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always ends in misery. Tell her to bring up our boy a free man, and then he wont suffer as I have. Tell her this, Mr. Wilson, will you? Yes, George. Ill tell her; but I trust you wont die; take heart,youre a brave fellow. Trust in the Lord, George. I wish in my heart you were safe through, though,thats what I do. Is there a God to trust in? said George, in such a tone of bitter despair as arrested the old gentlemans words. O, Ive seen things all my life that have made me feel that there cant be a God. You Christians dont know how these things look to us. Theres a God for you, but is there any for us? O, now, dontdont, my boy! said the old man, almost sobbing as he spoke; dont feel so! There isthere is; clouds and darkness are around about him, but righteousness and judgment are the habitation of his throne. Theres a God, George,believe it; trust in Him, and Im sure Hell help you. Everything will be set right,if not in this life, in another. The real piety and benevolence of the simple old man invested him with a temporary dignity and authority, as he spoke. George stopped his distracted walk up and down the room, stood thoughtfully a moment, and then said, quietly, Thank you for saying that, my good friend; Ill think of that. |
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