Mountains in the Mist; Some Australian Reveries

Mountains in the Mist; Some Australian Reveries

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1919 edition. Excerpt: ...and a third for the description of the redeemed in the book of Revelation. But Webster slowly quoted those exquisite verses from one of the minor prophets: 'Although the fig-tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.' 'I am amazed, ' said Webster, 'that no talented artist has seen there a subject for a masterpiece--the prophet Habakkuk sitting in the midst of his dreadful desolation, still praising God and rejoicing in his unseen Saviour!' Habakkuk was ' careful for nothing '--he was growing chrysanthemums. I think of Job singing amidst his maze of sorrow and mystery of pain: 'Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.' There was a chrysanthemum for you! I think of Uncle Tom shouting his jubilant camp-meeting choruses whilst the blood drawn by the slave-whip trickles down his back. I think of the Salvationist sister smiling her way, day after day, amidst the suffocating smells, the strident sounds, and the disgusting sights of a squalid London slum. I think of the missionary at his lonely outpost bravely maintaining his gracious witness amidst the apparently impregnable strongholds of superstition. I think of a bed-ridden sufferer whom it is my privilege to visit, and whose face is always radiant with a glory that hides the furrows ploughed by pain. I think of an old pilgrim of my acquaintance. His hair reminds you of the winter snows; but the joy of his heart, as it escapes through his eyes, recalls the glorious blossoms that nourish amidst the frosts. 'The outward man perishes, ' he says, 'but the...show more

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  • Paperback | 56 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 118g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236836847
  • 9781236836847