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Updated: June 10, 2025
So, in some fashion not yet made plain, Messiah's advent was to be the Lord's coming to His people, and John was the Forerunner, in some sense, of Jehovah Himself. But the way in which Israel was to be prepared is further specified in the middle clauses of the verse, which are also based on Malachi's words.
At these times, as he sat alone in his garret-room, Malachi's chuckle, without cause or reminder would suddenly ring in his ears, or some low strain from his father's violin or a soft note from Nathan's flute would float through his brain. "Dear Uncle Nat," he would break out, speaking aloud and springing from his chair "I wish I could hear you tonight."
An' two young white ladies, Massa Malachi's nieces, lived thar', an' learned us to sing the sweet hymn: "'My Savior, my Almighty Friend, When I begin thy praise, Where shall the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace? An' I tole July we'd have prayer-meetin's in our cabin of nights, an' de ole folks gathered 'round us, an' our cabin was full.
"I daresay you will, as soon as you can manage your snow-shoes," replied Martin. "The wind is getting up higher. I guess you'll not find your way back to Malachi's lodge, Master John, as you thought to do to-morrow morning." "It is certainly a dreadful night," observed Mrs Campbell; "and I feel the cold very sensibly." "Yes, ma'am; but as soon as the snow is down, you'll be warmer."
When Jimmy Nowlett crawled out from under the bark he had to lie down on Malachi's bunk to laugh, and even for some time afterwards it was not unusual for Jimmy to wake up in the' night and laugh till we wished him dead. I should like to finish here, but there remains something more to be said about Malachi.
The book referred to was a very dilapidated dictionary. Malachi's hatred for high-flown words was only equalled by his aversion to the opposite sex; and, this being known, we used to write letters to him in a feminine hand, threatening divers breach of promise actions, and composed in the high-flown language above alluded to.
With a spasm in his throat Matt was about to ask what it was that was all over; but he was forestalled by old Malachi's wife, who, pushing her head through the staircase doorway into the room, cried: 'It's a lad, Matt, and a fine un an' o'! 'Hang th' lad! cried Matt; 'how's Miriam? 'Come and see for thisel; hoo's bin waitin' for thee this hawve haar.
The little lady was only feeling about, trying to put her finger on the pulse of his heart. "No; there is nobody like her. Nobody I have ever met." Miss Clendenning was sure now. Malachi's second entrance this time with the great china bowl held above his head again interrupted the general talk. Since the memory of man no such apple-toddy had ever been brewed!
After the table-rapping, during which Malachi sat with uncovered head and awe-struck expression, we proposed that he should have his bumps read, and before he could make his escape Malachi was seated in a chair in the middle of the room and the bricklayer was running his fingers over his head. I really believe that Malachi's hair bristled between the phrenologist's fingers.
And, indeed, if people once say to God, by way of doubt, 'Wherein hast thou loved us? no marvel though that people be like those in Malachi's time, a discontented, a murmuring, backward people about everything that is good. Read that whole book of Malachi. Second.
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