
the church-organ, and his not unjustifiable prejudice against its
surroundings, had disinclined him to listen when it spoke. The intellect
of the youth had come to the front, and the higher powers to which
art is ministrant, had remained much undeveloped, shut in darkened
palace-rooms, where a ray of genial impulse not often entered. For the
highest of those powers, the imagination, without which no discovery of
any grandeur is made even in the realms of science, dwells in the halls
of aspiration, outlook, desire, and hope, and round the windows and
filling the air of these, hung the dry dust-cloud of Richard's negation.
But when Love, with her attendant Sorrow, came, they opened wide all the
doors and windows of them to what might enter. Hitherto all his poetry,
even what he produced, had come to Richard at second-hand, that is, from
the inspiration of books; its flowers were of the moon, not of the sun;
they sprang under the pale reflex light of other souls: for genuine life
of any and every sort, the immediate inspiration of the Almighty is the
one essential, and for that, Sorrow and Love now made a way.
First of all, the lower winds and sidelong rays of art, all from the
father of lights, crept in, able now to work for his perfect will. For
when a man has once begun to live, then have the thoughts and feelings
of other men, and every art in which those thoughts or feelings are
embodied by them, a sevenfold power for the strengthening and rousing
of the divine nature in him. And as the divine nature is roused, the
diviner nature, the immediate God, enters to possess it.
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