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The room was large and dainty with delicate draperies, two or three fine pictures, and a beautiful representation in marble of the Angel of Patience, which stood on a buhl table, where the invalid's eyes could always rest upon it. Tryphosa turned her head to greet them from the low couch, which was the battle-ground where she had wrestled with the angel of pain during years of physical agony.
Thomas, the eldest son, and his two younger sisters, Priscilla and Tryphosa, aged seventeen and fifteen, were sent to the dining-room. Mr. Broad never omitted this custom of spending an hour and a half on Monday with Mrs. Broad. It gave them an opportunity of talking over the affairs of the congregation, and it added to Mr.
On such days Pauline could only sit beside her in mute sorrow, or sing softly some of the hymns she loved. 'It is terrible to see you suffer so, my lady! she cried, one morning, when, in the fulness of her strength, she had gone from the laughing sunshine into the shadowed room, where every ray of light fell like a blow upon the invalid's quivering nerves. Tryphosa made answer with a smile.
'Do not seek happiness, Tryphosa had said, 'but harmony with God's will, and God's will for her was Sleepy Hollow. 'It is not what we do, but what we are, dear child, she seemed to hear her saying.
Seven years had gone by, and every day of each successive month had been full to overflowing of hard work for Pauline. 'Dear Tryphosa, she whispered to herself with a smile, 'you little thought, when you gave me that new beatitude, what constant friends the grey angel of Drudgery and I were to be.
'My will? echoed Pauline, startled. 'Why surely. The Christian is not to direct his Master. 'But how do you mean, my lady? Tryphosa began to sing softly: 'O, little bird, lie still In thy low nest: Thy part, to love My will: My part the rest. 'That is His message to me. Yours will be different, for no two of His children get the same training.
Tryphosa looked wistfully at the brave, sweet face, which she knew she would see no more. 'So soon, dear child? 'I have given Christ the key, as you said, and now I am under orders. 'Well, I knew it would come. It is only that we must travel by different roads. We shall meet at the end of the journey. 'But you never told me that my way to the kingdom lay through Sleepy Hollow!
That fair dawn has been shadowed by many clouds, and the churches of to-day, however they may have developed doctrine, may look back with reproach and shame to the example of Rome, where Tryphena and Tryphosa, with all their inherited, fastidious delicacy, recognised in the household of Aristobulus and the household of Narcissus 'brethren in the Lord, and were as glad to welcome Jews, Asiatics, Persians, and Greeks, as Romans of the bluest blood, into the family of Christ.
The Romish Church of our day has lost its early grace of welcoming all who love the one Lord into its fellowship; and we of the Protestant churches have been but too swift to learn the bad lesson of forbidding all who follow not with us. Another thought which may be suggested by Tryphena and Tryphosa is the blessed hallowing of natural family relations by common faith.
I have good reason to believe that their friend, Mr. Coleman, exercises a very baleful influence upon them. However, God's will be done! These are the trials which His servants who minister to His flock must expect. Good-bye, my dear Thomas. Mamma and Tryphosa send their love. Give diligence to make your calling and election sure. Your affectionate father,
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