The Angel

The Angel by Guy Thorne, author of “When It Was Dark,” “Made in His Image,” “First It Was Ordained,” Etc.

Copyright, 1908

CONTENTS
Preface
Chapter 1. And God Spake----
Chapter 2. “Something Marvellous is Going to Happen”
Chapter 3. Nearer
Chapter 4. On the Mountain
Chapter 5. The Pouring
Chapter 6. The Cross at St. Paul’s
Chapter 7. The Financier
Chapter 8. “The Golden Maiden”
Chapter 9. A Link Chapter
Chapter 10. The Cousins
Chapter 11. Joseph in Mayfair
Chapter 12. The Service at St. Elwyn’s
Chapter 13. The Conspirators of St. John’s Wood
Chapter 14. The Warning
Chapter 15. Joseph and the Journalist
Chapter 16. The Battle of the Lord
Chapter 17. The Conspirators
Chapter 18. Revealed in a Vision
Chapter 19. “As a Brand from the Burning”
Chapter 20. Murder and Sudden Death
Chapter 21. Waiting!
Chapter 22. The House Desolate
Chapter 23. Consolidation
Chapter 24. Supreme Moments


Preface

I do not think a book of this sort requires a very lengthy foreword, but one or two things I feel it necessary to say concerning it. In the first place, I have to thank Mr. Hamilton Edwards for many valuable suggestions concerning it, suggestions which, undoubtedly, helped me very much in the writing.

The story is an attempt to impress upon readers the fact that we are, without doubt, surrounded on our way through life by unseen presences, unseen intelligences, which guard or attack that real portion of us which is ourselves--the soul.

Superficially, but only superficially, this is a very material age. We are surrounded by so many material wonders that the unthinking person is inclined to believe, at any rate to state, that the material is everything. Yet there is nothing more unsatisfying than the purely material aspect of life, after all.
How can any one be surprised if the ordinary man is perplexed when he is called upon to decide questions of economy and morality, when the material point of view is all that he can see? For all questions of morality must necessarily depend--as long ago Plato pointed out--upon a belief in something which we cannot touch or see. Otherwise, morality has no significance and no meaning, except that of expediency.

If, when our body dies, our personality stops, then I can see no logical reason whatever for trying to be good. To get all this life in itself has to offer by means of any sort--provided they do not entail personal discomfort--is the logical philosophy of the materialist. Yet the materialist, at the same time, is very frequently an honest and good-living man. This is not _because_ he is a materialist, for there is no reason for being honest, unless one is found out in one’s dishonesty, but because there is implanted within that soul which he denies a spark of the Divine Fire.

Of course, amongst thinking and really educated men and women, materialism is as out-moded as the bow and arrow in modern warfare, yet the majority of people do not think very much, nor are they well educated.

This story is an endeavour to point out that people who assert nowadays that Matthew Arnold’s dogma, “miracles do not happen,” are hopelessly out of the run of modern thought.

Men like Sir Oliver Lodge are laboriously discovering some of the laws of the Universe which give us portents and signs. No one who knows to-day dares to sneer at parthenogenesis, or to repeat the slander of Celsus about the Mother of God. It is only men who do not know, and men who have grown rusty in reposing on their past reputations, who cannot see that Materialism as a philosophy is dead.

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