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Article A MASON'S STORY. ← Page 7 of 7
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A Mason's Story.
myself up the while to meditation on what the loved ones at home were doing . Presently the trickling of a little rippling rill smote on my ear , and I abandoned myself to the enjoyment of this truly pastoral scene . After a while , as I listened , it seemed to swell into a mighty river , ancl then it appeared to descend as a stnpenduons waterfall . Of course it was all fancy—the only reality being the little brook , which glided over the pebbles , making a sweet music , —but I
imagined I could distinguish , from the whirl and eddy of the river , and the roar of the great cataract , and the murmuring of the streamlet , a soft ancl melodious voice , which seemed to be repeating in my ears , now loudly , then more soothingly , but ever and anon most lovingly ; the words ' like the sound of many waters . ' They are , I believe , in the New Testament . Will you write and tell me where to find them , as I should like to read the chapter ? " I believe that this was God ' s first revealing of Himself to Falconer . I sent him the chapter , and he wrote back thanking me , and said that he liked it very much .
After they left Yoltri they went on to Venice—the fair city of many islands ; and here , too , many scenes of beaiity read of but never dreamt of , broke on Penrhyn ' s vision . He was awaking to a new life , and he told me that he was at this time very happy . They visited Florence , and Rome , ancl several other towns . At Rome they would both spend hours gazing up into the dome of St . Peter ' s , or sit listening enraptured while the solemn sounds of the organ floated through the building , hushing every sound but its own . Then , having- made a stay of some weeks , they finally left , at the end of October , for Constantinople .
And , in the meantime , whilst Penrhyn is enjoying himself iu continental countries—what are those he has left behind him doing ? Mr . Falconer was applying himself , if possible , more diligently to his business . Poor man , Penhryn ' s second departure seemed to have cut him more deeply than the first . He had hardly any life left in him . Do not say that unbelieving natures are incapable of love . They can love equally as well as the most devout believer . Mrs . Falconer went about her ordinary avocations as usual . She knew that Penrhyn would not go wrong . If it came to the worst with him , she was certain that all would be lost before honour .
Mr . Morton still continued his researches into futurity—on the predestination aud election principles . He grew stupider every clay in his creed , but unbended so far as to ask how that young Falconer was getting on ; and once he called on Penrhyn ' s father , who received him very courteously . After this he held himself up to himself as a paragon of charity ancl forgiveness . And Mary—what is she doing ? Working on in her allotted sphere , thankful that God has
given her a something to live for . Every nio-ht before seeking her couch , and every morning before leaving her room , she kneels in prayer to her Maker , for herself ancl Penrhyn , that He would be pleased to guide them both into the ri ght way , and afterwards receive them to glory . Her petitions will not be in vain ; for the " prayer of the righteous availeth much . " ( To be continued ) .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Mason's Story.
myself up the while to meditation on what the loved ones at home were doing . Presently the trickling of a little rippling rill smote on my ear , and I abandoned myself to the enjoyment of this truly pastoral scene . After a while , as I listened , it seemed to swell into a mighty river , ancl then it appeared to descend as a stnpenduons waterfall . Of course it was all fancy—the only reality being the little brook , which glided over the pebbles , making a sweet music , —but I
imagined I could distinguish , from the whirl and eddy of the river , and the roar of the great cataract , and the murmuring of the streamlet , a soft ancl melodious voice , which seemed to be repeating in my ears , now loudly , then more soothingly , but ever and anon most lovingly ; the words ' like the sound of many waters . ' They are , I believe , in the New Testament . Will you write and tell me where to find them , as I should like to read the chapter ? " I believe that this was God ' s first revealing of Himself to Falconer . I sent him the chapter , and he wrote back thanking me , and said that he liked it very much .
After they left Yoltri they went on to Venice—the fair city of many islands ; and here , too , many scenes of beaiity read of but never dreamt of , broke on Penrhyn ' s vision . He was awaking to a new life , and he told me that he was at this time very happy . They visited Florence , and Rome , ancl several other towns . At Rome they would both spend hours gazing up into the dome of St . Peter ' s , or sit listening enraptured while the solemn sounds of the organ floated through the building , hushing every sound but its own . Then , having- made a stay of some weeks , they finally left , at the end of October , for Constantinople .
And , in the meantime , whilst Penrhyn is enjoying himself iu continental countries—what are those he has left behind him doing ? Mr . Falconer was applying himself , if possible , more diligently to his business . Poor man , Penhryn ' s second departure seemed to have cut him more deeply than the first . He had hardly any life left in him . Do not say that unbelieving natures are incapable of love . They can love equally as well as the most devout believer . Mrs . Falconer went about her ordinary avocations as usual . She knew that Penrhyn would not go wrong . If it came to the worst with him , she was certain that all would be lost before honour .
Mr . Morton still continued his researches into futurity—on the predestination aud election principles . He grew stupider every clay in his creed , but unbended so far as to ask how that young Falconer was getting on ; and once he called on Penrhyn ' s father , who received him very courteously . After this he held himself up to himself as a paragon of charity ancl forgiveness . And Mary—what is she doing ? Working on in her allotted sphere , thankful that God has
given her a something to live for . Every nio-ht before seeking her couch , and every morning before leaving her room , she kneels in prayer to her Maker , for herself ancl Penrhyn , that He would be pleased to guide them both into the ri ght way , and afterwards receive them to glory . Her petitions will not be in vain ; for the " prayer of the righteous availeth much . " ( To be continued ) .