Oliver Wyndham, by the Author of 'Naomi'. by Annie Webb (9781150226939)
Annie Webb Release Date: 18 December 2009 Format: Paperback Pages: 152 Publisher: General Books ISBN: 9781150226939 ISBN-10: 1150226935
General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1867 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER V. j] S Oliver closed the doors behind him he saw the blood red cross, which had been marked upon it while he was engaged with the sufferer within: and he read the solemn words above it -- " LORD, HAVE MERCY UPON Us " and the words sank into his heart with a deeper and fuller meaning than they had ever done before. " Will the Lord have mercy upon this house?" he said to himself. "Will the Creator of the universe hear the supplication of the young girl for her father? and will He indeed raise him up again ? Prayer that ascends from a heart so pure and good as hers must be acceptable in heaven. I wish I possessed her pious and innocent feelings, and could believe that my prayers would be heard and answered. I must try to become more useful and more righteous, and then perchance I may better deserve that the Lord should listen to my requests." Poor Oliver The task he proposed to himself was as hopeless as that of Sisyphus; as easilymight that doomed wretch roll up the ponderous and ever-returning rock to the summit of the mountain, as he might hope to elevate his own soul, and purify his own heart and life, by his unassisted efforts. But Oliver had yet to learn that he had "no power in himself to help himself" He traversed the streets more slowly than was his wont, for his spirit was oppressed, and all around him was sad and gloomy. No sound met his car, except the slow and measured tramp of the watchmen, for most of the houses by which he passed were empty, or only inhabited by the bereaved or the dying. The streets were also very dimly lighted. A few lamps here and there only served t...