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Nimblet had heard Fabens express a hope that God would overrule evil for good, questioned him on that hope, and adduced the cold seasons as illustrations. "And how can you explain these things in accordance with such a hope, Squire Fabens?" asked he. "And why are there so many sufferings in which we can see no good?"
What would become of charity if there were no wants to relieve? or hope, if we could not keep looking for pleasanter springs and more fruitful summers?" "But, cold summers came, and the corn was all cut off, giving nobody good for the labor of ploughing and planting." "Good was done to our lands, neighbor Nimblet, good was certainly done to our lands.
They could not reconcile it with the goodness of God. They saw not why, if He was good, there should be winter and storms at all; and not perpetual sunshine and summer. They questioned Fabens on the subject. Mr. Nimblet questioned him, and Colwell asked him to "clear up the character of his God." Mr.
He may be reminded of his home, and of some good time like this with hearts near and dear." "A stranger?" asked Mrs. Nimblet, "a stranger! and how could you persuade him to stay where all were strangers to him?" "We urged him considerably," said Fabens, "and thinking it would rest and refresh him for finishing his journey, he concluded to tarry and enjoy what he could.
"See there! see there! it comes nearer! look at it now; it has eyes, and ears! see its awful nose and mouth," cried Aunt Polly Waldron. "What shall we do?" screamed Nancy Nimblet, all in a tremble. "It will hurt us! it will kill us! where shall I go?" "Be quiet, be calm, it cannot hurt you," said Fabens soothingly; "it can't hurt any one. God wouldn't let it." "Awful!" shrieked Mr. and Mrs.
Wilson and his wife were on hand, with kindly word and cheerful face, and tarried to share the latest social sweet; and the son and daughter of a new family, Lot and Nancy Nimblet, came with them, and expressed much delight with a feast so rural and agreeable.
You cannot sell the loveliness of those fields, and he could no more buy it than buy the songs of the birds, or the light of the blue skies. The handsome prospect, the verdure, light, and song, are the property of all who have eyes to see and hearts to enjoy them; and Mr. Nimblet will take pains, I know, to make the fields more lovely, if he can." "Then I may say to Mr.
"O, my stars!" cried Nancy Nimblet, "that must have been long before we came here; and, pray tell, Mr. Colwell, how they managed their dough." "And it was thought a scrumtious kind of a thing to visit the gals in our buff-leather breeches in them days," said Colwell. "O, the buff breeches came long after that," said Fabens.
The woods fairly crawl with creatures that are destroying them. And we are at fault for it all, neighbor Nimblet. Say what you will, wolves and foxes were our friends. They destroyed vermin and rabbits, and protected our woods. But because they took a goose, and a lamb, once in a while, in part payment for the good they did, we saw in them nothing but evil, we hated them and killed them.
Nimblet, he can have the north fields?" asked Fabens. "O, wait a little while," said Fanny, "and see if we cannot keep them.
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