Dwell Deep

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Title: Dwell Deep or Hilda Thorn's Life Story
Author: Amy Le Feuvre
Release Date: August 5, 2007 [EBook #22243]
Language: English
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[Frontispiece: NOTHING WOULD PACIFY HIM UNTIL I GAVE
HIM A TUNE.]

DWELL DEEP

OR
HILDA THORN'S LIFE STORY

BY
AMY LE FEUVRE
AUTHOR OF "PROBABLE SONS," "TEDDY'S BUTTON," "ERIC'S
GOOD NEWS," "ODD," ETC.

LONDON
THE RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY
MANCHESTER, MADRID, LISBON, BUDAPEST
1896

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I
A NEW HOME II TAKING A STAND III THE REASON WHY IV
AN OPENING FOR WORK V OPPORTUNITIES VI ONLY A
FRIEND VII A FRESH ACQUAINTANCE VIII DRAWN
TOGETHER IX QUIET DAYS X LONG AGO XI A DIFFERENT
ATMOSPHERE XII A TEST XIII TAKE HOME XIV WOOED AND
WON XV A GATHERING CLOUD XVI DARK DAYS XVII DAWN
XVIII WEDDED XIX OLD FRIENDS

DWELL DEEP
CHAPTER I
A NEW HOME
'Meet is it changes should control Our being, lest we rust in
ease.'--Tennyson.
A golden cornfield in the still sunshine of a warm August afternoon. In
one corner of it, bordering a green lane, a group of shady elms, and
under their shadow a figure of a young girl, who, gazing dreamily
before her, sat leaning her head against an old gnarled trunk in quiet
content. A small-shaped head, with dark curly hair, and a pair of
blue-grey eyes with black curved lashes, these were perhaps her chief
characteristics; more I cannot say, for it is difficult to describe oneself,
and it was I, Hilda Thorn, who was seated there.
It was a beautiful scene before me. Beyond the corn stretched a green
valley, and far in the distance were blue misty hills and moorland. My
soul seemed rested by the sweet stillness around, but from the beauties
of nature my eyes kept reverting to the Bible on my knee, and two
words on the open page were occupying my thoughts--'Dwell deep.'
I had been left an orphan at the age of ten, both parents dying in India
whilst I was at an English boarding-school. There I stayed till I was
nineteen, when I went to an old cousin in London, and for three years I
lived a quiet uneventful life in a dull London square, seeing very little
society but that of elderly ladies and a few clergymen.
Suddenly my whole life was changed. My guardian, who had been
living abroad with his wife and family, returned to England, and
wished me to make my home with him. And my cousin was quite
willing that it should be so.
'You are young, my dear,' she said to me, 'and it is only right for you to
mix with young people and see the world. I am getting to prefer being
alone, so I shall not miss you.'

It did not take long to settle matters, and I soon left London for my
guardian's lovely place in Hertfordshire, feeling both shy and curious at
the strange future before me.
But during my stay in London there had been another and perhaps a
greater change in my life than this. I had been brought up religiously,
had said my prayers night and morning, and had read my Bible
regularly once a day, but with these outward forms my religion ceased.
I suppose all my thoughts were in the world and of the world. I had
been a favourite with my school-fellows, who assured me I had more
than my fair share of beauty, and with all the ignorance and
inexperience of girlhood had planned out glowing descriptions of the
brilliant offers of marriage I would have, and the delightful times
before me. I listened and laughed at them, yet had chafed at the quiet
monotony of my cousin's home, and had longed for a break to come in
the dull routine of our daily life.
Then one night I had attended some mission services that were held in
our church, and for the first time beheld life and death as they are in
reality. For several days I was in great distress of mind, and turned with
real earnestness to my Bible for guidance and comfort. The light came
at last, and I saw how completely Christ had taken my place as a sinner,
and how as a little child I must come and claim the pardon that He had
died