Warlock o' Glenwarlock: A Homely RomanceMacDonald, George
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Warlock o' Glenwarlock: A Homely Romance
MacDonald, George
Christian fiction; Highlands (Scotland) -- Fiction
Hurt by the selfishness and greed of men, to escape from which we
must needs go out of the world, worse hurt by our own indignation
at their wrong, and our lack of patience under it, we are his
creatures and his care still. The _right_ he claims as his affair,
and he will see it done; but the wrong is by us a thousand times
well suffered, if it but drive us to him, that we may learn he is
indeed our very lover.
That was a terrible night for Cosmo--a night billowy with black
fire. It reminded him afterwards of nothing so much as that word of
the Lord--_the power of darkness_. It was not merely darkness with no
light in it, but darkness alive and operative. He had hardly dared
suspect the nature, and only now knew the force, and was about to
prove the strength of the love with which he loved Joan. Great
things may be foreseen, but they cannot be known until they arrive.
His illness had been ripening him to this possibility of loss and
suffering. His heart was now in blossom: for that some hearts must
break;--I may not say in _full_ blossom, for what the full blossom of
the human heart is, the holiest saint with the mightiest
imagination cannot know--he can but see it shine from afar.
It was a severe duty that was now required of him--I do not mean
the performance of the final request the doctor had made--that
Cosmo had forgotten, neither could have attempted with honesty; for
the emotion he could not but betray, would have pleaded for
himself, and not for his friend; it was enough that he must yield
the lady of his dreams, become the lady as well of his waking and
hoping soul. Perhaps she did not love Jermyn--he could not tell;
but Jermyn was his friend and had trusted in him, confessing that
his soul was bound up in the lady; one of them must go to the
torture chamber, and when the _question_ lay between him and another,
Cosmo knew for which it must be. He alone was in Cosmo’s hands; his
own self was all he held and had power over, all he could offer,
could yield. Mr. Simon had taught him that, as a mother gives her
children money to give, so God gives his children _selves_, with
their wishes and choices, that they may have the true offering to
lay upon the true altar; for on that altar nothing else will burn
than _selves_.
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