"Well, what in general?"
"Why, there is the lawn covered with snow, and the trees and
bushes; and the sun is shining on everything, just as it did
the day we came; and there's the long shadow of that hemlock
across the snow, and the blue sky."
"Now look out again, Ellie, and listen. I know that a day is
to come, when those heavens shall be wrapped together as a
scroll — they shall vanish away like smoke, and the earth
shall wax old like a garment — and it, and all the works that
are therein, shall be burned up."
As he spoke, Ellen's fancy tried to follow — to picture the
ruin and desolation of all that stood so fair, and seemed to
stand so firm before her; but the sun shone on, the branches
waved gently in the wind, the shadows lay still on the snow,
and the blue heaven was fair and cloudless. Fancy was baffled.
She turned from the window.
"Do you believe it?" said John.
"Yes," said Ellen — "I know it; but I think it is very
disagreeable to think about it."
"It would be, Ellie," said he, bringing her again to his side
— "very disagreeable — very miserable indeed, if we knew no
more than that. But we know more — read here."
Ellen took his little Bible and read at the open place.
" 'Behold, I create new heavens and a new earth, and the
former shall not be remembered, neither come into mind.' "
"Why won't they be remembered?" said Ellen — "shall we forget
all about them?"
"No, I do not think that is meant.
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