'
'Well, he is an Englishman,' said Madge, smiling.
'Perhaps,' said Selina, timidly, 'he may be--he may be--Jewish.
Mamma and papa pray for the Jews every morning. They are not like
other unbelievers.'
'No, he is certainly not a Jew.'
'What is he, then?'
'He is my papa and a very honest, good man.'
'Oh, my dear Madge! honesty is a broken reed. I have heard mamma say
that she is more hopeful of thieves than honest people who think they
are saved by works, for the thief who was crucified went to heaven,
and if he had been only an honest man he never would have found the
Saviour and would have gone to hell. Your father must be something.'
'I can only tell you again that he is honest and good.'
Selina was confounded. She had heard of those people who were
NOTHING, and had always considered them as so dreadful that she could
not bear to think of them. The efforts of her father and mother did
not extend to them; they were beyond the reach of the preacher--mere
vessels of wrath. If Madge had confessed herself Roman Catholic, or
idolator, Selina knew how to begin. She would have pointed out to
the Catholic how unscriptural it was to suppose that anybody could
forgive sins excepting God, and she would at once have been able to
bring the idolator to his knees by exposing the absurdity of
worshipping bits of wood and stone; but with a person who was nothing
she could not tell what to do.
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