WILLIE LEIGHTON'S RETURN FROM ENGLAND.
Soon after I became a resident in the dwelling of Mr. Leighton, they
received a letter from Willie, informing them that the estate of his
deceased relative could not be finally arranged in less time than a
year, perhaps longer; and he thought that instead of returning to
Philadelphia he would enter a College in England, and devote the
intervening time to study. His parents could not object, knowing it to
be for his interest, as he had not, when a boy taken very kindly to
study. A year passed away, and Willie did not return, but they received
frequent letters from him. Near the close of the second year he wrote,
informing them that he intended leaving England on the tenth of the
month following, as the matters pertaining to the property left him were
now satisfactorily arranged.
About this time Laura returned home from school, having finished her
term of study. Mrs. Leighton intended sending Georgania to the same
institution where Laura studied, but she was not to go till the coming
autumn. She wished, however, that I should remain with them till Birdie
and Lewis should be old enough to send from home. I had been very,
_very_ kindly treated in the home of Mrs. Leighton, and had become
strongly attached to my pupils, especially the two younger of them; and
I was glad of the opportunity of remaining near to my mother.
As the time drew near when they looked for the return of Willie, all the
family were busy with their preparations for giving him a joyous
welcome.
When I observed the eagerness with which they looked forward to his
return, I could not at times help feeling a pang of regret that I had
neither brother nor sister of my own. Had it not been for my surviving
parent, I should have felt entirely alone in the world. Not that I
envied the Leightons--far from it--but I could not help sometimes
contrasting my position in life with theirs. They being blessed with the
love of fond parents, brothers and sisters, along with the possession of
abundant wealth, and every comfort which tends to form a happy home;
while I was a poor, fatherless girl, obliged to labor for my own support
and that of my mother. I could not help thinking how different all might
have been had the life of my father been spared. I do not think that I
was usually of an unhappy disposition; on the contrary, I was inclined
to be hopeful and cheerful; but I believe with the best of us, the
happiness of others more favoured than ourselves will give rise to a
feeling of sadness.
The time soon arrived when, according to the letter they had received
from Willie, they might daily expect his arrival. None of the family
were able to settle their minds upon any employment, and it was with the
greatest difficulty that I could obtain the attention of my pupils
during the time appointed for their daily lessons, and, being aware of
the cause, I could hardly blame them. Their suspense was at length ended
by the arrival of Willie. Never shall I forget the joy which was
depicted upon the countenance of little Lewis when suddenly he burst
into my room, exclaiming,
"Oh! Miss Roscom, our dear, _dear_ brother Willie has come at last!
Don't you wish you had a brother Willie too?"
Had he known the pang which his childish remark occasioned me he
certainly would never have made it. With much difficulty I kept back my
tears and tried to appear as much pleased as the child evidently wished
me to be. I had been accustomed, since my residence in the family, to
spend my evening mostly with them in the parlor; but on that evening I
remained in my own room, feeling that I should be an intruder upon that
family reunion. I took up a book and endeavored to interest myself in
its pages. I could distinctly hear the joyous murmur of voices from
below, varied by bursts of laughter, not loud, but strikingly mirthful.
I soon heard light footsteps ascending the stairs; the next moment
Birdie rushed in, exclaiming,
"Mamma says she has been so much occupied that she had almost forgotten
you; but she says you must come down at once; you mustn't sit here alone
when we are all so happy."
I begged to be excused from going down, saying that they would probably
prefer being left to themselves on this evening of Willie's return.
"Oh!" said she, "Papa and mamma both expect you to go down."
Fearful of giving offence, and after making some slight alterations in
my dress, I accompanied Birdie down stairs and entered the parlor.
I believe most persons feel a kind of embarrassment when meeting for the
first time one of whom they have long heard much. I was sensible of this
feeling when I entered the parlor that evening.
Willie rose as I entered the room, and Mrs. Leighton, coming forward,
said,--
"Miss Roscom, allow me to introduce to you my son Willie."
I felt much relieved by this unceremonious introduction. For a time we
engaged in general conversation. The manner of Willie was so genial and
pleasant that I at once felt at ease in his society. I had often thought
that Birdie resembled no other member of the family, but that was before
I saw Willie. He had the same complexion, the same cast of countenance,
with the same smile, only in a more mature and masculine form.
After an hour spent in social conversation, he said some music would be
very welcome to him, it was so long since he had enjoyed that pleasure
in their own home. Laura immediately went to the piano, and sang two or
three songs which she knew to be favourites of his. Willie invited me to
play, but I begged him to excuse me for the time being, as he had three
sisters present, who all played more or less.
After his sisters had each in their turn favored him with some music, he
rose, and taking the vacant seat at the piano, asked if we would not
like to hear an English song. His sisters laughed heartily, thinking him
to be only in jest; but their amusement changed to wonder and admiration
when, after running his fingers lightly over the keys, he began playing
a soft and melodious prelude. It seemed that when a boy of fifteen, he
had as a sort of amusement learned the rudiments of music, but he had
not begun with any settled purpose of making progress in the study, and
had soon become tired of it. What then was their surprise to hear him
sing with much taste and skill, to a beautiful accompaniment, a song he
had learned in England.
He explained, that while in England, a class-mate of his, who was an
excellent musician, had given him lessons; and that after a time he had
become very fond of it, and had practised much during his leisure hours.
It was easy to see that Willie was almost idolized by all the family.
During the evening Mrs. Leighton could scarcely take her eyes from the
face of her son, and they all eagerly listened to his every word: and
any one who saw the noble-looking young man, could not wonder at their
affection for him. When he rose from the piano, Birdie and Lewis begged
for one more song, but Mrs. Leighton reminded them that it was late, and
that their brother must be fatigued. And soon after prayers, the happy
family separated for the night.