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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. AN ANGEL INDEED.
Time and tide had thus their sway, Yielding like an April day, Smiling now for sullen morrow, Years of joy, for hours of sorrow. ?Sir Walter Scott. After a very few hours of sleep, Mr. Pennyfeather rose; the moon was shining brightly, the bells were silent now, and a tender calm, as of the sabbath, pervaded all things. Wondering at the mildness of the season, Mr. Pennyfeather dressed, and went for an early walk. It was not yet quite eight o'clock, but the moon, which had been shining so brightly an hour ago, was growing paler as day approached. Mr. Pennyfeather had come to the outskirts of the town, and as he walked along, from an open door he heard the sweet voices of children singing, and their song was, ?
Hark, the herald angels sing !
Surely, thought Mr. Pennyfeather,
no sweeter Christmas hymn was ever penned. Again the bells pealed forth.
Peace and good-will to men, rang the bells.
Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled, sang the children, and he felt that reconcilement was what he wanted. He was like Cornelieus of old. He gave much alms to the people, and prayed to God alvvay. He was not self-righteous, but simple- hearted and generous; yet he knew that in him was one thing lacking. Long he had been stretching out his hands for this one thing, this sweet consciousness of acceptance, and this morning it seemed almost within his reach; but he began to think of returning when he found that this one-sided street was Moon Street, and the house whence came the song was No. 2.
Probably Mark was one of the singers, thought he; and he was right. As he went along, he repeated the words:
God and sinners reconciled.
Why have I not this sense of reconcilement ?
he asked h…
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. AN ANGEL INDEED.
Time and tide had thus their sway, Yielding like an April day, Smiling now for sullen morrow, Years of joy, for hours of sorrow. ?Sir Walter Scott. After a very few hours of sleep, Mr. Pennyfeather rose; the moon was shining brightly, the bells were silent now, and a tender calm, as of the sabbath, pervaded all things. Wondering at the mildness of the season, Mr. Pennyfeather dressed, and went for an early walk. It was not yet quite eight o'clock, but the moon, which had been shining so brightly an hour ago, was growing paler as day approached. Mr. Pennyfeather had come to the outskirts of the town, and as he walked along, from an open door he heard the sweet voices of children singing, and their song was, ?
Hark, the herald angels sing !
Surely, thought Mr. Pennyfeather,
no sweeter Christmas hymn was ever penned. Again the bells pealed forth.
Peace and good-will to men, rang the bells.
Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled, sang the children, and he felt that reconcilement was what he wanted. He was like Cornelieus of old. He gave much alms to the people, and prayed to God alvvay. He was not self-righteous, but simple- hearted and generous; yet he knew that in him was one thing lacking. Long he had been stretching out his hands for this one thing, this sweet consciousness of acceptance, and this morning it seemed almost within his reach; but he began to think of returning when he found that this one-sided street was Moon Street, and the house whence came the song was No. 2.
Probably Mark was one of the singers, thought he; and he was right. As he went along, he repeated the words:
God and sinners reconciled.
Why have I not this sense of reconcilement ?
he asked h…