The Lions of the Lord - A Tale of the Old West by Harry Leon Wilson
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grace I shall do, what miracle of salvation, I know not, but remember,
it shall be transcendent; tell it to no one, but I know in my inner secret heart it shall be a greater work than man hath yet done." He stopped and drew himself up, shaking his head, as if to shrug off the spell of his own feeling. "Now, now! stop it at once, and come to the house. I've been tending your father and mother, and I'm going to tend you. What you need directly is food. Your look may be holy, but I prefer full cheeks. Not another word until you have eaten every crumb I put before you." With an air of captor, daintily fierce, she led him toward the house and up to the door, which she pushed open before him. "Come softly, your mother may be still asleep--no, your father is talking--listen!" A querulous voice, rough with strong feeling, came from the inner room. "Here, I tell you, is the prophecy of Joseph to prove it, away back in 1832: 'Verily thus saith the Lord concerning the wars that will shortly come to pass, beginning at the rebellion of South Carolina, which will terminate in the death and misery of many souls. The days will come that war will be poured out upon all nations, beginning at that place; for behold, the Southern States shall be divided against the Northern States, and the Southern States will call on other nations, even the nation of Great Britain, as it is called.' Now will you doubt again, mother? For persecuting the Saints of the most high God, this republic shall be dashed to pieces like a potter's vessel. But we shall be safe. |
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