Paul Faber, Surgeon eBook

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with the whole might of your nature, lay your soul bare to the revelation of His spirit, and stir up your will to obey Him?—­And then comes your temptation—­to exclude, namely, from your love and sympathy the weak and boisterous brethren who, after the fashion possible to them, believe in your Lord, because they exclude you, and put as little confidence in your truth as in your insight.  If you do know more of Christ than they, upon you lies the heavier obligation to be true to them, as was St. Paul to the Judaizing Christians, whom these so much resemble, who were his chief hindrance in the work his Master had given him to do.  In Christ we must forget Paul and Apollos and Cephas, pope and bishop and pastor and presbyter, creed and interpretation and theory.  Care-less of their opinions, we must be careful of themselves—­careful that we have salt in ourselves, and that the salt lose not its savor, that the old man, dead through Christ, shall not, vampire-like, creep from his grave and suck the blood of the saints, by whatever name they be called, or however little they may yet have entered into the freedom of the gospel that God is light, and in Him is no darkness at all.

How was Dorothy to get nearer to Juliet, find out her trouble, and comfort her?

“Alas!” she said to herself, “what a thing is marriage in separating friends!”



The same evening Dorothy and her father walked to the Old House.  Already the place looked much changed.  The very day the deeds were signed, Mr. Drake, who was not the man to postpone action a moment after the time for it was come, had set men at work upon the substantial repairs.  The house was originally so well built that these were not so heavy as might have been expected, and when completed they made little show of change.  The garden, however, looked quite another thing, for it had lifted itself up from the wilderness in which it was suffocated, reviving like a repentant soul reborn.  Under its owner’s keen watch, its ancient plan had been rigidly regarded, its ancient features carefully retained.  The old bushes were well trimmed, but as yet nothing live, except weeds, had been uprooted.  The hedges and borders, of yew and holly and box, tall and broad, looked very bare and broken and patchy; but now that the shears had, after so long a season of neglect, removed the gathered shade, the naked stems and branches would again send out the young shoots of the spring, a new birth would begin everywhere, and the old garden would dawn anew.  For all his lack of sympathy with the older forms of religious economy in the country, a thing, alas! too easy to account for, the minister yet loved the past and felt its mystery.  He said once in a sermon—­and it gave offense to more than one of his deacons, for they scented in it Germanism,—­“The love of the past, the desire of the future, and the enjoyment

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