Old
quarrels and grudges had died out and had been forgotten forever while
men and women broke their last crust of bread together or perhaps
clemmed themselves to help feed the children of the very man that had
wronged them. Consequent on these pleasant surroundings, Hatton Chapel
was crowded, the singing-pew held the finest voices in the countryside,
and there was such a renewal of religious interest that Greenwood chose
the most jubilant hymn tunes he could find in all Methodist Psalmody.
Then suddenly in spite of all these pleasant happenings strange
misgivings began to mix with John's days and cross and darken his hours
of rest. Every morning he got his London letter, always full of love and
satisfactions, yet uncalled-for and very unlikely apprehensions came
into his thoughts and had power to shake his soul as they passed. He was
angry at himself. He called himself ungrateful to God who had so
wonderfully helped him. He prayed earnestly for a thankful, joyful
spirit, and he assumed the virtue of cheerfulness though he was far from
feeling it.
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