And doth
our blessed Master require of us that we give our bodies up to these
wicked and malignant deceivers, that their devilish pleasure may be
glutted in torturing and spitefully using us, while they go about
putting innocent men to cruel and shameful deaths? As soon would He
require that we should yield our bodies up to Satan and his angels."
"I know not how to answer thee, Bradshaw, in this matter; but my mind
misgives me in taking so hasty a departure from our suffering and
afflicted realm. Yet will we ask counsel of Him who guideth the weak,
and will not suffer us to be tempted beyond measure."
Whereat these persecuted disciples did unite in prayer to that throne
before which, having finished their earthly warfare, they now stand with
crowns of victory on their foreheads, purified from this gross
mortality. Marsh, much comforted by the exercise, doubted not that,
according to his faith, wisdom and direction would be granted in the way
he should take.
Hereupon they separated, wishing each other "God speed."
Through the darkness and tempest of that fearful night George Marsh
approached the town, where, in a narrow lane leading from the brow of
the hill by the church, abode his mother and her youngest son.
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