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This, indeed, was a home,- home,- a word that George had never yet known a meaning for; and a belief in God, and trust in His providence, began to encircle his heart, as, with a golden cloud of protection and confidence, dark, misan- thropic, pining, atheistic doubts, and fierce despair, melted away before the light of a living Gospel, breathed in living faces, preached by a thousand unconscious acts of love and good-will, which, like the cup of cold water given in the name of a disciple, shall never lose their reward. “Father, what if thee should get found out again?” said Simeon second, as he buttered his cake. “I should pay my fine,” said Simeon, quietly. “But what if they put thee in prison?” “Couldn’t thee and mother manage the farm?” said Simeon, smiling. “Mother can do almost everything,” said the boy. “But isn’t it a shame to make such laws?” “Thee mustn’t speak evil of thy rulers, Simeon,” said his father, gravely. “The Lord only gives us our worldly goods that we may do justice and mercy; if our rulers require a price of us for it, we must deliver it up.” “Well, I hate those old slaveholders!” said the boy, who felt as unchristian as became any modern reformer. |
