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you. At present my duties call me elsewhere, but I am all the better for the breath of mountain air which my spirit has inhaled from you."
They stopped at the gate of a pretty cottage-dwelling as the doctor said this, and the Rector pursued his walk down the lane to the hamlet, which was about a mile beyond.
"Heav'n teacheth thee to mourn, oh friend beloved!
How to rejoice
But God alone
Instructeth how to mourn. He doth not trust
Dr. Teevoe's patient in this cottage was a young lady of about three and twenty, and she was suffering from a disease of the spine. She had only lately come to the village, and had been sent thither, by her medical adviser, for the benefit of country air and total rest and freedom from excitement. The London parish in which she had been residing was full of active, busy workers. Under the influence of an efficient ministry, the educated classes were awakening to a high sense of their responsibility; and time, and talents, and wealth, were gradually, but surely, being devoted to His service who first bestowed them, and who, by allowing us to consecrate them unto Him, doubles the intrinsic value of them all. To this busy scene, the quiet of a country village presented a contrast most uncongenial to her state of mind. She had been one of the most active, and now she was to he prostrate, and her busy brain must weave all its projects of usefulness, and find nothing after all but an unreal fabric.
It was a great trial of faith and patience, not only for herself, but for her kind mother and sister, who were doing all in their power to soften its bitterness to her.
After the professional part of his visit was over, Dr. Trevor said, "I am afraid, Miss Wilson, you are disappointed in the expectations you had formed of our country village."
"My daughter has been bewailing her inactive and, as she calls it, her useless life, Dr. Trevor; but I tell her that cannot be called useless which is of God's appointing. You know wo have come from a very busy neighbourhood, and this still life is new to us."
"I know you have," said the doctor, "and I can quite enter into Miss Wilson's feelings on the subject; but as to 'useless,' I think wo must come to a clear understanding of tho word 'work' before we can call any part of it useless. That is work which our Master appoints, is it not so, whether it be with head, heart, or hands? Some are sent on active employment, others are to sit still, and this last seems to me your appointed work just now. I can well imagine it is very irksome with your active mind, but we must believe it is the very best thing for you, and, perhaps, intended to fit you for more activo usefulness hereafter You remember this lino—
'They also scire, who only stand and wait.'"
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