Bildungsromans; Christian life -- Fiction; Conduct of life -- Fiction; Love stories; New England -- Fiction
Centuries had rolled by, and year after year had they travelled the
same wondrous circles, with the same marvellous precision. The north
star had pointed the mariner on the stormy deep, to his desired
haven. Orion, with his glorious belt of stars, on the same day of
the month, at the same hour, might ever be seen in the same point of
the heavens; the beauteous Pleiades, obedient too, wheeled in their
wondrous course. Ursa Major, at all times, might be looked upon as a
familiar friend; and amid them all, the grand planets had joined the
mysterious dance of the universe. Orbit within orbit, sun beyond
sun, each the centre of other solar systems, had wheeled into their
wondrous revolutions; obedient to the same laws, without confusion,
without noise, (for great works are ever noiseless,) from century to
century; and to-night, guided by the same Omnipotent hand, amid the
unceasing silent whirl, Roland sits and listens to their eloquent
teachings.
"These are material things," thought Roland, "destined at last to be
rolled up like a scroll and pass away, but I am an immortal. These
transient orbs are the objects of His unceasing care, and shall I, an
immortal being, fear to trust my all in His wise and gracious hands?
His providence, with its myriad of wheels, is just as surely guided
as are these heavenly orbs. I remember the night when my mother
showed me these bright constellations, and the very lesson that she
taught me. I can look upward to-night, and recall it all. Stars in
the night season speak comforting words. It seemed dark night when I
left Woodcliff, but the stars are shining around my path, as well as
in the heavens; for was it not the good providence of God that led me
to this sweet chamber, when all I hoped for was a barn?"
Thus communed Roland with the starry heavens, and, after having
committed himself in perfect trust to the care of his Heavenly
Father, he laid him down and slept in peace. "So he giveth his
beloved sleep."
By the dawn of day he was astir, and after an early breakfast,
prepared once more for his journey.
"Thee will have a pleasant day, Roland; it is clear and cold, and
bracing to a young frame like thine."
Roland bade his kind hostess good-bye with a grateful heart.
"You have cheered me with your kind words, Mrs. Romaine, and the
blessing of the orphan's God will be upon you."
"Farewell, Roland; I hope thee will be successful; many of our great
men have started just as thee has."
Roland did not draw upon his provisions again until the middle of the
day, when to his surprise he found that a large stock of substantials
had been added to his store.
Twice in the course of his journey he slept in a barn; he had met
with some rough treatment, but enough of kindness to show that a good
Providence was guiding his steps.
At the close of the sixth day, Roland came in sight of the college
walls.
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