Charlemont; Or, the Pride of the Village. a Tale of Kentucky by William Gilmore Simms
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"Ah, Brother Stevens, worldly goods and worldly wealth are no more
needed in Charlemont, than they are necessary to the service of the blessed Redeemer. With an empty scrip is thy service blest;--God sees the pure heart through the threadbare garment. I have friends in Charlemont who will be too happy to receive thee in the name of the Lord, without money and without price." The pride of Stevens, which had not shrunk from hypocrisy and falsehood, yet recoiled at a suggestion which involved the idea of his pecuniary dependence upon strangers, and he replied accordingly; though he still disguised his objections under the precious appearance of a becoming moral scruple. "It will not become me, Mr. Cross, to burden the brethren of the church for that hospitality which is only due to brethren." "But thou art in the way of grace--the light is shining upon thee--the door is open, and already the voice of the Bridegroom is calling from within. Thou wilt become a burning and a shining light--and the brethren of the church will rejoice to hail thee among its chosen. Shall they hold back their hand when thou art even on the threshold?" "But, Mr. Cross--" "Call me not Mr., I pray thee. Call me plain John Cross, if it please thee not yet to apply to me that sweeter term of loving kindness which the flock of God are happy to use in speech one to another. If thou wilt call me Brother Cross, my heart shall acknowledge the bonds between us, and my tongue shall make answer to thine, in like |
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