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Less terrible this voice was; a seraph's rather, at the lodge-gate, welcoming the morn. Yet Hetty crouched by her pillar, afraid. For the day he welcomed was not her day, the worship he offered was not her worship; for her a sword lay across the gate. Her terror passed, and she straightened herself. After all, she did not repent. Why should she repent?
Under it for an instant, though not visibly, Baroni flinched; and a fear of the man he accused smote him, more deep, more keen than that with which the sweeping might of the Seraph's fury had moved him. He knew now why Ben Davis had hated with so deadly a hatred the latent strength that slept under the Quietist languor and nonchalance of "the d d Guards' swell."
Poor Miss Pinch, however, had to bear the brunt of it with both parties; being so severely taken to task by the Seraph's mother for having such vulgar acquaintances, that she was fain to retire to her own room in tears, which her natural cheerfulness and submission, and the delight of having seen Mr Pecksniff, and having received a letter from her brother, were at first insufficient to repress.
"Well," he replied, "since you ask me seriously, I should say this little curl on The Seraph's nape." The Seraph felt for it. "I yike it," he said, "but I yike my wart better." "Good gracious," exclaimed the Bishop. "Don't tell me you've a wart!" "Yes, a weal one," chuckled The Seraph. "It's little, but it's gwowing. I fink some day it'll be as big as the one on Mrs. Handsomebody's chin.
There was the molten sunset of his childish memory; the gorgeous crimson piles of glory in the west, fading away into the cold calm light of the rising moon, while here and there a cloud floated across the western heaven, like a seraph's wing, in its flaming beauty; the earth was the same as in his childhood's days, full of gentle evening sounds, and the harmonies of twilight the breeze came sweeping low over the heather and blue-bells by his side, and the turf was sending up its evening incense of perfume.
Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christian thirsts for gold. To be content's his natural desire; He asks no angel's wings, no seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company."
"If woes below may plead above A frail heart's errors, mine forgiven, To that 'high world' I soar, where 'love Surviving' forms the bliss of Heaven. "O wheresoe'er, in realms above, Assign'd my spirit's new abode, 'Twill watch thee with a seraph's love, Till thou too soar'st to meet thy God.
"Gentlemen," and his teeth chattered as he spoke, "one sign of violence, and I shall summon legal force." Cecil caught the Seraph's lifted arm, and stayed it in its vengeance. His own teeth were clinched tight as a vise, and over the haggard whiteness of his face a deep red blush had come. "We degrade ourselves by resistance. Let me go they must do what they will.
It is the religion of love: and a man may speak with a seraph's burning tongue to defend Christianity; he may give his goods to feed the poor in obedience to the precepts of Christianity; he may even burn at the stake rather than renounce Christianity as his intellectual creed; but if he does not love, he is no Christian. If a man love not the Lord Jesus, he is anathema.
Another cope was of green velvet, embroidered with heart-shaped groups of acanthus-leaves, from which spread long-stemmed white blossoms, the details of which were picked out with silver thread and coloured crystals. The morse bore a seraph's head in gold-thread raised work.
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