"
"You are thinking of the wonderful plan of the world," he said,--"Of
all the fair and glorious things God has made for those who love
Him! Of the splendour of Faith and Hope and Courage,--of the soul's
divine origin and responsibility,--and all the joy of being able to
say to the Creator of the whole universe, 'Our Father!' You are
thinking--because you know--that not a note of the music you are
playing now fails to reach the eternal spheres,--echoing away from
your touch, it goes straight to its mark,--sent with the soul's
expression of love and gratitude, it flies to the centre of the
soul's worship. Not a pulsation of true harmony is lost! You are
thinking how grand it is to live a sweet and unsullied life, full of
prayer and endeavour, keeping a spirit white and clean as the light
itself, a spirit dwelling on the verge of earth but always ready to
fly heavenward!--You are thinking that no earthly reward, no earthly
love, no earthly happiness, though good in itself, can ever give you
such perfect peace and joy as is found in loving, serving, and
obeying God, and suffering His will to be entirely worked in you!"
Angela listened, deeply moved--her heart throbbed quickly,--how
wonderfully the boy expressed himself!--with what sweetness,
gentleness, and persuasion! She would have ceased playing, but that
something imperative urged her to go on,--and Manuel's soft voice
thrilled her strangely when he spoke again, saying--
"You know now--because your wise men are beginning to prove it--that
you can in very truth send a message to heaven.
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