Australian Tales - Setis

I should have much pleasure in continuing Micky's history at length,
but could scarcely do so under the title of our present chapters; for
“Micky's mishaps” were over. He had begun an entirely new era in his
life, and in a short time he was, to use his own words, “a new man
altogether.” He daily rose in the estimation of his kind master, and also
in the good graces of all the employés on the establishment. Micky was a
true believer in God's word, and strove to walk humbly and truly by its
Divine precepts, which were his daily study, and he earnestly strove to
give evidence of his firm faith in it, by his upright walk and
conversation; and never did he omit a seasonable opportunity of directing
a poor uninstructed neighbour to the plain simple way in which he found
peace with God, and the hope of Heaven. He was untiring in his
unobtrusive, though cheerful efforts to do good, in his homely way, and
his influence was felt, not only in his master's household, but on that and
the neighbouring stations.
Joe Griddle was in course of time installed as Mr. Mahony's houseservant;
and the Bible, the “Sunday at Home,” the “Leisure Hour,” and
other good books replaced the trashy pernicious volumes in Joe's library.
Very soon he, too, could feel that his old tormenting fears of death had
been driven away by the light of Divine truth, and that he had a
comforting hope of “life beyond life.”
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Reader! whether you live in the bush, or in the city, whether you be
rich or poor, old or young, gentle or simple, if you want to be happy and
useful through life, peaceful in the hour of death, and glorified
throughout eternity, the simple plan to obtain those blessings, is to do as
poor Micky Mahony did, viz., — “Repent, and believe the Gospel.”