CHAPTER XXVII.

In this delightful society Philip’s time flew rapidly and happily; he

was fond of the chase and of shooting, and in the noble stud of

Beechwood, and over its broad manors and preserves, there were ample

resources for both pursuits, and the young men became intimate and

inseparable companions. Among themselves they often talked of Herbert as

of a departed brother, and Philip at length unreservedly opened his

heart to them on the subject which, except one of later growth, was

nearest to it.

Our hearts often take strong impressions from the veriest trifles;—how

much more when they are assisted or coloured by adventitious

circumstances! As Philip listened to the sweet voice he had heard

singing as he rode up to the rectory on the evening he first arrived

there, his sensibilities had been powerfully excited towards the

songstress, either because she might be the affianced, or the sister of

his friend.

He had been introduced to all the family in succession on that evening,

and he was at once struck with the beauty of one of the young ladies,

and her great likeness to his friend; she had the same large and

expressive blue eye, regular features, and brown hair, falling upon her

shoulders in luxuriant curling tresses; she was taller in proportion

than he was, but her figure was remarkable for its grace and beauty of

contour. He then hoped she might be the songstress; why, he could hardly

have told.

He heard her repeat the air to which he had first listened, for it was

often afterwards sung by the small but well-trained band, and

distinguished by the name of Captain Dalton’s favourite; night after

night did Philip sit listening with increasing delight to Ellen’s rich

voice as she sang either alone or in parts. Indeed she was a thorough

mistress of the art, in which she had from the first been well grounded;

and her execution evinced a pure taste, which, entering into the spirit

of the composer, sought rather to draw gratification from giving

expression to his thoughts, than to indulge in the poor vanity of

exhibiting her own powers. She was by no means insensible to the marked

pleasure which her singing gave to the young soldier; and from this

commencement, there gradually sprang up a warm and increasing

attachment, which her parents observed with sincere pleasure.

Philip found, on a further knowledge of her character, that she

possessed many tastes and feelings in common with his own; and he

observed with delight her extensive charity, her visits with Amy to the

sick and poor of the neighbourhood, and their close and affectionate

friendship. Somehow or other, he oftener spoke to her than to the rest,

and she listened (so he thought) with more interest than the others to

his tales of foreign climes and hard service; he oftener found something

to do for her, oftener walked with her, or escorted her and Amy upon

their charitable visits. A thousand kindnesses passed between them,

which in others would have been forgotten, but with them were treasured

up, and remembered vividly when they were separated.

We do not intend to be the chroniclers of this tale of mutual

attachment, which steadily increased, and—as there was no opposition

from her parents, but on the contrary the utmost desire that it should

progress steadily and uninterruptedly—was in the end successful. Philip

waited, however, until he had known her for nearly a year; and when he

felt sure that his offer would be accepted, he made it, and was

rewarded. The gentle and lovely girl had long been his, and she now gave

herself up to the ardent feelings of her loving heart.

They were married: early in the spring of the year succeeding the one in

which Philip had arrived, the joyous bridal took place—on one of those

bright and sunny days when hardly a cloud dims the serenity of the sky,

when the buds are just bursting into life, and nature, having rested

through the winter, is about to resume her robe of luxuriant foliage,

ere she rejoices in the genial sun and the warm winds of summer.

Amy consented, with much fear and many doubts of her ability, to go

through her simple duties as one of the bride’s-maids; and she appeared

that day in more than her usual beauty, having thrown off her garb of

mourning. Ellen’s sisters, and Philip’s only one, were the others; and

as the joyous procession wound down the broad aisle of the old church,

and the light streaming through the painted windows rested upon the

group collected around the altar, assuredly on a gayer bridal party, or

one whose hearts were more linked together by affection, the bright and

glowing sun never shone. Nevertheless, there were a few among them on

whom the hand of sorrow had lain heavily, and who, if they did not join

in the exuberant joy of the rest, were as sincere and as fervent in

their prayers and wishes for the happiness of those who plighted their

vows in their presence.

Some months—nearly a year—passed, and, what Philip had wished so much,

the purchase of a majority in a regiment then in India, was at last

within his attainment; for he had not concealed from Mr. Compton nor

from his wife, that he still looked to that land for distinction and

advancement in his profession, and also for the chance of sooner or

later discovering a clue to the fate of him whom all still mourned. The

handsome portion which he had received with Ellen had enabled him to

meet the outlay for this advancement with perfect convenience, and in a

short time he was gazetted as Major in the —th, then serving in the

Madras Presidency; and being anxious to join his regiment, he prepared

without delay.

This was, however, productive of another incident in the family circle

of Beechwood. In the mind of the youngest of Amy’s brothers, Philip’s

wild tales of adventure—of battles, of marches, of the gorgeous country,

and its curious and interesting inhabitants—of their ceremonies and

their various faiths—of tiger and wild-boar hunts—had excited a restless

curiosity to behold them, and to become an actor in the stirring scenes

which were every day taking place. But when Philip spoke of Herbert, and

of his own hope that he would be eventually recovered, Charles Hayward’s

enthusiasm was warmed by his affection, and his waking thoughts and

dreams were alike incessantly occupied with speculations upon the

subject, which unfitted him for study, and rendered him restless and

uneasy. Long before Philip had declared his intention of returning to

India, Charles had determined upon requesting his father’s permission to

enter the army in a regiment serving as near the scene of Herbert’s

disappearance as possible.

Charles, too, loved his sister with an intensity which would have urged

him to make any sacrifice for her sake, and it was anguish to him to see

her bowed down by mental suffering, and clinging with fond tenacity to

the memory of the dead, when his own exertions, guided by the experience

of their friend Dalton, might, under the aid of Providence, be

instrumental in restoring her to her usual health and joyous spirits. It

was true she had expressed no thought or hope of Herbert’s existence to

any of them; and the youth, as he roamed with her through the park, or

sat with her in her own little study, where she was surrounded by

precious memorials of Herbert, often longed to tell her of Philip’s

suspicions, and his own wild yearnings towards that distant land.

Had he done so, there is little doubt that she would have disclosed to

him, sooner than she did, the hope she secretly cherished, that Herbert

still existed and would return. No sooner had Philip openly declared his

intention of revisiting India, than Charles’ determination was formed to

break the matter at once to his father, and to proceed with Philip,

should no opposition be made—some objections he certainly anticipated,

but he thought he could overcome them. Before he broached the subject to

his parents, he held a long and anxious conversation with Philip, and

was delighted to find that he not only coincided in his views, but was

prepared to aid them by his interest in the purchase of an ensigncy in

the regiment to which he now belonged, in which there was a vacant

commission.

His proposal, as he had anticipated, was met by many objections and much

distress on the part of his parents and sister. Loving him tenderly as

she did, Amy could not bear the thought which at first obtruded upon

her, that India would be his grave, as it had been that of Herbert. But

the young man was resolute; and, after exhausting all his arguments, he

called Philip Dalton to his aid, who not only promised to be a guardian

to him, but declared he would let slip no opportunity of bettering his

station and prospects in his profession. All opposition, therefore,

ceased gradually, partly because Charles appeared to relish the

prospects of a military life more than any other, and partly because

there appeared a likelihood of rapid advancement in the regiment while

it remained on its eastern service.

The day at last arrived when he was to leave home for his long absence;

to all it was a source of bitter grief, but the most so to his mother

and to Amy; and ere the hour came when he was to depart from them, Amy

led him away from the house, and, wandering together, they talked over

the future—to him bright with promise—a contrast, and a sad one to hers,

which was so overcast. They wandered on through the parks, and by the

stream, where years before she had roamed with Herbert. Charles knew

that she must be thinking of him whose fate was wrapt in mystery, and he

longed to know and to share all her thoughts and feelings on the

subject. Gradually he led her to speak of Herbert; and as their

conversation warmed, the devoted girl could no longer refrain from

unburdening her heart, and confessing the hopes which only her God, to

whom she addressed them night and morning in fervent prayer, knew to

exist.

Still, however, Charles was sorely perplexed, and his judgment and

affection were at variance; but the latter prevailed under her artless

confidence, and he told her in hesitation and fear of Philip Dalton’s

hopes of the chances of Herbert’s life, spoke to her of the folly of

cherishing hope only because they had not heard he was dead, but

nevertheless declared how this had preyed on his mind till it almost

amounted to an earnest of success.

She listened with breathless interest to his narrative—it was too much

in accordance with her own thoughts to be slighted. She did not blame

her brother that he had kept it from her, and she could not have borne

it from Dalton: now she believed all—not rashly, however—for her mind

was strong and tempered by affliction; but there was more room for hope

than ever, and she felt as though the hand of Providence was discernible

in the matter, guiding her brother onward in the track of her lost

Herbert. Now that their most secret thoughts were in common, she felt

that she could part with Charles more easily; and he left her at last in

their little summer-house, where she loved to sit, and where they had

been conversing—afflicted, yet with hope in her heart.

His mother bade him farewell, with many tears and many prayers for his

safety; and, accompanied by his father and his elder brother, Charles

was rapidly whirled away from his home, to enter upon the life of danger

and adventure he had chosen for himself. In another week, he, with

Philip Dalton and his wife, had left their native shores for a long and

perhaps perilous absence.

Six months had now passed at Seringapatam, during much of which time

Kasim Ali had been absent on the various duties connected with his new

situation. He had risen in rank, and from the steadiness of his conduct,

the Khan would have been glad to have kept Kasim always with him; but

this was impossible, for the Sultaun’s eye was upon him, although,

remembering the scene in the Durbar, he had wished to see little of one

who had behaved so boldly before him, yet whom he respected from the

lucky appearances he believed Kasim to possess, and which he had given

himself credit for having discovered. He would often say to his

favourite, Syud Sahib, that he was sure Kasim Ali, notwithstanding he

was in disgrace, would be of service to him in the end, and that it was

better he should be checked at first, and thus inspired with a thirst

for distinguishing himself, than spoiled by too early notice or

promotion.

But he had nevertheless given a strong proof of his reliance on the

young man’s ability and courage. Hardly a month had passed after his

disgrace, and Kasim was fast sinking into a state of apathy at his dim

prospects, which at first were so brilliant, when the Sultaun entrusted

him with a mission requiring much delicacy and tact in its execution. It

will be remembered that the Khan had stated in the Durbar, that he had

heard of an embassy to Seringapatam being meditated at the Nizam’s

court; and this Tippoo so earnestly desired, that his restless mind was

in a constant state of irritation upon the subject. Could he only detach

the Nizam from the alliance of the hated English—could the Afghan

monarch only see the two great Mahomedan powers of the south united in a

close alliance—his would pour his hardy followers upon their northern

possessions—there might be a second battle of Paniput! And, with such a

result, what was to prevent the northern army joining with the

Nizam’s—with his own—and, falling in one overwhelming mass upon the

English possessions,—their driving the hated race into the sea for ever?

A month passed, and still no embassy arrived, nor was there any

intelligence of one; to gain news therefore of the Nizam’s court, he

dispatched Kasim, attended only by a horseman or two, to travel by rapid

marches to Hyderabad, and to discover, as far as lay in his power, the

sentiments of the Court and the feeling of the people.

Kasim was gratified beyond expression by the selection of him above

others of known sagacity for such a mission, and he determined to spare

neither exertion nor zeal in his master’s cause, in order to regain his

favour. By the most rapid marches he traversed the nearest road to

Bellary—that to the westward of Nundidroog; and resting only a night at

his own humble but not less dear home, where he found his mother well

and his affairs continuing prosperous, he pushed on to Hyderabad; where,

as soon as he arrived, he set himself to work to gain information.

For nearly three months did he wait there, expecting with anxiety the

determination of the vacillating prince. At one time he heard that an

embassy would soon set off, and that a nobleman was appointed

ambassador; this was again contradicted, and it was rumoured that the

Nizam had entered into a fresh league with the English. But in the end

there was no doubt that an embassy would be sent to try the temper of

the Mysore chief; and Kasim, hearing from undoubted authority the name

of the gentleman who had been nominated, Ali Reza, waited on him,

disclosed the subject of his mission, and having given such an account

as he was able of the Sultaun’s anxiety, received in return the purport

of the proposed embassy, which was in effect what Tippoo looked for.

Having obtained this, and being assured by Ali Reza that they should

meet again in a short time, Kasim left Hyderabad, and, with the same

expedition, returned to Seringapatam. Again, on his way, he stayed with

his mother; again he visited the spot, which continued dear to him from

the memorable night’s adventure,—the trees were growing up, and the tomb

of the poor soldier was neatly kept. He had to answer a thousand

questions to his mother respecting their journey and Ameena, of whom

Kasim could now tell her nothing, except that the Khan, whenever he

inquired after her health, said she was well and happy.

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