When she came into the lamplit hall, Jumbo was grinning and nodding
like a maniac, and when she asked what was the matter, he only rolled
his eyes, and said, "Missie good! Mas'r like music!"
The repressed excitability she had detected made her vaguely nervous
(not that she would have so called herself), and as the next day was
the blank Sunday, she appeased and worked off her restlessness by
walking with the children to Sedhurst church. It was the sixteenth
Sunday after Trinity, and the preacher, who had caught somewhat of
the fire of Wesley and Whitfield, preached a sermon which arrested her
attention, and filled her with new thoughts. Taking the Epistle and
Gospel in connection, he showed the death-in-life of indifference, and
the quickening touch of the Divine Love, awakening the dead spirit into
true life. On that life, with its glow of love, hope, and joy, the
preacher dwelt with enthusiasm such as Aurelia had never heard, and
which carried her quite out of herself. Tears of emotion trembled
in her eyes, and she felt a longing desire to walk on in that path
of love to her Maker, whom she seemed to have never known before.
She talked with a new fervour to the children of the birds and flowers,
and all the fair things they loved, as the gifts of their Father in
Heaven; and when she gathered them round the large pictured Bible, it
was to the Gospel that she turned as she strove to draw their souls
to the appreciation of the Redeeming Love there shown.
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