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his heart, and all the people in the church were
quite terrified. But all the little birds outside
the church sang so pleasantly, and so pleased,
and the sun shone so warm:–it was as if every
little flower said: "God is so wondrous good
to us altogether!" Yes, outside it was not at
all as the clergyman preached.
In the evening, when it was bed-time, the
clergyman saw his wife sit so still and thoughtful.
"What ails you?" said he to her.
"What ails me?" she replied; "what
ails me is, that I cannot collect my thoughts
rightly–that I cannot rightly understand what
you said; that there were so many wicked,
and that they should burn eternally!–eternally,
alas, how long! I am but a sinful being; but
I could not bear the thought in my heart to
allow even the worst sinner to burn for ever.
And how then should out Lord permit it? he
who is so wondrously good, and who knows
how evil comes both from without and within.
No, I cannot believe it, though you say it."
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