Direktlänk till inlägg 1 maj 2011
Her strength lay in her gentleness. She always went when called for, but never obtruded herself on others. Very often her sisters were invited to the feast of the people without her. It took time for her quality to be known: she was so still and silent. Her step, too, was noiseless, and her delicate feet left no prints where she trod. "It's because she's so young, and cannot reason like us," they said among themselves. "Charity is so delicate," said Hope, a little doubtfully, "I do not quite see how she could endure this cold clime." It was not without a struggle that he called the only remaining child to his side to look upon her for the last time for many years. "Most certainly we should. I should like the fun of that. Now how many of you will be silent in the morning when the old sexton comes to ring us?" "That's just what I mean to change. We are all weary of our notes, and need change." She might have lain there some time had not Faith's eyes discovered her coming through the clouds. "Is it almost time?" "Tell him a thousand blessings await him when his work is done," said he to the messenger as the latter mounted his horse to ride away. "Will they ring them for me if--if--I--mother! hark! the bells are ringing! The good old sexton has gone to the church at last!" She found it a tedious task, and, after many years of toil, felt that she needed a helper. "Raise me up a little, mother," said the dying boy, "so I can hear the Christmas chime. It will be the last time I shall hear them here, mother. Is it almost morning?" "But how--cheerfully or otherwise?"
"I don't think we are seeing much of it now, in this dark box," answered one of the bells. "If part of us are silent and refuse to ring, of what use will the rest be?" said one who had remained quiet until then. "For a chime all of us are needed," sh...
"I will go for her," said Faith, one dark night, after she had been trying to rouse the people to higher states, with what seemed to her but little success. Faith was weary, and wept; and, when her tears flowed, her sister, yet in the realms of peace...
There had been a succession of days in which there was nothing but dry food on the hill, with none of the luscious fruits which invigorate and refresh; for they had been slow in ripening, and the kind husbandman would not gather them before they were...
"Raise me up a little, mother," said the dying boy, "so I can hear the Christmas chime. It will be the last time I shall hear them here, mother. Is it almost morning?" They parted on the morrow, though that separation was the nearest approach of thei...
"If my eyes had not been lifted heavenward, I should have missed you, Hope: and you must have searched a long time for me; for my journeys are far each day," said Faith to her sister. "Oh, for one moment's rest from the heat and the hammer! Oh, that ...
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