Country life -- England -- Fiction; England -- Social conditions -- 19th century -- Fiction; Rural poor -- England -- Fiction
'Amen!' quoth Tregarva; and the two young men joined hands in that
sacred bond--now growing rarer and rarer year by year--the utter
friendship of two equal manful hearts.
'And now, sir, I have promised--and you would have me keep my
promise--to go and work for the City Mission in Manchester--at
least, for the next month, till a young man's place who has just
left, is filled up. Will you let me go for that time? and then, if
you hold your present mind, we will join home and fortunes
thenceforth, and go wherever the Lord shall send us. There's work
enough of His waiting to be done. I don't doubt but if we are
willing and able, He will set us about the thing we're meant for.'
As Lancelot opened the door for him, he lingered on the steps, and
grasping his hand, said, in a low, earnest voice: 'The Lord be with
you, sir. Be sure that He has mighty things in store for you, or He
would not have brought you so low in the days of your youth.'
'And so,' as John Bunyan has it, 'he went on his way;' and Lancelot
saw him no more till--but I must not outrun the order of time.
After all, this visit came to Lancelot timely. It had roused him to
hope, and turned off his feelings from the startling news he had
just heard. He stepped along arm in arm with Luke, cheerful, and
fate-defiant, and as he thought of Tregarva's complaints,--
'The beautiful?' he said to himself, 'they shall have it! At least
they shall be awakened to feel their need of it, their right to it.
What a high destiny, to be the artist of the people! to devote one's
powers of painting, not to mimicking obsolete legends, Pagan or
Popish, but to representing to the working men of England the
triumphs of the Past and the yet greater triumphs of the Future!'
Luke began at once questioning him about his father.
'And is he contrite and humbled? Does he see that he has sinned?'
'In what?'
'It is not for us to judge; but surely it must have been some sin or
other of his which has drawn down such a sore judgment on him.'
Lancelot smiled; but Luke went on, not perceiving him.
'Ah! we cannot find out for him. Nor has he, alas! as a Protestant,
much likelihood of finding out for himself. In our holy church he
would have been compelled to discriminate his faults by methodic
self-examination, and lay them one by one before his priest for
advice and pardon, and so start a new and free man once more.'
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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