True to his Colours: The Life that Wears BestWilson, Theodore P.
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True to his Colours: The Life that Wears Best
Wilson, Theodore P.
Christian life -- Fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
"Dear, kind friend," began Miss Maltby, raising herself from her couch,
and leaning herself on her mother, who came and sat by her, "I could not
be satisfied to leave Crossbourne without seeing you first, as I want
you to do something for me in the parish which I cannot ask my dear
father to do. And I want to make a confession also to you, as it may be
the means of doing some little good in the place where I have left so
much undone, and as perhaps it may not please God that I should come
back again to my earthly home."
She was unable to proceed for a few moments, and Bradly dared not trust
himself to speak, while the vicar and his wife found it hard to control
their feelings.
"Thomas," she at length continued, her voice gaining strength and her
mind clearness under the excitement of the subject which now filled her
heart and thoughts, "I want you to say something for me to my class--at
least to those girls who belonged to it when I used to teach it. Say it
to them in your own plain and simple way, and I trust that it may do
them good.
"I want you to tell them from me that I have tried what the world and
its idols are, and I have found them `vanity of vanities.' Not that I
have been leading what is called a wicked life; not that I have loved
gay company or worldly amusements; not that I have lost sight of Christ
and heaven altogether, though they have been getting further off from my
sight every day; but I have been fashioning for myself an idol with my
own hands, which has been shutting out heavenly things from me more and
more. And now God has in mercy shattered my idol, and I trust that I
can see Jesus once more as I have not seen him, oh, for so long!
"I am startled when I look back and see how far I have gone astray, and
how I have let the devil cheat me with a thousand plausible falsehoods.
Oh, what a useless life I have been leading! What a selfish life I have
been leading! And yet I have been persuading myself that I was only
cultivating the powers which God gave me. But it has not been so; it is
as though I had been set to draw a picture of our Saviour, and had
ability and the best of materials given me for making a beautiful
likeness, and I had all the while gone on just drawing an image of
myself, and had then fallen down and worshipped it.
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