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Updated: May 9, 2025
"And how came you to undertake this good work, friend?" asked the old man, as they journeyed. "In a few words I can answer you," said the book-hawker. "I was once a monk, a lazy drone. Our convent was rich, and we had nothing to do except to appear for so many hours every day in church, and repeat or chant words, of the sense of which we did not for a moment trouble ourselves.
Meta waited anxiously till her grandfather and their guest had finished their suppers, and then as rapidly as possible cleared away the bowls and platters which they had used. The book-hawker with a smile observed her anxiety, and placing his pack on the table, opened it, and exhibited to the admiring eyes of the spectators a number of volumes.
Several times did Meta rise and trim the lamp. "Must you hasten on your journey? or can you not rest here another day, and tell us more of those glorious things?" said the old man, placing his hand on Spena's shoulder, and gazing earnestly into his face. "Yes, I will stay, friend," answered the book-hawker, "if by so doing I can place more clearly before you the way of salvation."
"I know you better than you suppose," he said, as Moretz entered the room; and he told him of the interview he had had with his grandchildren. "I rejoice to see the way in which you are bringing them up. How is it you have taught them so to love the Bible? Do you know about it yourself?" Moretz seeing no cause for concealment, told the count of the visit of Gottlieb Spena, the book-hawker.
"I once thought as you do," answered the book-hawker. "When I read God's word, I learned to think very differently." As he spoke he opened the Testament. "Listen.
They then returned to the table and partook of their yet untasted supper. Before it was finished, a knock was heard at the door. "Shall I open it?" asked Karl. "Perhaps it is Herr Herder come back again." "Oh, no!" said Meta, "he would not knock. We should not be afraid to open the door." Karl withdrew the bolt, and who should he see but the book-hawker, Gottlieb Spena!
As it was somewhat late, the book-hawker gladly availed himself of the shelter of the hut for the night, while he amply repaid his young hosts by reading and expounding the Scriptures to them, greatly to their satisfaction. The old woodcutter sat in his cell, his spirits yet unbroken, and resolved, as at first, to adhere to the faith.
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