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VOLUME I.
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A MOTHER’S THOUGHTS AMIDST HER
CHILDREN.
BY MRS. CHARLES TINSLEY.
• “ Tims they go,
Whom we have reared, watshea, blessed, too much
adored!” ‘ Mrs. He.ma.ns.
Ye are around me still,
A bright, unbroken band ; your voices fill
The summer air with gladness, yet I know
That Fate's cold shadows arc around us falling,
That with its thousand tongues the world is calling,
Urging you forth —and ye must go !
Ye will depart with glee
From the fair bowers where ye hnve wandered free,
As spring’s rejoicing birds ; ye will not cast
Sad looks and lingering on your childhoods dwelling,
Whilst Hope of other, brighter realms, is telling :
Yet will not sorrow for the past!
Ye will go boldly forth,
With your heart’s treasures, gems of priceless worth,
To barter for the hollowness, the strife
Os human crowds ; ah, fond ones ! little knowing
How ill yitur cherished dreams, so rich, so glowing,
Suit the rt-hies of life!
Ye will not learn to prize
The holy quiet of the love that lies
Deep in your hearts, till ye have felt the wrong
That the cold, scornful world is ever wreaking
On the gentlest spirits -on the weary seeking
Safe shelter in its throng!
Therefore I sadly gaze
Upon you, with the thought of future days
Brooding around me ; and I fain would deem
That no'relentless chance your paths might sever,
That thus united ye might glide for ever
Along life’s onward stream !
And solemn thoughts arise,
As now I look into your loving eyes,
And school mv heart for evil hours to come—
How may I think upon the speeding morrow,
With its impending ill—irsstrife and sorrow,
And trial —and be dumb T
How will thy spirit brook
My proud, fair girl, beneath the veil to look
That hides life’s hollow joys, and mocking trust ?
How wilt thou bear, from glorious visions stooping.
To own with low, sad voice, and dim eye drooping,
Thy portion with the dust 7
And thou, my loving child.
My gentle boy, with thv affections mild,
And spirit shrinking sirll from boisterous glee—
How, in the world with angry passions teeming,
With Envy’s poisoned words, and Pride's dark schem
ing.
How will it fare w ith thee ?
Wilt thou find food for mirth,
My joyous one, amid the graves of earth ?
Will thine heart’s sunshine to the desert bring
A brightness not its own 7 or wilt thou, failing
In love and hope, change thy glad songs to wailing,
Or silence—bird of spring ?
Ye are around me still,
A bright, unbroken band ; yonr voices fill
The summer air with gladness, yet I know
That Fate’s cold shadows are around us falling.
That with its thousand tongues the world is calling,
Urging you forth —and ye must go !
Yet whither 7 —are ye not
Heirs of a higher promise 7 unforgot
Os Him that mindeth even the sparrow’s fall 7
Be still, my heart! the future hath its story
Os vanquished evil, and enduring glory,
And triumph, for you all!
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From the Ladies’ Companion.
THE ONLY DAUGHTER.
BY MRS. EMMA C. EMBURY.
“ The thorns which I have reaped are of the tree
I planted : they have torn me, and I bleed.”
Byron.
‘lt was the sunset of a beautiful autumnal
day, and the slant beams shed a golden
glow upon the dark foliage of many a giant
oak which spread its gnarled roots and broad
branches across the velvet lawn of Dales
ford ; while the diamond paned casements
of the fine old mansion glittered in the rays
of the tieparting luminary. It was a scene
truly English ; the antique house, with its
heavy doorways and deep set windows, its
peacked roof and clustered cbimnies —the
park stretching its emerald green turf far
around, and dotted with little copses where
the antlered deer sported in fearless securi
ty —the village in the distance with its neat
white cottages and verdant hedgerow’s —-the
*all £ ;-nire of the little church relieved against
the cWr blue sky, and glittering in the lat
est beam of day—all combined to form a
picture of comfort and quiet beauty rarely
seen in other lands. Seated in a deep em
brasure of a window which looked out up
on this lovely prospect sat the master of the
rich domain, and as the soft light touched
I his long, grey locks, it almost seemed like a
halo around his venerable head. But the
feelings of Mr. Dale were strangely at vari
ance with the tranquility of the hour and
the scene. His eye dwelt upon the beauty
*Vbieh spread itself before turn, but his
fnind was absorbed in other thoughts, and
an expression of deep gloom rested on his
fine features which told of secret discontent.
He had been sitting with bent brow and
folded arms for more than an hour, and the
sunset glow had darkened into the grey of
twilight when a light touch upon the shoul
der aroused him from his revery.
“ You have been long in obeying my
summons, Marian,” said he, as he turned
and beheld his daughter by his side, “ you
are not wont to be a laggard in your duty to
your only parent.” .
The brow of the young girl crimsoned as
she replied, “ I was abroad, father, and
heard not your summons until this mo
ment.” ,
“ Sit down, Marian,” said Mr. Dale, ap
parently not listening to her excuse, “ I have
that to say which requires your serious con
sideration. Your cousin
What of him, sir V’ interrupted Mari
an with a startled voice.
“Your cousin, Sir Thomas,” pursued the
father, “has again written to me on the sub
ject of. your union. He complains, and
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certainly with some reason, of the protract
ed delay to which he has been subjected.
Since your childhood he has been your affi
anced husband, and surely the time has
come now when he ought to expect you to
act with the discretion befitting a woman.”
“ Sir Thomas would show his own dis
cretion by chosing a lady better suited to
bis years,” said Marian, harshly.
“ Tut, tut, girl; a hale, hearty man of
forty-five is a match for any one : he has
forborne to press his suit out of deference
to your girlish lin#dity, and now he must be
listened to.”
“Father,” said Marian firmly, “ you have
spoken to me of this matter on former occa
sions, and my answer must be what it ever
has been : my hand must be given only in
obedience to the dictates of my heart, and
if I understand my own feelings it will never
be obtained by my cousin.”
“ Marian, I will not appear to you in the
light of a tyrannical parent ; listen to my
motives for desiring this match and you will
scarcely then attempt to oppose your feeble
will to a resolution so irrevocable as mine.
My grandfather had two sons, and the elder,
of course, inherited the baronetcy, but the
estates were unentailed, and on his death
bed the old man bequeathed to his younger
and favorite child the bulk of his fortune,
leav ing to the elder little more than a bare
subsistacee. This unjust distribution of
property naturally produced discord and
disunion between the brothers which lasted
during life, and my father enjoyed his
wealth at the cost of fratern*al affection.
The brothers, playmates in infancy, and bo
som-friends in youth, now dwelt within bow
shot of each other—they met in the field
and the thoroughfare—they sat within the
same sanctuary —knelt at the same altar
and yet they never exchanged a word of
kindness or even a look of recognition.. At
k the elder brother died, leaving an
>. ?v srin to inherit his title and poverty, —
Remorse was awakened in tny father’s
heart when he looked upon the grave of his
long estranged brother, he shed the una
vailing tears of penitence over the obdura
cy which had severed those whom nature
had united, and when he lay on his death
bed, a few years later, he drew a solemn
promise from me, who was bis only child,
that I would repair the injustice which had
resulted from my grandfather’s partial affec
tion. In obedience to my dying parent I
gave the required pledge, but, I blush to
confess, Marian, that I did not fulfil mv
-word. I bad then •cvoral obUdrcn and 1
could not bear the idea of diminishing then
heritage by sharing it with the heir of m\
uncle ; yet this was what mv father had
desired, and what he would himself have
done had his life been prolonged. Indeed
an unexecuted will to that effect was found
among his papers, and therefore I was not
left in any doubt as to the course I ought to
pursue. But I was governed by selfish in
terest, and contenting myself with making
friendly advances to my cousin, the baronet,
who was my junior by some ten or twelve
years, I made no attempt to equalize out
estates. But a promise given to the dead
is never violated with impunity. My boys,
my noble and stately boys, were one after
another cut down by the stroke of death.
The children for whose sake I boarded my
wealth were all consigned to the keeping cf
the grave, and at last, Marian, you only were
left. Your mother too soon followed her
little ones, and wlule standing beside her
coffin I vowed that if you were spared to
me, I would make full and ample restitu
tion to my cousin for my long delay in ful
filling my patent’s command. Contrary to
the expectation of every one, you became
a- healthy and promising child, and as I
watched your growth in beauty and in
strength my heart again failed me. I shrunk
from the duty of reducing the heiress cf
Dalesford, and it was not until you had
sassed the age of thoughtless childhood that
conceived a plan which enabled me to
perform my duty without impoverishing
you. Sir Thomas was the first to suggest
the idea of a union between the heir of the
honors and the heiress of the estates of
Dalesford. Attracted by your budding
beauty, Marian.be offered to keep himself
free until you should have attained the age
of womanhood, if 1 would consent to over
look the disparity in years and allow him to
consider you liis future bride. His propo
sition removed a great weight from my
mind, for it enabled me to accomplish the
dearest objects of my life and I gladly con
sented to such an arrangement. Knowing,
how often such an affiance produces dis
gust in the minds of the parties, we con
eluded to allow you to remain in ignorance
of it until such time as Sir Thomas might
have’ succeeded in winning your regard.
Your unfortunate acquaintance with young
Whatncliffe, Marian, was a hindrance to
our plans because it awakened a foolish
and transient attachment which I trust is
now entirely effaced from your recollection.
His proposals for your hand, Marian, induc
ed ine to disclose to you my intentions re
specting Sit Thomas’ and 1 regret that it
should have been found necessary to sub
ject your cousiti to so long a probation in
consequence of your foolish partiality for
this stranger. Wharnclifl'e is a man of
mean biith, of fickle and unsteady character,
and neither by fortune nor station warranted
in his presumption. I cannot therefore
but wonder at the strange infatuation which
led you to listen for a moment to his suit,
although I am willing to give you full cre
dit for the implicit obedience which you ac
corded to my prohibition of all further in
tercourse. “A year has been allowed you to
forget this passing folly, and Sir ’1 homas is
now impatient to gall you his bride, there
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fore be prepared, Marian, to meet him.
next week, as your affianced husband, and
as soon as the necessary arrangements can
be made 1 shall have the happiness of see
ing you wedded to a man who is deserving
of your love and duty.”
At this moment, a servant entering with
lights, interrupted the conversation, and Mr.
Dale discovered his daughter’s face bathed
in tears, while her whole frame shook with
suppressed emotion. Surprised and dis
pleased he hade her retire until she had
banished all such traces of agitation from
her countenance and remember that his
will was now to be obeyed with cheerful
ness as well as alacrity. Marian gladly ac
cepted permission to retire but no sooner
had she reached her apartment, than, dry
ing her tears, she drew from her bosom a
folded paper and read as follows :
“ Meet me to-night in the little- coppice
on the right hand of the park gate. 1 have
hovered about you for three days without
being able to see you ; do not fail me now;
I shall wait until the stroke of twelve. The
ship which is to bear me forever from mv
native land will sail in five days ; I come to
bid you a last farewell—dearest, do not re
fuse to let me listen once more to the tones
of your sweet voice ere I go to return no
more.”
There was no signature to the note but
Marian well knew the characters of her
lover’s writing. It was from What ncliffe—
from him whose suit her father had rejec
ted, from him, whom her father had ap
plauded for her forgetting, and with whom
she had kept up a clandestine correspon
dence during imply months. “It shall be
so,” said Marian to herself, as she replaced
the paper in the folds of her dress, “ there
is no alternative ; better is a life of affec
tion with him I love than one of splendor
with that cold, selfish, heartless profligate
to whom my father destines me. If I should
stay and wed Sir Thomas my father’s grey
hairs would be brought down to the grave
in sorrow, by the sight of my unhappiness.
Let me then take my destiny in my own
hands; he will then relent when he finds
the step irrevocable—lie will pardon my
disobedience when be finds it has ensured
my future peace of mind : any thing—any
thing —rather than this hated marriage !
And absorbed in such thoughts Marian sat
unheading of the flight of time until the
deep-toned clock struck the eleventh hour,
and throwing a cloakaround her to conceal
her figure, stoe softly out of a side door to
meet Iwar. fxpetd. IqvcT l . _
Marian Dale bad been the petted and the
polled plaything of the whole household cf
Dalesford from her parents down to the
grey-headed steward and gossiping nurse
who had watched her infancy. Her mothei
had indulged her to excess, and when she
lost that parent, her father, transferring to
her the affection which he had borne towards
the fine fair children, who now lay buried
within the family vault in the village church,
fancied he was contributing to her happi
ness by allowing her to follow the impulses
if her own inclination in all things. Her
character therefore became embued with
wilfulness to a degree totally unsuspected
by those who saw only the sunny tempered
and happy girl. Gifted with fine mental
powers, she had received an education su
perior to most of her sex, while her extreme
beauty and graceful manners served to dis
play to advantage her really noble qualities
of heart. Mr. Dale was like his ancestors,
a man of stern and inflexible purpose.
When he had once made a resolution noth
ing could shake it, arid under a severe coun
tenance and the most polished elegance of
address he concealed the most determined
obstinacy. He loved his daughter, he liked
his somewhat elderly nephew, valued
his estate and he was proud of his family
name. He fancied that he had fallen upon a
plan which would combine all the advantages
that he most valued, and perpetuate the
name while it repaired the fortunes of the
titled branch of his.family. It was certain
ly a well arranged scheme and would have
been a perfectly feasible one but for the ob
jections which arose from the mature age
of Sir Thomas and the prior attachment of
his daughter to another. Still Mr. Dale did
not dream of resistance. His will was law
and he did not suspect that Marian would
venture to cherish an affection which lie
had interdicted or to refuse her assent to a
marriage which lie had projected. But
Marian possessed too much of her father’s
spirit to become the passive instrument of
his despotism. The unlimited indulgence
which had been extended to her in all trif
ling matters had rendered her incapable of
implicit obedience in serious one’s. She
was so unused to control that it now seem
ed to her an undue exertion of parental
authority to which her proud spirit could
not submit. One week after the conversa
tion just narrated Marian was on her way
to America, the wife of Albert Wharncliffe.
Absorbed in dreams of a first and passion
ate love, and facinated by her husband’s
agreeable pictures of the new world which
was now to be their abode, Marian had lit
tle time to regret her deserted home. If
the image of that desolute mansion and its
bcart-striken master rose before her mental
vision, the voice of him for whose sake she
had sacrificed all, had power to chase these
painful fancies and awaken cheerful antici
pations of the future. For a brief interval
Marian was happy—perfectly happy not
withstanding her disobedience and her wil
fnlness. But such happiness—the dream
of a feverish excitement—lasts not long.
Immediately upon her arrival in NewYork
Marian addressed a letter to her father, not
doubting that the affection which had so
long been the measure of her days and
years would silence the dictates of anger in
his bosom. She wrote not as a supplicant,
but as a tender and affectionate child who
had been driven to ex’reraity by his cruel
determination. Her letter breathed the
deepest tenderness, but no remorse, no sup
plication for forgiveness. She acknowledg
ed her fault, hut spoke of it as rendered
necessary by circumstances, and instead of
throwing herself upon her father’s mercy
seemed to extent the’ offer of mutual obli
vion of injuries. Three months elapsed
ere an answer was received. It was a large
packet and Marian with tearful eyes greet
ed the bandwriting of her father; but what
were her feelings when she found only her
own letter enclosed in a blank envelope.
The letter had been opened ; her father
must have read it, yet it had not softened
his obdurate feelings, and Marian knew that
she was now an outcast from her father’s
heart and home. She wept such tears, as
she had never before shed : even her bus
bat d’s tenderness was powerless to soothe
her remorseful agony, and, for the first time,
she was made sensible of the magnitude ol
her sin by the extent of its punishment.
Albert Wharncliffe was one of those
good tempered, thoughtless beings who arc
known in societies as ‘goodhearted fellotvs’
and who are invariably attended by ill suc
cess in life. Without high mental gifts or
strong moral principles, without prudence
and sometimes without integrity, without
disinterestedness and real generosity, the j
‘good-hearted man’ is usually a reckless
prodigal whose plentiful flow of animal spi
rits is mistaken for genuine good temper,
whose profuseness is deemed true generosi
ty, and whose kindness to others is usually
the result of an acute and morbid sensitive
ness to his own comfort. Such are the men
on whom society bestows the unmeaning
epithets; such are the men whom misfor
tune pursues like a shadow—and such an
one was Albert Wharncliffe. His fine per
son and agreeable address made him a gen
eral favorite and he had that kind of good
taste in small matters which passes current
for talent with some people. He sketched
caricatures with great drollery, played
gracefully if not scientifically on the flute,
was extremely skilful in manufacturing
charades, quoted Romeo and Juliet to the
extreme delight of young ladies, and recited
love verses with marked emphasis, if not
discretion. He had the art (and it is no des
picable one, gqntle reader) of displaying all
his knowledge in the best possible light, and
ha vKSthns enabled to throw into tWo shade
many a wiser and better man. Asa skilful
disposition of goods in a shop window will
tempt many an unwary customer to the pur
chase of inferior articles of merchandise,
so the judicious arrangement of his small
wares enabled him to retail them at about
double their value.
Marian Dale met him when she? first
emerged from the seclusion in which she
had past her early years. He was the charn
of the somewhat limited circle of society to
which she was confined at Dalesford, and it
is not surprising that to the young and un
experienced girl, he should have seemed one
of the noblest of men. This favorable im
pression was increased by the suavity of
his manners and his devotion to herself:
and when this prepossession had grown into
a passion, her father’s determined rejection
of his suit had awakened all the latent wil
fulness of her nature. Probably had she
“continued to met t him in society her ma
ture mind would have judged more acurate
ly of his merits, and this early folly might
soon have faded like the rainbow-tinted
dreams which ebann the fancy of every
romantic girl in early life. But her father’s
prohibition of bis presence, and the restraint
in which she was kept during the period of
Whamcliffe’s sojourn in the neighborhood
aroused that kind of martyr-like pride which
we all feel when the shadow of persecutiot
falls upon our path. Marian loved her hus
band with all the fervor of her ardent na
ture, but she could not be blind to his er
rors. The familiar intercourse of wedded
life is hut little favorable to the delusions
of fancy. The really noble qualities of
character seem developed in greater perfec
tion when viewed by the light which glows
on the domestic hearth, but the minute de
fects also are apt to stand out in too bold
relief unless thrown into the shade by vir
tues or veiled by the hand of Love. The
vacillating temper and fickleness of purpose
which were Whamcliff’s most serious faults
could not escape the penetration of his wife.
She saw him wasting day after day in idle
projects, consumingtheir very limited means
in luxurious living, and deferring from week
to week the search after some regular em
ployment which alone could ensure them
future comforts. His sanguine temper had
led him to believe that his superior know
ledge of business would readily ensure him
employment in a mercantile community.
But to his great surprise he found that even
the head of the bankrupt firm of Whnrn
clifte, Higgand Cos. was not likely to obtain
employment by means of his own braggart
recommendations only. Winter came on
and he w<is still unengaged, while their
means were rapidly diminishing. It be
came necessary to reduce their expenses.
Their costly lodgings at the City Hotel
were changed for private apartments in a
hoarding-house, and, when, after the birth
of Mrs. Wharncliffe’s eldest child, they ven
tured to bok into the little fund, they found
it expedient to remove to still humbler lodg
ings in a cheaper part of the city.
Mr. Wharncliffe became moody and dis
contented and Marian saw with alarm that
he resorted to the wine-cup as a stimulus to
his sinking spirits. The pride of her na
ture was subdued by present suffering and
painful anticipations. The newly-awaken
ed feelings of maternal affection too had
softened her whole character, and she re
solved again to address her father. But
month after month passed away and no an
swer arrived to cheer the heart of the peni
tent daughter. At last as a resource from
the horrors of actual want, she determined
to turn to account the talents which had
once been only the adornment of her afflu
ence and station. She sought employment
as a daily governess, and some kindly-dis
posed persons, who had noticed her regu
lar attendance at church, her lady-like •man
ners, and her delicate beauty, readily came
forward to favor her views. She ob
tained • engagments with several families,
and by exact appropriation of her time
was enabled to devote her whole day to. her
pupils.
What a contrast was this to her former
life ! How often as she toiled through the
wet and dirty streets at early morning, or
sat with heated brow and flushed cheek
patiently instilling the rudiness of know
ledge into the mind of some dull little stu
dent, or dragged her weary limbs and still
more wearied brain to her humble home at
twilight, how often did the old mansion of
Dalesford rise before her troubled fancy !
She saw the cheerful sitting-room with the
bright fire glancing on the rich pictures
which graced the walls; she beheld once
more the massive old chair in which reclin
; ed her grey-haired father ; the cumbrous
table on which lay the newspaper it had
been her evening task to read for him—her
own low seat at the old man’s knee—every
thing which had been so familiar, so almost
unregarded when she was at home, but
which were so dear to her now, seemed to
come vividly before her. Yet Marian mur
mured not at her condition. She loved her
husband too well to embitter his life with
repinings, and though she felt that an effort
of resolution on his part might save her
from hardship and piivation, she uttered no
complaint. At length the sympathy which
was awakened in the minds of those who
had employed the wife, led to some interest
in the fate of the husband, and a clerkship,
with a very moderate salary, was offered to
Mr. Wharncliffe. But the emoluments of
this office were not sufficient to support the
family without the aid of Mrs. Wharncliffe’s
talents, and she therefore continued her
laborious avocation as a daily governess.
Thus passed five years, during which
.time two other children were born to share
their parent's poverty. Never untd she
looked upon her own children had Mrs.
W’ arnclifle realized the full extent of her
guilt towards her father. However dutiful
we” may be in mir childhood, and in later
life, to those who gave us birth, yet never
do we fully understand how much we owe
them —never do we feel the full weight of
the obligation to honor our parents, until we
clasp to our hearts the child of our own
bosom, the little being who in awaking
maternal affection lias redoubled filial love.
Again and again did Mrs. Wharncliffe ap
peal to her offended father, but her letters
were returned unopened and the remorse
which was eating into her very heart be-,
came more keen with every new repulse
which her penitence received, She was
destined however to drink still more deep
ly of the cup of bitterness. Her daily du
ties towards her young pupils compelled her
ter,entrust the care of her little ones to a
domestic, who proved totally unworthy of
the charge. The infant received a serious
injury from her carelessness, a painful dis
ease of the spine was the result, and for six
months Mrs. Wharncliffe was compelled to
witness the sufferings of her cherished babe.
The trial was rendered more severe by the
necessity which still existed for daily exer
tion on her part in order to secure the mere
comforts of life to her little family. She
could not sit hour after hour beside her dy
ing child, listening to his faintest cry, watch
ing his every look, smoothing with gentle
hand his uneasy pillow, and ministering the
thousand offices of affection which afford so
much solace in memory. Her monotonous
and weary tasks were still to be performed,
her pupils were still to be visited, and with
a heart almost bursting she turned from the
pale face of the little sufferer, often doubt
ing whether he would be still living to greet
her return at evening. At length the poor
child died, and as she bent to impress a last
kiss upon bis brow ere the little shrunken
form was hidden forever beneath the coffin
lid, she murmured in the words of the devot
ed missionary mother onja similar occasion :
“God grant the sacrifice may not be madein
vain !” She felt that the child had gone to
hear her offering of penitence to her offend
ed Maker whose commandment she had
broken when she turned from her father’s
heart and home.
From that time Mrs. Wharncliffe altered
rapidly. After the lapse of a few days,
spent in melancholy seclusion, she resumed
her duties, but her pupils who had learned
to love her tenderly, saw with pain the pal
lid cheek and sunken eye of their young pre
ceptor. A short cough often interrupted
her leading, and she was soon obliged to
relinguish the attempt to continue her les
sons in vocal music. “It was only a slight
cold,” she said, when she was advised to
practice the prudenco so necessary in our
changeful climate, and she slill persevered
through all seasons and even in the most
inclement weather to fulfil her daily en
gagements. But the short dry cough be
camo still more distressing, her breathing
was painful and labored, and she was oblig
ed to limither walks to short distances. By
degrees her strength failed : one after an
other of her pupils was given up, and at
length the pale face and fragile form of the
daily governess was no longer seen in her
daily walk. Confinement to the house was
speedily followed by a total prostration ot
strength, which stretched her upon the
couch of sickness from whence she was
never again to rise. Consumption had long
been making its insidious ravages upon her
frame and little now was left for the des
troyer to accomplish.
Mr. Whamcliffe had been strangely blind
to the gradual change in his wife's health.
Her patient endurance had rendered him
unsuspicious of the extent of her sufferings,
and it was not until the fiat had gone forth
and the voice of medical science had inter
preted the decree, that he was awakened to
a sense of the trial which awaited him.
Whamcliffe was fickle, and thoughtless, and
selfish, but he was not hardhearted. He
wept like an infant as he watched beside
his dying wife, and thought of the ruin
which his hand had wrought. His heart
now has told him that the indulgence of his
wayward passion had been productive of lit
tle happiness to him and certainly of great
misery to others. His conscience reproach
ed him with many an-act of thoughtless un
kindness, many a cold and careless word;
and the remembrance of her uncomplaining
patience and devoted tenderness was now
as a dagger to his bosom. But repentance
came too late, and the love which might
have saved was now destined to look with
‘ late remorse’ upon his victim !
Death hovered long beside the pillow of
the gentle sufferer ere his dart sped on its
fatal errand. There was little pain in her
disease towards the close of Her life; ex
cessive weakness and lassitude were its
principal symptoms, and she lay hour after
hour with closed eyes and quiet smile, as if
in sleep. But at such times her mind was
wandering to the scenes of her childhood.
Ihe beauties of the natural scenery at
DalesfotjjJ, the images which were connected
with her infancy, the old familiar faces of
her father’s household were pictured in
vivid colors before her failing sight. She
would murmur of the rill and the green
wood, of the summer flowers and the joyous
birds ; then she would fancy herself sitting
at her father’s knee while his handjsmootli
ed her flowing dresses ; sometimes she
would seem to be uttering some merry jest
with her old nurse, or bantering the formal
old steward who had loved her so well in
her childhood ; again melancholy fancies
would mingle w ith her dreams—the remem
brance of her dying mother and the mourn
ful array of the stately burial would seem
to be blended with more recent recollec
tions of her lost infant—then she would
weep piteously and beg the funeral train to
wait a little while, only a little while, and
bear her with them to aplaco of rest. There
were other periods however when her in
tellect was as clear and unclouded as if dis
ease had never touched her frame, and it
was then that her wishes were conveyed to
her sorrowing husband, and her latest ap
peal was made to her obdurate father, ere
the tyng suspended stroke at length fell, and
the purified.spirit of her who hod been
sanctified by sorrow was released from its
earthly tabernacle.
One evening, about six months after the
event just recorded, Mr. Dale was seated,
absorbed in thought, in the cheerful apart
ment which we have already described.
The light of .a Mowing re foil upon the
rich caipet, the velvet-cushioned chairs and
the luxurious decorations of the abode of
wealth, while the decanter of fine old port
and a half filled glass which stood upon the
table sparkled in the cheerful flame liko
melted rubies. Every thing spoke of afflu
ence and comfort, but the countenance of
him who seemed left to the lonely enjoy
ment of these applicances was moody and
melancholy. His locks were thinner and of
a more snowy whiteness, bis brow was
ploughed with deepened furrows, and the
lines of his handsome mouth were marked
with a firmer and more determined expres
sion, yet there was a degree of sadness in
his eye which seemed scarcely in keeping
with the stern cold fixedness of his fine fea
tures. The old man was evidently the prey
to some hidden sorrow, ‘end the frequent
sigh which alone broke the stillness of the
apartment told a tale of long suppressed
regret, It was at this time that a letter was
put into bis hands. He hesitated a moment
—it was unsealed! and the direction was in
a strange handwriting. A presentiment of
coming ill sent a shudder through his frame
as he enclosed the paper and read as fol
lows : ■ m
“ My Father, my dear father !—the voice
which now utters that sacred name will be
hushed for ever ere your eye rests upon
this written word; the heart that now pours
forth its gushing tenderness will have ceas- ’
ed to beat with life and love ete you can re
ceive this latest record of my oft rejected
penitence. Father, I have sinned against
heaven and in thy sight: I have broken the
command of promise: I have not honored
my father—therefore my days are not long
in the land : therefore in my youth am I cut
down as a cumbcrer of the ground. You
will forgivo me now, dear father; the bles
sed sounds of pardon cannot pierce the sod
which will lie more lightly upon my breast
than your curse had dope upon my heart.*
yet you will forgive me. I have fepente&
in bitterness of spirit, and now I go down
to my early grave mourning over my offence.
and with none to comfort me. Yeti have
one treasure to bequeath—a treasure which
poverty and want have made more precious
lame : my children ! will you pot be to
them iis a father I I ask not your wealth
for the heirs of my sorrow, but by the love ,
you bore to the mother wjbQ now awaits
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