His soul,
which is as precious and immortal as ours, may perish for ever!'
Stephen looked at her bitter weeping with a longing desire to say
something to comfort her, but he could not speak a word: for her grief
was caused by the thought of the very vengeance he was wishing for. He
turned away his head uneasily, and gazed deep down into the glowing
embers of the fire.
'Not my prayers and love only,' continued Miss Anne, 'but our Saviour's
also; all His griefs and sorrows may prove unavailing, as far as my uncle
is concerned. Perhaps He will say of him, "I have laboured in vain, I
have spent My strength for nought, and in vain." O my Saviour! because I
love Thee, I would have every immortal soul saved for Thy eternal glory.'
'And so would I, Miss Anne,' cried the boy, sinking on his knees. 'Oh,
Miss Anne, pray to Jesus that I may love all my enemies for His sake.'
When Miss Anne's prayer was ended, she left Stephen alone to the deep but
gentler thoughts that were filling his mind. He understood now, with a
clearness that he had never had before, that 'love is of God; and every
one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.
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