. T. DeWitt Talmage : his life and work : biographical edition . awake. Farther on down, and farther, where no owl of the night or hawk ofthe day would venture. On down until she touched the depth of the , in walking sleep, she began toascend the other side of the chasm,rock above rock, as the roe bound-eth. Without having her head toswim with the awful steep, she scaledthe height. ON THE BRINK OF THE ABYSS No eye but the sleepless eye ofGod watched her as she went downone side the chasm and came up theother side the chasm. It was anAugust night, and a storm was gath-ering, and a lou
. T. DeWitt Talmage : his life and work : biographical edition . awake. Farther on down, and farther, where no owl of the night or hawk ofthe day would venture. On down until she touched the depth of the , in walking sleep, she began toascend the other side of the chasm,rock above rock, as the roe bound-eth. Without having her head toswim with the awful steep, she scaledthe height. ON THE BRINK OF THE ABYSS No eye but the sleepless eye ofGod watched her as she went downone side the chasm and came up theother side the chasm. It was anAugust night, and a storm was gath-ering, and a loud burst of thunderawoke her from her somnambulism,and she said: Whither shall I fly?and with an affrighted eye she lookedback upon the chasm she had crossed,and she looked in front, and therewas a deeper chasm before her. Shesaid: What shall I do? Must I diehere? And as she bent over the onechasm, she heard the sighng of thepast; and as she bent over the otherchasm she heard the portent of thefuture. Then she sat down on thegranite crag, and cried : Oh, for my. PITCHED OUT OF THE GROGSHOP father s house ! Oh, for the cottage, where I might die amid embowering honey-suckles ! Oh, the past! Oh, the future! O father! O mother! O God! Butthe storm that had been gathering culminated, and wrote with fingers of light-ning on the sky just above the horizon: The way of the transgressor is then thunder-peal after thunder-peal uttered it: Which forsaketh the guideof her youth and forgetteth the covenant of her God. Destroved without rem-edy ! And the cavern behind her echoed it: Destroyed without remedy! Andthe chasm before echoed it: Destroyed without remedy! There she perished 80 T. DE WITT TALMAGE—HIS LIFE AND WORK her cut and bleeding feet on the edge of one chasm, her long locks washed ofthe storm dripping over the other chasm. But by this time our carriage had reached the curbstone at my dwelling,and I awoke, and behold it was a dream ! A CHURCH COMPANION In addition to
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