Yet, in a quiet, listless sort of way, Stephen still longed
for God to prove His wrath against the master's wrong-doing. It appeared
so strange to hear that all this time nothing had befallen him, that he
was still strong and healthy, and becoming more and more wealthy every
day. Like Asaph, the psalmist, when he considered the prosperity of the
wicked, Stephen was inclined to say, 'How doth God know? and is there
knowledge with the Most High? Behold, these are the ungodly that prosper
in the earth; they increase in riches. Verily I have cleansed my heart
in vain, and washed my hands in innocency. For all the day long have I
been plagued, and chastened every morning.'
'Why does God let these things be?' he inquired of Miss Anne one day,
after he was well enough to rise from his bed and sit by the fire. He was
very white and thin, and his eyes looked large and shining in their
sunken sockets; but they gazed earnestly into his teacher's face, as if
he was craving to have this difficulty solved.
'You have asked me a hard question,' said Miss Anne; 'we cannot
understand God's way, for "as the heavens are higher than the earth, so
are His ways than our ways.
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