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HOME INFLUENCE:

A Tale

FOR MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS

BY GRACE AGUILAR.

NEW EDITION.

NEW YORK:

HARPER & BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS,

NOS. 329 AND 331 PEARL STREET,

(FRANKLIN SQUARE.)

1856.

TO MRS. HERBERT TOWNSHEND BOWEN.

MY DEAR FRIEND,

Independent of the personal feelings which urged the dedication of this

unpretending volume to you, I know few to whom a story illustrative of a

mother's solemn responsibilities, intense anxiety to fulfill them, and

deep sense of the Influence of Home could, with more justice, be

tendered. Simple as is the actual narrative, the sentiments it seeks to

illustrate, are so associated with you--have been so strengthened from

the happy hours of unrestrained intercourse I have enjoyed with

you--that, though I ought, perhaps, to have waited until I could have

offered a work of far superior merit to a mind like yours, I felt as if

no story of mine could more completely belong to you. Will you, then,

pardon the _unintentional_ errors which I fear you, as an earnest

Protestant, _may_ discern, and accept this little work as a slight

tribute of the warm affection and sincere esteem with which you have

been so long regarded by

Your truly attached Friend,

GRACE AGUILAR.

PREFACE.

The following story will, the author trusts, sufficiently illustrate its

title to require but few words in the way of preface. She is only

anxious to impress two facts on the minds of her readers. The one--that

having been brought before the public principally as the author of

Jewish works, and as an explainer of the Hebrew Faith, some Christian

mothers might fear that the present Work has the same tendency, and

hesitate to place it in the hands of their children. She, therefore,

begs to assure them, that as a simple domestic story, the characters in

which are all Christians, believing in and practicing that religion, all

_doctrinal_ points have been most carefully avoided, the author seeking

only to illustrate the spirit of true piety, and the virtues always

designated as the Christian virtues thence proceeding. Her sole aim,

with regard to Religion, has been to incite a train of serious and

loving thought toward God and man, especially toward those with whom He

has linked us in the precious ties of parent and child, brother and

sister, master and pupil.

The second point she is desirous to bring forward is her belief, that

in childhood and youth the _spoken_ sentiment is one of the safest

guides to individual character; and that if, therefore, she have written

more conversation than may appear absolutely necessary for the

elucidation of "Home Influence," or the interest of the narrative, it is

from no wish to be diffuse, but merely to illustrate her own belief.

SENTIMENT is the vehicle of THOUGHT, and THOUGHT the origin of ACTION.

Children and youth have very seldom the power to evince character by

action, and scarcely if ever understand the mystery of thought; and

therefore their unrestrained conversation may often greatly aid parents

and teachers in acquiring a correct idea of their natural disposition,

and in giving hints for the mode of education each may demand.

Leaving the beaten track of works written for the young, the author's

aim has been to assist in the education of the HEART, believing that of

infinitely greater importance than the mere instruction of the MIND, for

the bright awakening of the latter, depends far more on the happy

influences of the former than is generally supposed.

The _moral_ of the following story the author acknowledges is addressed

to mothers only, for on them so much of the responsibility of Home

Influence devolves. On them, more than on any other, depends the

well-doing and happiness, or the error and grief, not of childhood

alone, but of the far more dangerous period of youth. A Preface is not

the place to enter on their mission. The author's only wish is to _aid_

by the thoughts, which in some young mothers, anxious and eager to

perform their office, her story _may_ excite. To daughters also, she

hopes it may not be found entirely useless, for on them rests so much of

the happiness of home, in the simple thought of, and attention to those

little things which so bless and invigorate domestic life. Opportunities

to evince the more striking virtues woman may never have, but for the

cultivation and performance of the lesser, they are called upon each

day.

CLAPTON, _January, 1847_.

MEMOIR OF GRACE AGUILAR.

Grace Aguilar was born at Hackney, June 2d, 1816. She was the eldest

child and only daughter of Emanuel Aguilar, one of those merchants

descended from the Jews of Spain, who, almost within the memory of man,

fled from persecution in that country, and sought and found an asylum in

England.

The delicate frame and feeble health observable in Grace Aguilar

throughout her life displayed itself from infancy; from the age of three

years, she was almost constantly under the care of some physician, and,

by their advice, annually spending the summer months by the sea, in the

hope of rousing and strengthening a naturally fragile constitution. This

want of physical energy was, however, in direct contrast to her mental

powers, which developed early and readily. She learned to read with

scarcely any trouble, and, when once that knowledge was gained, her

answer, when asked what she would like for a present, was, invariably,

"A book," which was read, re-read, and preserved with a care remarkable

in so young a child. With the exception of eighteen months passed at

school, her mother was her sole instructress, and both parents took

equal delight in directing her studies and facilitating her personal

inspection of all that was curious and interesting in the various

counties of England to which they resorted for her health.

From the early age of seven she commenced keeping a journal, which was

continued with scarce any intermission throughout her life. In 1825 she

visited Oxford, Cheltenham, Gloucester, Worcester, Ross, and Bath, and

though at that time but nine years old, her father took her to

Gloucester and Worcester cathedrals, and also to see a porcelain and pin

manufactory, &c., the attention and interest she displayed on these

occasions affording convincing proof that her mind was alive to

appreciate and enjoy what was thus presented to her observation. Before

she had completed her twelfth year, she ventured to try her powers in

composition, and wrote a little drama, called Gustavus Vasa, never

published, and only here recorded as being the first germ of what was

afterward to become the ruling passion.

In September, 1828, the family went to reside in Devonshire for the

health of Mr. Aguilar, and there a strong admiration for the beauties

and wonders of nature manifested itself: she constantly collected

shells, stones, sea-weed, mosses, &c., in her daily rambles; and, not

satisfied with admiring their beauty, sedulously procured whatever

little catechisms or other books on those subjects she could purchase or

borrow, eagerly endeavoring, by their study, to increase her knowledge

of their nature and properties.

When she had attained the age of fourteen, her father commenced a

regular course of instruction for his child, by reading aloud while she

was employed in drawing, needle-work, &c. History was selected, that

being the study which now most interested her, and the first work chosen

was Josephus.

It was while spending a short time at Tavistock, in 1830, that the

beauty of the surrounding scenery led her to express her thoughts in

verse. Several small pieces soon followed her first essay, and she

became extremely fond of this new exercise and enjoyment of her opening

powers, yet her mind was so well regulated that she never permitted

herself to indulge in original composition until her duties and her

studies were all performed.

Grace Aguilar was extremely fond of music; she had learned the piano

from infancy, and in 1831 commenced the harp. She sang pleasingly,

preferring English songs, and invariably selecting them for the beauty

or sentiment of the words; she was also passionately fond of dancing,

and her cheerful, lively manners in the society of her young friends

would scarcely have led any to imagine how deeply she felt and pondered

upon the serious and solemn subjects which afterward formed the labor of

her life. She seemed to enjoy all, to enter into all, but a keen

observer would detect the hold that sacred and holy principle ever

exercised over her lightest act and gayest hour. A sense of duty was

apparent in the merest trifle, and her following out of the divine

command of obedience to parents was only equaled by the unbounded

affection she felt for them. A wish was once expressed by her mother

that she should not waltz, and no solicitation could afterward tempt

her. Her mother also required her to read sermons, and study religion

and the Bible regularly; this was readily submitted to, first as a task,

but afterward with much delight; for evidence of which we can not do

better than quote her own words, in one of her religious works:

"This formed into a habit, and persevered in for a life, would in time,

and without labor or weariness, give the comfort and the knowledge that

we seek; each year it would become lighter and more blessed; each year

we should discover something we knew not before, and, in the valley of

the shadow of death, feel to our heart's core that the Lord our God is

Truth."--_Women of Israel_, vol. ii., p. 43.

Nor did Grace Aguilar only study religion for her own personal

observance and profit. She embraced its _principles_ (the principles of

all creeds) in a widely-extended and truly liberal sense. She carried

her practice of its holy and benevolent precepts into every minutiae of

her daily life, doing all the good her limited means would allow,

finding time in the midst of her own studies, and most varied and

continual occupations, to work for and instruct her poor neighbors in

the country, and, while steadily venerating and adhering to her own

faith, neither inquiring nor heeding the religious opinions of the needy

whom she succored or consoled. To be permitted to help and comfort she

considered a privilege and a pleasure; she left the rest to God; and

thus, bestowing and receiving blessings and smiles from all who had the

opportunity of knowing her, her young life flowed on in an almost

uninterrupted stream of enjoyment, until she had completed her

nineteenth year.

Alas! the scene was soon to change, and trials awaited that spirit

which, in the midst of sunshine, had so beautifully striven to prepare

itself a shelter from the storm. The two brothers of Miss Aguilar, whom

she tenderly loved, left the paternal roof to be placed far from their

family at school. Her mother's health necessitated a painful and

dangerous operation; and from that time, for several years, alternate

hopes and fears, through long and dreary watchings beside the sick-bed

of that beloved mother, became the portion of her gifted child. But even

this depressing and arduous change in the duties of her existence did

not suspend her literary pursuits and labors. She profited by all the

intervals she could command, and wrote the tale of the "Martyr," the

"Spirit of Judaism," and "Israel Defended;" the latter translated from

the French at the earnest request of a friend, and printed only for

private circulation. The "Magic Wreath," a little poetical work, and the

first our authoress ever published, dedicated to the Right Honorable the

Countess of Munster, also appeared about this time.

In the spring of 1835, Grace Aguilar was attacked with measles, and

never afterward recovered her previous state of health, suffering at

intervals with such exhausting feelings of weakness as to become,

without any visible disease, really alarming.

The medical attendants recommended entire rest of mind and body; she

visited the sea, and seemed a little revived, but anxieties were

gathering around her horizon, to which it became evidently impossible

her ardent and active mind could remain passive or indifferent, and

which recalled every feeling, every energy of her impressible nature

into action. Her elder brother, who had long chosen music as his

profession, was sent to Germany to pursue his studies; the younger

determined upon entering the sea-service. The excitement of these

changes, and the parting with both, was highly injurious to their

affectionate sister; and her delight, a few months after, at welcoming

the sailor boy returned from his first voyage, with all his tales of

danger and adventure, and his keen enjoyment of the path of life he had

chosen, together with her struggles to do her utmost to share his walks

and companionship, contributed yet more to impair her inadequate

strength.

The second parting was scarcely over ere her father, who had long shown

symptoms of failing health, became the victim of consumption. He

breathed his last in her arms; and the daughter, while sorrowing over

all she had lost, roused herself once more to the utmost, feeling that

she was the sole comforter beside her remaining parent. Soon after, when

her brother again returned finding the death of his father he resolved

not to make his third voyage as a midshipman, but endeavor to procure

some employment sufficiently lucrative to prevent his remaining a burden

upon his widowed mother. Long and anxiously did he pursue this object,

his sister, whose acquaintance with literary and talented persons had

greatly increased, using all her energy and influence in his behalf, and

concentrating all the enthusiastic feelings of her nature in inspiring

him with patience, comfort, and hope, as often as they failed him under

his repeated disappointments. At length his application was taken up by

a powerful friend, for her sake; she had the happiness of succeeding,

and saw him depart at the very summit of his wishes. Repose, which had

been so long necessary, seemed now at hand; but her nerves had been too

long and too repeatedly overstrung, and when this task was done the worn

and weary spirit could sustain no more, and sank under the labor that

had been imposed upon it.

Severe illness followed; and though it yielded, after a time, to

skillful remedies and tender care, her excessive languor and severe

headaches continued to give her family and friends great uneasiness.

During all these demands upon her time, her thoughts, and her health,

however, the ruling passion neither slumbered nor slept. She completed

the Jewish Faith, and also prepared Home Influence for the press, though

very unfit to have taxed her powers so far. Her medical attendant became

urgent for total change of air and scene, and again strongly interdicted

_all_ mental exertion; a trip to Frankfort, to visit her elder brother,

was therefore decided on. In June, 1847, she set out, and bore the

journey without suffering nearly so much as might have been expected.

Her hopes were high, her spirits raised; the novelty and interest of her

first travels on the Continent gave her, for a very transient period, a

gleam, as it were, of strength. For a week or two she appeared to rally;

then, again, every exertion became too much for her, every stimulating

remedy seemed to exhaust her. She was ordered from Frankfort to try the

baths and mineral waters of Schwalbach, but without success. After a

stay of six weeks, and persevering with exemplary patience in the

treatment prescribed, she was one night seized with alarming convulsive

spasms, so terrible that her family removed her the next morning with

all speed back to Frankfort, to the house of a family of most kind

friends, where every attention and care was lavishly bestowed.

In vain. She took to her bed the very day of her arrival, and never rose

from it again; she became daily weaker, and in three weeks from that

time her sufferings ceased forever. She was perfectly conscious to

within less than two hours before her death, and took an affectionate

leave of her mother and brother. Speech had been a matter of difficulty

for some time previous, her throat being greatly affected by her malady;

but she had, in consequence, learned to use her fingers in the manner of

the deaf and dumb, and almost the last time they moved it was to spell

upon them, feebly, "Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him."

She was buried in the cemetery of Frankfort, one side of which is set

apart for the people of her faith. The stone which marks the spot bears

upon it a butterfly and five stars, emblematic of the soul in heaven,

and beneath appears the inscription,

"Give her of the fruit of her hands, and let her own works

praise her in the gates."--Prov., ch. xxxi., v. 31.

And thus, 16th of September, 1847, at the early age of thirty-one, Grace

Aguilar was laid to rest; the bowl was broken, the silver cord was

loosed. Her life was short, and checkered with pain and anxiety, but she

strove hard to make it useful and valuable, by employing diligently and

faithfully the talents with which she had been endowed. Nor did the

serious view with which she ever regarded earthly existence induce her

to neglect or despise any occasion of enjoyment, advantage, or sociality

which presented itself. Her heart was ever open to receive, her hand to

give.

Inasmuch as she succeeded to the satisfaction of her fellow-beings, let

them be grateful; inasmuch as she failed, let those who perceive it deny

her not the meed of praise for her endeavor to open the path she

believed would lead mankind to practical virtue and happiness, and

strive to carry out the pure philanthropic principles by which she was

actuated, and which she so earnestly endeavored to diffuse.

_October, 1849._

CONTENTS.

PART I.

THE SISTERS.

I.--A Launch--A Promise--A new Relation

II.--Glimpses into a Child's Heart--A Death-bed

III.--Retrospection--The Lowly sought--The Haughty foiled

IV.--Retrospective--Effects of Coquetry--Obedience and Disobedience

V.--A Heart and Home in England--A Heart and Home in India

VI.--Domestic Discord, and its End

PART II.

TRAITS OF CHARACTER.

I.--Youthful Colloquy--Introducing Character

II.--Three English Homes, and their Inmates

III.--Home Scene--Visitors--Childish Meditations

IV.--Varieties

V.--A Young Gentleman in a Passion--A Walk--A Scene of Distress

VI.--Cecil Grahame's Philosophy--An Error, and its Consequences--A

Mystery and a Confidence

VII.--Mr. Morton's Story--A Confession--A young Pleader--Generosity not

always Justice

VIII.--An unpleasant Proposal--The Mystery Solved--A Father's Grief from

a Mother's Weakness--A Father's Joy from a Mother's Influence

IX.--Temptation and Disobedience--Fear--Falsehood and Punishment

X.--Pain and Penitence--Truth Impressed, and Reconciliation--The

Family-tree

XI.--The Children's Ball

XII.--Effects of Pleasure--The young Midshipman--Ill-temper, Origin and

Consequences

XIII.--Suspicion--A Parting, a double Grief--Innocence proved--Wrong

done and Evil confirmed by Doubt

PART III.

SIN AND SUFFERING.

I.--Advance and Retrospect

II.--A Letter, and its Consequences

III.--A Summons and a Loss

IV.--The broken Desk

V.--The Culprit and the Judge

VI.--The Sentence, and its Execution

VII.--The Light glimmers

VIII.--The Struggle

IX.--Illness and Remorse

X.--Mistaken Impressions eradicated

XI.--The Loss of the Siren

XII.--Forebodings

XIII.--Forgiveness

XIV.--The Rich and the Poor

XV.--A Home Scene, and a Parting

XVI.--The Birthday Gift

HOME INFLUENCE.

PART I.

THE SISTERS.

CHAPTER I.

A LAUNCH.--A PROMISE.--A NEW RELATION.

In a very beautiful part of Wales, between the northern boundaries of

Glamorgan and the southeastern of Carmarthenshire, there stood, some

twenty or thirty years ago, a small straggling village. Its locality was

so completely concealed that the appearance of a gentleman's carriage,

or, in fact, any vehicle superior to a light spring-cart, was of such

extremely rare occurence as to be dated, in the annals of Llangwillan,

as a remarkable event, providing the simple villagers with amusing

wonderment for weeks.

The village was scattered over the side of a steep and rugged hill; and

on the east, emerging from a thick hedge of yews and larches, peeped

forth the picturesque old church, whose tin-coated spire, glittering in

the faintest sunshine, removed all appearance of gloom from the thick

trees, and seemed to whisper, whatever darkness lingered round, light

was always shining there. The churchyard, which the yews and larches

screened, was a complete natural garden, from the lowly cottage flowers,

planted by loving hands over many a grassy grave, and so hallowed that

not a child would pluck them, however tempted by their luxuriance and

beauty. A pretty cottage, whose white walls were covered with jasmine,

roses, and honeysuckle, marked the humble residence of the village

minister, who though in worldly rank only a poor curate, from his

spiritual gifts deserved a much higher grade.

A gurgling stream ran leaping and sparkling over the craggy hill till it

formed a deep, wide bed for itself along the road leading to the nearest

town, embanked on one side by a tall leafy hedge, and on the other by

rich grass and meadow flowers. By the side of this stream groups of

village children were continually found, sometimes reaching for some

particular flower or insect, or floating pieces of wood with a twig

stuck upright within them as tiny fleets; but this amusement had given

place the last ten days to the greater excitement of watching the

progress of a miniature frigate, the workmanship of a young lad who had

only very lately become an inmate of the village. All had been at length

completed, sails, ropes, and masts, with a degree of neatness and

beauty, showing not only ingenuity but observation; and one lovely

summer evening the ceremony of launching took place. For a few minutes

she tottered and reeled amid the tiny breakers, then suddenly regained

her equilibrium and dashed gallantly along. A loud shout burst from the

group, from all save the owner, a beautiful boy of some twelve years,

who contented himself with raising his slight figure to its full height,

and looking proudly and triumphantly round him. One glance would suffice

to satisfy that his rank in life was far superior to that of his

companions, and that he condescended from circumstances, not from

choice, to mingle with them. So absorbed was the general attention that

the very unusual sound of carriage-wheels was unremarked until close

beside them, and then so astounding was the sight of a private carriage

and the coachman's very simple question if that road led to the village,

that all hung back confused. The owner of the little vessel, however,

answered proudly and briefly in the affirmative. "And can you direct me,

my good boy," inquired a lady, looking from the window, and smiling

kindly at the abashed group "to the residence of Mrs. Fortescue, it is

out of the village, is it not?"

"Mrs. Fortescue!" repeated the boy eagerly and gladly, and his cap was

off his head in a moment, and the bright sunshine streamed on a face of

such remarkable beauty, and withal so familiar, that though the lady

bent eagerly forward to address him, emotion so choked her voice that

the lad was enabled to reply to her inquiry, and direct the coachman to

the only inn of the village, and they had driven off before words

returned.

The boy looked eagerly after them, then desiring one of his companions

to meet the lady at the inn, and guide her to the cottage, caught up his

little vessel, and darted off across some fields which led by a shorter

cut to the same place.

It was a very humble dwelling, so surrounded by hills that their shadow

always seemed to overhang it: yet within, the happy temper of a poor

widow and her daughter kept up a perpetual sunshine. Three weeks

previous to the evening we have mentioned, a lady and two children had

arrived at Llangwillan, unable to proceed farther from the severe

indisposition of the former. They were unattended, and the driver only

knew that their destination was Swansea; he believed they had been

shipwrecked off Pembroke, and that the poor lady was very ill when she

commenced her journey, but the curious inquiries of the villagers could

elicit nothing more. Mr. Myrvin, with characteristic benevolence,

devoted himself to insuring, as far as he could, the comfort of the

invalid; had her removed from the inn to Widow Morgan's cottage,

confident that there she would at least be nursed with tenderness and

care, and so near him as to permit his constant watchfulness. But a very

few days too sadly convinced him, not only that her disease was mortal,

but that his presence and gentle accents irritated instead of soothed.

Ill-temper and self-will seemed to increase with the weakness, which

every day rendered her longing to continue her journey more and more

futile. It was some days before she could even be persuaded to write to

the relative she was about to seek, so determined was she that she would

get well; and when the letter was forwarded, and long before an answer

could have been received (for twenty years ago there were no railroads

to carry on epistolary communication as now), fretfulness and

despondency increased physical suffering, by the determined conviction

that she was abandoned, her children would be left uncared for. In vain

Mr. Myrvin assured her of the impossibility yet to receive a reply, that

the direction might not even have been distinct enough, for her memory

had failed her in dictating it; she knew she was deserted, she might

have deserved it, but her Edward was innocent, and it was very hard on

him. As self-will subsided in physical exhaustion, misery increased. A

restless torturing remembrance seemed to have taken possession of her,

which all the efforts of the earnest clergyman were utterly ineffectual

to remove. She would not listen to the peace he proffered, and so

painfully did his gentle eloquence appear to irritate instead of calm,

that he desisted, earnestly praying, that her sister might answer the

letter in person, and by removing anxiety prepare the mind for better

thoughts.

One object alone had power to bring something like a smile to that

altered but still most beautiful countenance, conquer even irritation,

and still create intervals of pleasure--it was her son, the same

beautiful boy we have already noticed, and whose likeness to herself was

so extraordinary that it would have been almost too feminine a beauty,

had it not been for the sparkling animated expression of every feature,

and the manly self-possession which characterized his every movement.

That he should be his mother's idol was not very surprising, for the

indiscreet and lavish indulgence which had been his from birth, had not

yet had power to shake his doating fondness for his mother, or interfere

with her happiness by the visible display of the faults which her

weakness had engendered. Caressingly affectionate, open-hearted,

generous, and ever making her his first object, perhaps even a more

penetrating mother would have seen nothing to dread but all to love. His

uncontrolled passion at the slightest cross, his haughty pride and

indomitable will toward all save her, but increased her affection. And

when he was with her, which he was very often, considering that a sick

close room would have been utterly repugnant to him had it not contained

his mother, Mrs. Fortescue was actually happy. But it was a happiness

only increasing her intensity of suffering when her son was absent. Hide

it from herself as she might, the truth would press upon her that she

was dying, and her darling must be left to the care of relations indeed,

but utter strangers to him, and unlikely to treat him as she had done.

She knew that he had, what strict disciplinarians, as she chose to

regard her sister and her husband, would term and treat as serious

faults, while she felt them actually virtues; and agony for him in the

dread of what he might be called upon to endure, would deluge her pillow

with passionate tears, and shake her slight frame as with convulsion.

The day we have mentioned, Edward had been absent longer than usual, and

toward evening Mrs. Fortescue awoke from a troubled sleep to brood over

these thoughts, till they had produced their usual effect in tears and

sobs, the more painful to witness from the increasing physical

incapacity to struggle with them.

A little girl, between ten and eleven years old, was seated on a low

wooden stool, half concealed by the coarse curtain of the bed, employed

in sewing some bright gilt buttons on a blue jacket. It seemed hard work

for those small, delicate hands; but she did not look up from her task

till roused by the too familiar sound of her mother's suffering, and

then, as she raised her head, and flung back the heavy and somewhat

disordered ringlets, the impulse seemed to be to spring up and try to

soothe, but a mournful expression quickly succeeded, and she sat several

minutes without moving. At length, as Mrs. Fortescue's sobs seemed

almost to suffocate her, the child gently bent over her, saying, very

timidly, "Dear mamma, shall I call widow Morgan, or can I get any thing

for you?" and, without waiting for a reply, save the angry negative to

the first question, she held a glass of water to her mother's lips and

bathed her forehead. After a few minutes Mrs. Fortescue revived

sufficiently to inquire where Edward was.

"He has gone down to the stream to launch his little frigate, mamma, and

asked me to fasten these buttons on his jacket, to make it look like a

sailor's meanwhile; I do not think he will be very long now."

Mrs. Fortescue made no rejoinder, except to utter aloud those thoughts

which had caused her previous paroxysm, and her little girl, after a

very evident struggle with her own painful timidity, ventured to say:

"But why should you fear so much for Edward, dear mamma? Every body

loves him and admires him, so I am sure my aunt and uncle will."

"Your aunt may for my sake, but she will not love or bear with his

childish faults as I have done; and your uncle is such a harsh, stern

man, that there is little hope for his forbearance with my poor Edward.

And he is so frank and bold, he will not know how even to conceal his

boyish errors, and he will be punished, and his fine spirit broken, and

who will be there to shield and soothe him!"

"I may be able sometimes, mamma, and indeed, indeed, I will whenever I

can," replied her child, with affecting earnestness. "I love him so

very, very much, and I know he is so much better than I am, that it will

be very easy to help him whenever I can."

"Will you promise me, Ellen, will you really promise me to shield him,

and save him from harshness whenever it is in your power," exclaimed

Mrs. Fortescue, so eagerly, that she half raised herself, and pressed

Ellen to her with an appearance of affection so unusual, and a kiss so

warm, that that moment never passed from the child's mind, and the

promise she gave was registered in her own heart, with a solemnity and

firmness of purpose little imagined by her mother, who when she demanded

it, conceived neither its actual purport nor extent; she only felt

relieved that Edward would have some one by him, to love him and enable

him to conceal his errors, if he should commit any.

Had she studied and known the character of Ellen as she did that of her

son, that promise would perhaps never have been asked; nor would she so

incautiously and mistakenly have laid so great a stress upon

_concealment_, as the only sure means of guarding from blame. From her

childhood Mrs. Fortescue had been a creature of passion and impulse, and

maternity had unhappily not altered one tittle of her character. In what

manner, or at what cost, Ellen might be enabled to keep that promise,

never entered her mind. It had never been her wont, even in days of

health, to examine or reflect, and present weakness permitted only the

morbid indulgence of one exaggerated thought.

For several minutes she lay quite silent, and Ellen resumed her seat and

work, her temples throbbing, she knew not why, and a vain longing to

throw her arms round her mother's neck, and entreat her only for one

more kiss, one other word of love; and the consciousness that she dared

not, caused the hot tears to rush into her eyes, and almost blind her,

but she would not let them fall, for she had learned long ago, that

while Edward's tears only excited soothing and caresses, hers always

called forth irritation and reproof.

"Joy, joy! Mother, darling!" exclaimed an eager voice, some minutes

afterward, and Edward bounded into the room, and throwing himself by his

mother's side, kissed her pale cheek again and again. "Such joy! My ship

sailed so beautifully, I quite longed for you to see it, and you will

one day when you get well and strong again; and I know you will soon

now, for I am sure aunt Emmeline will very soon come, and then, then,

you will be so happy, and we shall all be happy again!"

Mrs. Fortescue pressed him closer and closer to her, returning his

kisses with such passionate fondness, that tears mingled with them, and

fell upon his cheek.

"Don't cry, mamma, dear! indeed, indeed, my aunt will soon come. Do you

know I think I have seen her and spoken to her, too?"

"Seen her, Edward? You mean you have dreamed about her, and so fancy you

have seen her;" but the eager, anxious look she fixed upon him evinced

more hope than her words.

"No, no, mamma; as we were watching my ship, a carriage passed us, and a

lady spoke to me, and asked me the way to the cottage where you lived,

and I am sure it is aunt Emmeline from her smile."

"It can not be," murmured his mother, sadly; "unless--" and her

countenance brightened. "Did she speak to you, Edward, as if she knew

you, recognized you, from your likeness to me?"

"No, mamma, there was no time, the carriage drove off again so quickly;

but, hush! I am sure I hear her voice down stairs," and he sprung up

from the bed and listened eagerly. "Yes, yes, I am right, and she is

coming up; no, it's only widow Morgan, but I am sure it is my aunt by

your face," he added, impatiently, as Mrs. Morgan tried by signs to beg

him to be more cautious, and not to agitate his mother. "Why don't you

let her come up?" and springing down the whole flight of stairs in two

bounds, he rushed into the little parlor, caught hold of the lady's

dress, and exclaimed, "You are my aunt, my own dear aunt; do come up to

mamma, she has been wanting you so long, so very long, and you will make

her well, dear aunt, will you not?"

"Oh, that I may be allowed to do so, dear boy!" was the painfully

agitated reply, and she hastened up the stairs.

But to Edward's grief and astonishment, so little was he conscious of

his mother's exhausted state, the sight of his aunt, prepared in some

measure as she was, seemed to bring increase of suffering instead of

joy. There was a convulsive effort for speech, a passionate return of

her sister's embrace, and she fainted. Edward in terror flung himself

beside her, entreating her not to look so pale, but to wake and speak to

him. Ellen, with a quickness and decision, which even at that moment

caused her aunt to look at her with astonishment, applied the usual

restoratives, evincing no unusual alarm, and a careless observer might

have said, no feeling; but it was only a momentary thought which Mrs.

Hamilton could give to Ellen, every feeling was engrossed in the deep

emotion with which she gazed on the faded form and altered face of that

still beloved though erring one: who, when she had last beheld her,

thirteen years previous, was bright, buoyant, lovely as the boy beside

them. Her voice yet, more than the proffered remedies, seemed to recall

life, and after a brief interval the choking thought found words.

"My father! my father! Oh, Emmeline I know that he is dead! My

disobedience, my ingratitude for all his too indulgent love, killed

him--I know it did. But did he curse me, Emmeline? did all his love turn

to wrath, as it ought to have done? did--"

"Dearest Eleanor," replied Mrs. Hamilton, with earnest tenderness,

"dismiss such painful thoughts at once; our poor father did feel your

conduct deeply, but he forgave it, would have received your husband,

caressed, loved you as before, had you but returned to him; and so loved

you to the last moment, that your name was the last word upon his lips.

But this is no subject for such youthful auditors," she continued,

interrupting herself, as she met Edward's bright eyes fixed wonderingly

upon her face, and noticed the excessive paleness of Ellen's cheek. "You

look weary, my love," she said, kindly, drawing her niece to her, and

affectionately kissing her. "Edward has made his own acquaintance with

me, why did you not do so too? But go now into the garden for a little

while, I am sure you want fresh air, and I will take your place as nurse

mean while. Will you trust me?"

And the kind smile which accompanied her words gave Ellen courage to

return her kiss, but she left the room without speaking. Edward required

more persuasion; and the moment he was permitted he returned, seated

himself on a stool at his aunt's feet, laid his head on her lap, and

remained for nearly an hour quite silent, watching with her the calm

slumbers which had followed the agitating conversation between them.

Mrs. Hamilton was irresistibly attracted toward him, and rather wondered

that Ellen should stay away so long. She did not know that Edward had

spent almost the whole of that day in the joyous sports natural to his

age, and that it had been many weary days and nights since Ellen had

quitted her mother's room.

CHAPTER II.

GLIMPSES INTO A CHILD'S HEART.--A DEATHBED.

On leaving the cottage, Ellen hastily traversed the little garden, and

entered a narrow lane, leading to Mr. Myrvin's dwelling. Her little

heart was swelling high within her, and the confinement she had endured,

the constant control she exercised for fear she should add to her

mother's irritation, combined with the extreme delicacy of natural

constitution, had so weakened her, as to render the slightest exertion

painful. She had been so often reproved as fretful and ill-tempered,

whenever in tears, that she always checked and concealed them. She had

been so frequently told that she did not know what affection was, that

she was so inanimate and cold, that though she did not understand the

actual meaning of the words, she believed she was different to any one

else, and was unhappy without knowing why. Compared with her brother,

she certainly was neither a pretty nor an engaging child. Weakly from

her birth, her residence in India had increased constitutional delicacy,

and while to a watchful eye the expression of her countenance denoted

constant suffering, the heedless and superficial observer would

condemn it as peevishness, and so unnatural to a young child, that

nothing but confirmed ill-temper could have produced it. The soft,

beautifully-formed black eye was too large for her other features, and

the sallowness of her complexion, the heavy tresses of very dark hair,

caused her to be remarked as a very plain child, which in reality she

was not. Accustomed to hear beauty extolled above every thing else,

beholding it in her mother and brother, and imagining it was Edward's

great beauty that always made him so beloved and petted, an

evil-disposed child would have felt nothing but envy and dislike toward

him. But Ellen felt neither. She loved him devotedly; but that any one

could love her, now that the only one who ever had--her idolized

father--was dead, she thought impossible.

Why her heart and temples beat so quickly as she left her mother's

room--why the promise she had so lately made should so cling to her

mind, that even her aunt's arrival could not remove it--why she felt so

giddy and weak as to render walking painful, the poor child could not

have told, but, unable at length to go farther, she sat down on a grassy

bank, and believing herself quite alone, cried bitterly. Several minutes

passed and she did not look up, till a well-known voice inquired:--

"Dear Ellen, what is the matter? What has happened to grieve you so

to-day? won't you tell me?"

"Indeed, indeed, I do not know, dear Arthur; I only feel--feel--as if I

had not so much strength as I had a few days ago--and, and I could not

help crying."

"You are not well, Ellen," replied her companion, a fine lad of sixteen,

and Mr. Myrvin's only son. "You are looking paler than I ever saw you

before; let me call my father. You know he is always pleased when he

sees you, and he hoped you would have been to us before to-day; come

with me to him now."

"No, Arthur, indeed I can not; he will think I have forgotten all he

said to me the last time I saw him, and, indeed, I have not--but I--I do

not know what is the matter with me to-day."

And, in spite of all her efforts to restrain them, the tears would burst

forth afresh; and Arthur, finding all his efforts at consolation

ineffectual, contented himself with putting his arm round her and

kissing them away. A few minutes afterward his father appeared.

"In tears, my dear Ellen!" he said, kindly; "your mother is not worse, I

hope?"

"I do not know, sir," replied the child, as well as her tears would

permit; "she has been very ill just now, for her faint was longer than

usual."

"Did any thing particular occasion it?"

"I think it was seeing my aunt. Mamma was very much agitated before and

afterward."

"Mrs. Hamilton has arrived then! I am rejoiced to hear it," replied Mr.

Myrvin, gladly. Then sitting down by Ellen, he took one of her hands in

his, and said, kindly, "Something has grieved my little girl this

evening; I will not ask what it is, because you may not like to tell me;

but you must not imagine evils, Ellen. I know you have done, and are

doing, the duty of a good, affectionate child, nursing your suffering

mother, bearing with intervals of impatience, which her invalid state

occasions, and giving up all your own wishes to sit quietly by her. I

have not seen you, my child, but I know those who have, and this has

pleased me, and, what is of much more consequence, it proves you have

not forgotten all I told you of your Father in Heaven, that even a

little child can try to love and serve Him."

"But have you not told me those who are good are always happy?" inquired

Ellen; "then I can not be good, though indeed I try to be so, for I do

not think I am happy, for I can never laugh and sing and talk as Edward

does."

"You are not in such strong health as your brother, my dear little girl,

and you have had many things to make you unhappy, which Edward has not.

But you must try and remember that even if it please God that sometimes

you should be more sorrowful than other children, He loves you

notwithstanding. I am sure you have not forgotten the story of Joseph

that I told you a few Sundays ago. God so loved him, as to give him the

power of foretelling future events, and enabling him to do a great deal

of good, but when he was taken away from his father and sold as a slave

and cast into prison among cruel strangers, he could not have been very

happy, Ellen. Yet still, young as he was, little more than a child in

those days, and thrown among those who did not know right from wrong, he

remembered all that his father had taught him, and prayed to God, and

tried to love and obey Him; and God was pleased with him, and gave him

grace to continue good, and at last so blessed him, as to permit him to

see his dear father and darling brother again."

"But Joseph was his father's favorite child," was Ellen's sole

rejoinder; and the tears which were checked in the eagerness with which

she had listened, seemed again ready to burst forth. "He must have been

happy when he thought of that."

"I do not think so, my dear Ellen," replied Mr. Myrvin, more moved than

he chose to betray, "for being his father's favorite first excited the

dislike and envy of his brothers, and caused them to wish to send him

away. There was no excuse indeed for their conduct; but perhaps if

Joseph had always remained near his father he might have been spoiled by

too great indulgence, and never become as good as he afterward was.

Perhaps in his solitary prison he might even have regretted that his

father had not treated them all alike, as then the angry feelings of his

brothers would not have been called forth. So you see, being a favorite

will not always make us happy, Ellen. It is indeed very delightful to be

loved and caressed, and if we try to do our duty and love as much as we

can, even if we are not sure of being loved at first, we may be quite

certain that we shall be loved and happy at last. Do you understand me,

my child?"

The question was almost needless, for Ellen's large eyes had never moved

from his face, and their expression was so full of intelligence and

meaning, that the whole countenance seemed lighted up. "Then do you

think mamma will recover?" she eagerly exclaimed; "will she ever love

me?--oh, if I thought so, I could never, never be naughty again!"

"She will love you, my dear Ellen," replied Mr. Myrvin, now visibly

affected, "I can not, I dare not tell you that she will recover to love

you on earth, but if indeed it be God's will that she should go to Him,

she will look down on you from Heaven and love you far more than she has

done yet, for she will know then how much you love her."

"And will she know if I do all she wishes--if I love and help Edward?"

asked Ellen, in a low, half-frightened voice; and little did Mr. Myrvin

imagine how vividly and how indelibly his reply was registered in the

child's memory.

"It is a question none can answer positively, Ellen, but it is my own

firm belief, that the beloved ones we have lost are permitted to watch

over and love us still, and that they see us, and are often near us,

though we can not see them. But even to help Edward," he continued

somewhat anxiously, "you must not be tempted--"

He was interrupted by the appearance of a stranger, who addressing him

courteously, apologized for his intrusion, and noticing the children,

inquired if both were his.

Mr. Myrvin replied that he could only lay claim to one; the little girl

was Miss Fortescue.

"And my name is Hamilton, so I think I have an uncle's privilege," was

the reply; and Ellen, to her astonishment, received an affectionate

embrace from the unknown relative, whom her mother's ill-judged words

had taught her actually to dread. Mr. Myrvin gladly welcomed him, and,

in the interest of the conversation which followed, forgot the lesson he

had been so anxious to impress upon Ellen. Arthur accompanied her to the

garden gate, and the gentlemen soon afterward entered the cottage

together.

Days merged into weeks, and still Mrs. Fortescue lingered; but her

weakness increasing so painfully from alternate fever and exhaustion

that to remove her was impossible. It was the first time that Mrs.

Hamilton had ever been separated from her children, and there were many

disagreeables attendant on nursing a beloved invalid in that confined

cottage; and with only those little luxuries and comforts that could be

procured (and even these were obtained with difficulty, for the nearest

town was twenty miles distant), but not a selfish or repining thought

entered Mrs. Hamilton's mind. It was filled with thankfulness, not only

that she was permitted thus to tend a sister, whom neither error, nor

absence, nor silence could estrange from her heart, but that she was

spared long enough for her gentle influence and enduring love to have

some effect in changing her train of thought, calming that fearful

irritability, and by slow degrees permitting her to look with

resignation and penitent hope to that hour which no human effort could

avert. That Mr. Myrvin should seek Mrs. Hamilton's society and delight

in conversing with her, Mrs. Fortescue considered so perfectly natural,

that the conversations which took place in her sick room, whenever she

was strong enough to bear them, excited neither surprise nor impatience.

Different as she was, willfully as she had always neglected the mild

counsels and example of her sister, the years of separation and but too

often excited self-reproach had fully awakened her to Mrs. Hamilton's

superiority. She had never found any one at all like her--so good and

holy, yet so utterly unassuming; and the strong affection, even the deep

emotion in one usually so controlled, with which her sister had met her,

naturally increased these feelings.

"Ah, you and Emmeline will find much to converse about," had been her

address to Mr. Myrvin, on his first introduction to Mrs. Hamilton. "Talk

as much as you please, and do not mind me. With Emmeline near me, I can

restrain irritability which must have frightened you away. I know she is

right. Oh, would to God I had always been like her!" and the suffering

betrayed in the last words was a painful contrast with the lightness of

her previous tone.

Mr. Myrvin answered soothingly, and for the first time his words were

patiently received. From listening listlessly, Mrs. Fortescue, by slow

degrees, became interested in the conversations between him and Mr. and

Mrs. Hamilton, and so a change in sentiments was gradually wrought,

which by any other and harsher method of proceeding would have been

sought for in vain.

One evening as Mrs. Hamilton sat watching the faded countenance of her

patient, and recalling those days of youth and buoyancy, when it seemed

as if neither death nor care could ever have assailed one so bright and

lovely, Edward, before he sought his favorite stream, threw his arms

round her neck, and pressed his rosy lips on her cheek, as thus to wish

her good-by.

"He will repay you for all your care, dearest Emmeline," his mother

said, with a heavy sigh, as he left the room; "I know he has what you

and your husband will think faults, but, oh, for my sake, do not treat

him harshly; his noble spirit will be broken if you do!"

"Dearest Eleanor, dismiss all such fears. Am I not a mother equally with

yourself? and do you think when your children become mine I shall show

any difference between them and my own? You would trust me even in

former years, surely you will trust me now?"

"Indeed, indeed, I do; you were always kind and forbearing with me, when

I little deserved it. But my poor Edward, it is so hard to part with

him, and he loves me so fondly!" and a few natural tears stole down her

cheek.

"And he shall continue to love you dearest Eleanor; and oh, believe me,

all that you have been to him I will be. I have won the devoted

affection of all my own darlings, and I do not fear to gain the love of

yours; and then it will be an easy task to make them happy as my own."

"Edward's love you will very quickly obtain, if it be not yours already;

but Ellen you will have more trouble with. She is a strange, cold,

unlovable child."

"Are the dispositions of your children so unlike? I should not have

fancied Ellen cold; she is timid, but that I thought would wear off when

she knew me better."

"It is not timidity; I never knew her otherwise than cold and reserved

from her birth. I never could feel the same toward her as I did toward

Edward, and therefore there must be something in Ellen to prevent it."

Mrs. Hamilton did not think so, but she answered gently, "Are you quite

sure, my dear Eleanor, that you have equally studied the characters of

both your children? because you know there are some cases which require

more study and carefulness than others."

"I never was fond of studying any thing, Emmeline, as you may remember,"

replied Mrs. Fortescue, painfully trying to smile, "and therefore I dare

say I have not studied my children as you have yours. Besides, you know

I always thought, and still think, the doctrine of mothers forming the

characters of their children, and all that good people say about the

importance of early impressions, perfectly ridiculous. The disposition

for good or bad, loving or unloving, is theirs from the moment of their

birth, and what human efforts can alter that? Why, the very infancy of

my children was different; Edward was always laughing, and animated, and

happy; Ellen fretful and peevish, and so heavy that she never seemed

even to know when I entered the room, while Edward would spring into my

arms, and shout and laugh only to see me. Now what conduct on my part

could have done this? Surely I was justified in feeling differently

toward such opposite dispositions; and I know I never made more

difference between them than--than papa did between us, Emmeline, and I

have had greater reason to be partial; you were always better than I

was."

She ceased, from exhaustion, but the flush which had risen to her

temples, and the trembling hands evinced the agitation always called for

by the mention of her father, which Mrs. Hamilton, with earnest

tenderness, endeavored to soothe.

"I must speak, Emmeline," she continued, natural impetuosity for the

moment regaining ascendency; "how did I repay my fond father's

partiality? his too great indulgence? Did I not bring down his gray

hairs with sorrow to the grave? Did I not throw shame and misery upon

him by my conduct to the ill-fated one he had chosen for my husband? Did

I not?--oh, my God, my God! Death may indeed be merciful!--my Edward

might do the same by me!" and, shuddering violently, she hid her face on

her sister's bosom.

It was long before Mrs. Hamilton could calm that fearful agitation, long

before her whispered words of heavenly hope, and peace, and pardon--if

indeed she believed--could bring comfort; but they did at length, and

such fearful paroxysms returned at longer and longer intervals, and at

length ceased, in the deep submission and clinging trust to which she

was at last permitted to attain. Though Mrs. Hamilton was detained six

weeks at Llangwillan, her devoted attendance on her sister prevented any

thing more than occasional observation of the children so soon about to

be committed to her care. That Edward was most engaging, and riveted her

affection at once, and that Ellen was unlike any child she had ever

known or seen, she could not but feel, but she was not one to decide on

a mere feeling. Her present mournful task prevented all actual

interference with them, except the endeavor by kindly notice to win

their confidence and love. His mother's illness and his uncle's

presence, besides, for the present, his perfect freedom with regard to

employment, had deprived Edward of all inclination to rebel or exert his

self-will, and Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton both felt that he certainly had

fewer faults, than was generally the consequence of unlimited

indulgence. Whether Ellen's extreme attention to her mother, her silent

but ever ready help when her aunt required it, proceeded from mere cold

duty, or really had its origin in affection, Mrs. Hamilton could not

satisfactorily decide. Her sister had avowed partiality, but that

neglect and unkindness could have been shown to such an extent by a

mother as to create the cold exterior she beheld, was so utterly

incomprehensible, so opposed to every dictate of maternal love, which

she knew so well, that she actually could not even imagine it. She could

believe in the possibility of a preference for one child more than

another, but not in utter neglect and actual dislike. She could imagine

that Ellen's love for her mother might be less warm than Edward's,

believing, as she did, that a parent must call for a child's affection,

not be satisfied with leaving all to Nature; but if it were not love

that dictated Ellen's conduct, it was strange and almost unnatural, and

so unpleasing, that so young a child should have such an idea of duty.

But these were only passing thoughts; cost what trouble it might, Mrs.

Hamilton determined she would understand her niece as she did her own

children.

But though to her Ellen was a riddle, to her sister Nature was resuming

her sway, too late, alas! for all, save the mother's own reproaches. Her

weakness had become such that days would pass when speech, save a few

whispered words, was impossible; but she would gaze upon her child, as

hour after hour she would sit by the bed, resisting all Edward's

entreaties, and sometimes even her aunt's to go and play, and long to

fold her to her heart, and confess she had been cruelly unjust, and that

she did love her now almost as much as Edward, but she was much too weak

to do more than feel. And Ellen remained unconscious of the change,

except that now and then, as she would bring her nourishment or bend

over to bathe her forehead, her mother would, as if involuntarily, kiss

her cheek and murmur some caressing word. And Ellen longed to cling to

her neck and say how much she loved her, but she did not dare and she

would hurry out of the room to conceal her tears, instead of returning

the caress, thus unhappily confirming the idea of natural coldness.

Even the comfort of sitting by her mother was at length denied her. Mrs.

Fortescue became so alarmingly and painfully ill, that Mrs. Hamilton

felt it an unnecessary trial for her children to witness it, especially

as they could be no comfort to her, for she did not know them. The

evening of the fourth day she recovered sufficiently to partake of the

sacrament with her sister and Mr. Hamilton, and then entreat that her

children might be brought to her. She felt herself, what the physician

had imparted to her sister, that the recovery of her senses would in all

human probability be followed in a few hours by death, and her last

thoughts were on them.

Edward, full of glee at being permitted to see her again, bounded

joyfully into the room, but the fearful change in that beloved face so

startled and terrified him, that he uttered a loud cry, and throwing

himself beside her, sobbed upon her bosom. Mrs. Fortescue was fearfully

agitated, but she conjured her sister not to take him from her, and her

heavy eyes wandered painfully round the room in search of Ellen.

"Come to me, Ellen, I have done you injustice, my sweet child," she

murmured in a voice that Ellen never in her life forgot, and she clung

to her in silent agony. "I have not done my duty to you, I know--I feel

I have not, and it is too late now to atone. I can only pray God to

bless you, and raise you up a kinder parent than I have been! Bless,

bless you both." Faintness overpowered her, and she lay for several

minutes powerless, in Mrs. Hamilton's arms. Edward, in passionate grief,

refused to stir from the bed; and Ellen, almost unconsciously, sunk on

her knees by Mr. Myrvin.

"My own sister, bless you--for all you have been to me--all you will be

to my children--may they repay you better than I have done, Emmeline!

You are right, there is but one hope, our Saviour, for the sinner--it is

mine--" were the broken sentences that, in a voice which was scarcely

audible, and uttered at long intervals, escaped Mrs. Fortescue's lips,

and then her head sunk lower on Mrs. Hamilton's bosom, and there was a

long, long silence, broken only by Edward's low and half-suffocated

sobs. And he knew not, guessed not, the grief that was impending. He

only felt that his mother was worse, not better, as he had believed she

would and must be, when his aunt arrived. He had never seen death,

though Ellen had and he had passionately and willfully refused either to

listen or to believe in his uncle's and Mr. Myrvin's gentle attempts to

prepare him for his loss. Terrified at the continued silence, at the

cold heavy feel of his mother's hand, as, when Mr. Myrvin and the widow

gently removed her from the still-supporting arm of Mrs. Hamilton, it

fell against his, he started up, and clinging to his aunt, implored her

to speak to him, to tell him why his mother looked so strange and white,

her hand felt so cold, and why she would not speak to and kiss him, as

she always did, when he was grieved.

Mrs. Hamilton raised her head from her husband's shoulder, and

struggling with her own deep sorrow, she drew her orphan nephew closer

to her, and said, in a low, earnest voice, "My Edward, did you not hear

your mother pray God to bless you?"

The child looked at her inquiringly.

"That good God has taken her to Himself, my love; He has thought it

better to remove her from us, and take her where she will never know

pain nor illness more."

"But she is lying there," whispered Edward, in a frightened voice, and

half hiding his face in his aunt's dress, "she is not taken away. Why

will she not speak to me?"

"She can not speak, my sweet boy! the soul which enabled her to speak,

and smile, and live, was God's gift, and it has pleased Him to recall

it."

"And will she never, never speak to me again? will she never kiss

me--never call me her own darling, beautiful Edward again?" he almost

screamed in passionate grief, as the truth at length forced itself upon

him. "Mamma, mamma, my own dear, pretty, good mamma, oh! do not go away

from me--or let me go with you--let me die too; no one will love me and

kiss me as you have done." And even the natural awe and terror of death

gave way before his grief; he clung to the body of his mother so

passionately, so convulsively, that it required actual force to remove

him. And for hours his aunt and sister watched over and tried to soothe

and comfort him in vain; he would only rouse himself angrily to ask

Ellen how she could know what he felt; she had never loved their mother

as he had--she did not know what he had lost--she could not feel as he

did, and then relapse into tears and sobs. Ellen did not attempt reply.

She thought, if it were such pain to her to lose her mother, who had

only the last few weeks evinced affection for her, it must indeed be

still more suffering to him; and though his angry words grieved and hurt

her (for she knew she did love her mother most fondly, her idea of her

own extreme inferiority acquitted her unconsciously of all injustice

toward her, and made her believe that she had loved Edward best only

because he was so much better than herself), his very grief caused her

to love and admire him still more, and to believe that she really did

not feel as much as he did. And yet before they quitted Llangwillan,

which they did the second day after Mrs. Fortescue's funeral, Edward

could laugh and talk as usual--except when any object recalled his

mother; and poor Ellen felt that though she had fancied she was not

happy before, she was much more unhappy now. Her fancy naturally vivid,

and rendered more so from her having been left so much to herself, dwelt

morbidly on all that had passed in her mother's illness, on every

caress, every unusual word of affection, and on Mr. Myrvin's assurance

that she would love her in Heaven; the promise she had made to love and

help Edward returned to her memory again and again, and each time with

the increased determination to keep it solemnly. It was not for her

mother's sake alone, and connected only with her; perhaps, had it not

been for the careful instructions of her father, whom, as we shall

presently see, she had cause almost to idolize, Ellen might have become

indifferent to her mother and envious of Edward. But his repeated

instructions, under all circumstances to love, cherish, and obey her

mother had been indelibly engraved, and heightened natural feeling. She

believed that to keep the promise, which had so evidently pleased her

mother, would be also obeying her father, and this double incentive gave

it a weight and consequence, which, could Mrs. Hamilton have known it,

would have caused her great anxiety, and urged its removal. But Ellen

had been too long accustomed to hide every thought and feeling to betray

that which, child as she was, she believed sacred between herself and

her mother. Mrs. Hamilton watched her in silence, and trusted to time

and care to do their work; and by enabling her to understand her

character, permit her to guide it rightly.

The morning of their intended departure was bright and sunny, and before

even widow Morgan was moving, Ellen had quitted her little bed and was

in the churchyard by her mother's grave. She sat there thinking so

intently, that she did not know how time passed, till she was roused by

her favorite Arthur Myrvin's voice.

"Up so early, Ellen, why, I thought I should have been first, to show

you I had not forgotten my promise." And he displayed some choice

flower-roots, which he commenced planting round the grave.

"Dear Arthur, how very kind you are; but you look so sad--what is the

matter? Does not Mr. Myrvin like you to do this--pray don't, then."

"No, no, Ellen, my father said I was right, and that he would take care

of the flowers also himself. I am only sorry you are going away, and to

live so differently to what we do--you will quite forget me."

"Indeed, indeed I shall not, dear Arthur; I can never forget those who

have been so kind to me as you and dear Mr. Myrvin. I would much rather

stay here always with you, than go among strangers again, but I heard my

aunt say last night, that perhaps Mr. Myrvin would let you come and see

us sometimes--and you will like that, will you not?" Arthur did not seem

quite sure whether he would like it or not; but they continued talking

till his task was completed, and Arthur, at Ellen's earnest request, for

she suddenly feared her aunt would be displeased at her having staid out

so long, returned with her to the cottage; the silent kiss, however,

which she received, when Arthur explained what had detained them,

reassured her, and bound her yet closer to the kind relative, whom, if

timidity had permitted, she would already have so loved.

The novelty of his situation, the rapid and pleasant movement of his

uncle's carriage, the idea of the new relations he was about to meet,

and an unconfessed but powerful feeling of his own increased consequence

in being so nearly connected with wealth and distinction, all had their

effect upon Edward, and his eye sparkled and his cheek glowed, as if all

sorrow had entirely passed away; not that he had ceased to think of his

mother, for the least reference to her would fill his eyes with tears

and completely check his joy--but still delight predominated. Ellen felt

more and more the wish to shrink into her self, for the farther they

left Llangwillan, the more painfully she missed Mr. Myrvin and his son,

and the more she shrunk from encountering strangers. Edward she knew

would speedily find companions to love, and to be loved by, and he would

think still less of her. Her aunt would soon be surrounded by her own

children, and then how could she expect to win her love? And Ellen

looked intently and silently out from the carriage-window--her uncle

believed on the many-flowered hedge and other objects of interest by

which they passed--his wife imagined to hide a tear that trembled in her

eyes, but which she had determined should not fall.

CHAPTER III.

RETROSPECTION.--THE LOWLY SOUGHT.--THE HAUGHTY FOILED.

In order clearly to understand the allusions of the previous chapters,

and the circumstances which had formed the different characters of Mrs.

Hamilton and Mrs. Fortescue, it will be necessary to take a

retrospective glance on their early lives. Should it be uninteresting to

the more youthful of our readers, we will beg them to proceed at once to

"Traits of Character," but to their elder relatives, we hope the matter

will prove of sufficient interest to obtain perusal.

Emmeline and Eleanor Manvers were the daughters of Lord Delmont, a

nobleman whose title and rank were rather burdensome than otherwise,

from the want of sufficient means to keep them up as inclination and

position warranted. Lady Delmont, whose energetic yet gentle character

would have greatly ameliorated the petty vexations of her husband, died

when Emmeline was only seven, Eleanor five, and Charles, her only boy an

infant of but three years old. A widow lady, Mrs. Harcourt by name, had

been selected by Lady Delmont, in her last illness, as instructress and

guardian of her daughters. Her wishes, always laws to her doating

husband, were promptly fulfilled, and Mrs. Harcourt, two months after

her friend's death, assumed the arduous and responsible duties for which

her high character well fitted her.

With Emmeline, though there were naturally some faults to correct, an

indolence and weakness to overcome, and apparently no remarkable natural

aptitude for acquirement, her task was comparatively easy, for her pupil

had the capabilities, not only of affection but of reverence, to a very

great extent, and once loving and respecting Mrs. Harcourt, not a

command was neglected nor a wish unfulfilled. Eleanor, on the contrary,

though so gifted that teaching might have been a complete labor of

love--by self-will, violent passions, and a most determined want of

veneration, even, of common respect, a resolute opposition from her

earliest years to the wishes of Mrs. Harcourt, because she was merely a

governess, so much her inferior in rank, rendered the task of education

one of the most difficult and painful that can be conceived--increased

from the injudicious partiality of Lord Delmont. It was not indeed the

culpable negligence and dislike which Eleanor afterward displayed toward

her own, but originating in the fancy that Mrs. Harcourt was unjust, and

Emmeline was her favorite. Lord Delmont was one of those unfortunately

weak, irresolute characters, that only behold the surface of things, and

are therefore utterly incapable of acting either with vigor or judgment.

When he did venture into the precincts of his daughters' apartments, he

generally found Eleanor in sobs and tears, and Emmeline quietly pursuing

her daily duties. That Mrs. Harcourt often entreated his influence with

her younger pupil, to change her course of conduct, he never remembered

longer than the time her expostulations lasted. Once or twice indeed he

did begin to speak seriously, but Eleanor would throw her arms round his

neck and kiss him, call him every endearing name, and beg him not to

look so much like grave, cross Mrs. Harcourt, or she should think she

had indeed no one to love her; and her beautiful eyes would swell with

tears, and her voice quiver, so that her gratified father would forget

all his reproof, and give her some indulgence to make up for the

injustice and harshness she encountered in the school-room. Her power

once thus experienced, of course, was never resigned. Her father's

appearance in their study was always the signal for her tears, which she

knew would confirm all his ideas of Mrs. Harcourt's unjust partiality.

And this idea was strengthened as they grew older, and masters for

various accomplishments somewhat lightened Mrs. Harcourt's actual

labors. Emmeline's steady application, and moderate abilities were lost

sight of in the applause always elicited by her younger sister; whose

natural gifts alike in music, languages, and drawing had full play,

directly she was released, even in part, from the hated thralldom of her

governess.--Lord Delmont had been accustomed to hear Eleanor's beauty

extolled, and now the extraordinary versatility and brilliancy of her

talents became the theme of every tongue. Professors are naturally

proud of a pupil who does them more than justice, and Miss Eleanor

Manvers was in consequence held up in very many families, whom Lord

Delmont only casually knew, and spoken of by very many again to him,

knowing his weak point, and thus seeking to curry favor. Mrs. Harcourt

was the only one from whom he never heard Eleanor's praises, and the

only one, who spoke in praise of Emmeline. It must then be willful

blindness on her part; and the father felt indignant, but in spite of

himself had too much real respect for her, individually, to do more than

redouble his indulgence to Eleanor. Emmeline could not complain of her

father's neglect, for he was both kind and affectionate to her; but she

did sometimes wish she could be quite sure that he loved her as much as

her sister; and her deep affections, unsuspected by her father, rejected

and laughed at by Eleanor, twined themselves closer and closer round

Mrs. Harcourt, and her brother Charles, on whom she actually doted, and

who returned her affection with one quite as fond and warm as a happy,

laughter-loving, frank-hearted boy had it in his power to bestow; yet

even his holidays were times of as much suffering as joy to his sister,

from the violent quarrels which were continually taking place between

him and Eleanor. Emmeline, happy in herself and Mrs. Harcourt's

companionship, could endure Eleanor's determined supremacy, and, except

where her conscience disapproved, yielded to her. But this could not be

expected from Charles, who, despite his elder sister's gentle

entreaties, would stand up for what he called her rights, and declare

that, when he was at home, Miss Eleanor should not lord it over the

whole family. Eleanor would of course quarrel first with him and then

appeal to her father, who without hearing the case would give her right,

and harshly condemn Charles, whose high spirit revolted; and unable to

bear with his father's weakness of character, as he ought to have done,

would answer disrespectfully; and words succeeded words till Charles in

a desperate passion would seek Emmeline's chamber, and his father,

though he actually deeply loved and was very proud of his son, wished

that the holidays were over, and Charles safe again at school.

Trifling as domestic disputes may seem in description, they never fail

in their painful reality to banish all lasting happiness. Emmeline could

bear that her father should prefer Eleanor to herself, but that he

should be unjust to her darling Charles, and that Charles should

increase this evil by dispute and self-will, tried her severely, and

obliged her often and often to fly to the solitude of her own chamber,

lest her temper also should fail, and, to defend her brother, she should

forget her duty to her father. But with her, Mrs. Harcourt's lessons had

indeed been blessed. The spirit of true, heartfelt piety, which she had

sought to instill into her youthful charge, even more by the example of

her daily life than by precepts, had become Emmeline's, young as she

still was, and enabled her not only to bear up against the constant

petty annoyances of her home, but the heavy trial sustained in the death

of Mrs. Harcourt, just as she was looking forward to her entrance into

the gay world, under her maternal guardianship, and her parting with her

brother, who, not two months afterward, left her to fulfill his darling

wish of going to sea.

At eighteen, then, Emmeline Manvers became the mistress of her father's

establishment, and had to encounter alone, not only the suffering of

bereavement--in which, though Lord Delmont sincerely respected Mrs.

Harcourt, he could not sympathize, and at which, after the first shock

and momentary remorse for her own conduct to so true a friend, Eleanor,

if she did not actually rejoice, felt so very greatly relieved as to be

irritated and angry at Emmeline's quiet sorrow--but the separation from

her brother and all the cares and disagreeables of such strict economy

at home, as would permit the sustaining a proper position in society, so

that the necessity of economy should not even be suspected. It was this

regard of appearances which so chafed and pained Emmeline's upright and

independent spirit. Not that Lord Delmont, even for appearances, would

go beyond his income; but still there were obliged concealments and

other petty things which his daughter could not bear. Mrs. Harcourt's

trial--a widow, compelled not only to teach for a subsistence, but to

part with her only child, who had been adopted by a married sister,

living in Italy--appeared to Emmeline's ideas of truth and honor

preferable to appearing richer than they really were. But on this

subject, even less than on any other, she knew there was no chance of

sympathy, and so she devoted all the energies of her matured and

well-regulated mind to correcting the evil as much as it lay in her

individual power; and in the year which her earnest entreaties prevailed

on her father to permit her remaining in quiet retirement, before she

entered the world, Lord Delmont was astonished at the greater comfort

and increase of dignity which pervaded his establishment. He never had

chosen Mrs. Harcourt to interfere with his household concerns,

believing that he conducted them himself, when in reality he was

completely governed by his housekeeper and steward. Mrs. Harcourt's

penetration had seen and regretted this, and had endeavored so to guide

and instruct Emmeline, that when she became old enough to claim her

right as mistress, the evil should be remedied. Could she have looked

down on the child of her love, she would indeed have rejoiced at the

beautiful fruition of her labors. Lord Delmont was not astonished and

delighted only, a feeling of respect toward his gentle, his truthful

child entered his heart, such as he had experienced toward none, save

her mother. Emmeline would indeed have thought all her toils repaid,

could she have known this, but the very feeling prevented the display of

that caressing affection he still lavished on Eleanor, and the tears of

his elder girl often fell thick and fast from the painful longing for

one similar caress, one evidence on his part, that, though neither so

beautiful, nor talented, nor engaging as Eleanor, she could yet minister

to his comfort and increase his happiness.

But Emmeline's strong feeling of religion, while it enabled her to bear

up against care and the constant and most painful feeling of loneliness,

rendered the trial of beholding her sister's willful course of error, if

possible, still more severe. She knew that all her affectionate counsels

were worse than useless, that though Eleanor could be even caressingly

affectionate when it served her purpose, would even listen to her at the

moment of suffering from some too hasty impulse, she had no lasting

influence. And this became more and more evident as Eleanor became the

almost constant companion of the Marchioness Lascelles, their only

female relative. It was the evil influence of this lady which had so

increased Eleanor's natural repugnance to Mrs. Harcourt's gentle sway,

that for full two years before the latter's death the flattery of Lady

Lascelles and Eleanor's passionate entreaties had prevailed on Lord

Delmont to permit his daughter being more with her than with her sister

and governess. Lady Lascelles was a woman of the world, utterly

heartless, highly distinguished, and supremely fashionable. At her house

all the ton of the beau monde congregated, and scandal, frivolity, and

_esprit_ were the prevailing topics, diversified with superficial

opinions of the literature, arts, and politics of the day, and various

sentimental episodes, which the lady of the house endured for the sake

of variety. Here Eleanor, even at fourteen, was made a popular idol; her

extreme beauty, her vivacity, her talents, her sharpness of repartee,

all were admired, extolled, and encouraged. At seventeen she was

introduced and initiated into all the mysteries of an ultra-fashionable

life, and very speedily added to her other accomplishments all the arts

of a finished and heartless coquette.

With Lady Lascelles for her chaperon, it was not very surprising that

Emmeline Manvers shrunk in pain and dread from her introduction into

society; but yet she knew her social duties too well to refuse, and, by

an affectation of superior sanctity, which of course would have been the

charge leveled against her, throw a sneer upon those holy feelings and

spiritual principles which had become part of her very being. She

entered into society, but the isolation to a heart like hers of the

coteries of Lady Lascelles and her friends, was indeed most painful, and

aggravated by the constant dread which the contemplation of Eleanor's

reckless career could not but occasion.

But Emmeline's trial of loneliness was happily not of very long

duration. At a ball, which was less exclusive than the assemblages of

Lady Lascelles, the attention of both sisters was attracted to a young

nan, by name Arthur Hamilton--Eleanor, from his distinguished appearance

and extreme reserve, Emmeline, by the story attached to his name. His

father had so distinguished himself in the amelioration of the peasantry

and working classes in various parts of England, in addition to various

services of a private and confidential nature from the home government

to the courts abroad, that a viscountcy was offered to his acceptance.

The message from royalty reached him on his death-bed, and though, from

the faint and flickering accents with which he replied to the intended

honor, it seemed as if he declined it, it was attributed to the natural

feelings of a dying man, seeing the utter nothingness of earthly honors,

and the title was generously proposed to his son. But Arthur Hamilton

had not been the pupil and friend of his father in vain. With a calm

dignity and uncompromising independence, he declared that he had neither

claim nor heirship to the reward of his father's services; that he

believed his parent would himself have refused it, preferring the

honorable distinction of being an untitled English gentleman, to the

unvalued honor of a newly-created lordship. He respectfully thanked the

government for the honor they intended, but decisively refused it--that

his dearest inheritance was his father's name.

Of course this most extraordinary decision was canvassed again and

again in the fashionable world, meeting there with very little

appreciation, because it sprang from much higher feelings than the world

could comprehend. By many he was imagined very little removed from

insane--by others as actuated by some ulterior motive, which would be

sure to display itself some day--by all regarded with curiosity--by some

few with earnest, quiet, heartfelt admiration: and of this number was

not only Emmeline Manvers, but her father; who, though weak and

yielding, was not worldly, and could admire honorable independence, even

while some of his friends succeeded in persuading him that in this case

it nearly reached romance.

Arthur Hamilton was a star creating a sensation; it signified little to

Eleanor Manvers why or wherefore, but she fully resolved to conquer him

and chain him, as she had already done innumerable others, victim to her

charms. His very reserve deepened her ardent longing, and the difficulty

only strengthened her resolution, but she tried in vain; for the first

time she was completely and entirely foiled, and she disliked him

accordingly--a dislike increasing to actual abhorrence--when the truth

at length forced itself upon her, that he admired, conversed with,

evidently sought the society of her sister, whom she chose to charge

with deceit and underhand dealing, with all the violence of angry

passion and mortified defeat.

Emmeline bore the storm calmly, for her conscience perfectly acquitted

her. She was not indeed indifferent to Arthur Hamilton, but she had

tried hard to prevent the ascendency of affection, for she had heard

that he still mourned the loss of a beloved one to whom he had been for

many years engaged. And deep was her thankful joy, and unexpected indeed

the intensity of her happiness, when six months after their first

introduction he related to her the heavy trial of his early life, and

concluded by asking her if she could indeed accept a heart which had so

loved another, but which was now entirely her own, and happier than he

had once believed it ever could be. The very frankness of his avowal

increased the feelings of reverence and regard he had already inspired,

and to the great delight, and no little pride of Lord Delmont, his elder

daughter, who had been by Lady Lascelles' coterie so overlooked and

neglected, who had been by many for years considered a mere foil to the

beauty and talent of her younger sister, was united before she was

twenty, to a man who--however his high principles might have excited

laughter as high-flown romance, his unbending integrity and dislike of

the pleasures and amusements, but too often the sole pursuit of the

wealthy, exposed him to the charge of severity and eccentricity--was yet

sought, and his connection deemed a most desirable _partie_ by all and

every family who had marriageable daughters.

CHAPTER IV.

RETROSPECTIVE.--EFFECTS OF COQUETRY.--OBEDIENCE AND DISOBEDIENCE.

Eleanor's unfounded dislike toward Arthur Hamilton did not decrease when

he became her brother-in-law; she chose to believe that he had injured

her by being the only one who had remained proof against all the

fascinations she had thrown in his way. Even in her childhood, if any

one chanced to notice Emmeline more than herself, it was considered a

mortal offense, and the person who had so offended was scarcely spoken

to again. Therefore that Emmeline should be married before herself, and

to the man she intended to captivate, but _not to love_, or wed, was an

offense visited upon her sister by the withdrawal of her speech for six

months, and on Mr. Hamilton by an insulting haughtiness of demeanor

toward him, at which he only smiled; and, to her extreme annoyance, she

found that even as she had failed to fascinate, she equally failed to

offend. He _would_ speak to her, _would_ treat her with courtesy, and

the quiet familiarity of an older relative--and more, actually

remonstrate with her conduct whenever he thought it wrong. It was the

recollection of this time, yet more than actual present feeling, which

had occasioned the mistaken impressions she had infused into both her

children, of the extreme severity and harshness of their uncle,

thoughtlessly indeed, for the present was always all to her, and if she

did think that they might one day be under his charge, she little

imagined the unhappiness and mischief which their supposition of his

unbending sternness might engender.

To Emmeline, the change in her young life was so marvelous, so

complete--care, anxiety, loneliness, that sinking of the whole frame and

heart, from the absence of appreciation and social kindness, had so

departed, leaving in their stead such an intensity of quiet domestic

happiness, that it was long before her full heart could believe it

reality, and rest secure. She had always longed for one to reverence, to

cling to, and her husband gave her room for both. As his betrothed, even

before their marriage, she had been introduced to very different society

to that of the marchioness; she beheld him reverenced, loved, appealed

to by the wisest and the best men, often older than himself. That this

man should so love, cherish, and actually reverence her--no wonder that

under the magic of such feelings her character matured, displaying such

engaging and unsuspected qualities, that even her husband often looked

at her with astonishment, playfully asking her if she could be the same

calm, almost too quiet, and seemingly too cold Emmeline Manvers whom he

had first seen. Her very talents, which had seemed worthless, compared

to her sister's, were called forth by her husband. She found that her

voice and her touch on either piano or harp, could give him exquisite

pleasure, and this once discovered, she made such improvement as almost

to surprise herself. She found the sketches taken from the various

lovely spots in the vicinity of their noble seat, and in which

Devonshire abounds, delighted him, and when Eleanor did visit Oakwood,

she was astounded at the various beautiful drawings, which evinced the

employment of that leisure which she had declared must be even to the

quiet Emmeline a horrid bore.

To Lord Delmont the change in his daughter was much more astonishing

than to her husband. He was very often at Oakwood (particularly when a

little grandson was added to the happy party), for his home under

Eleanor's extravagant and heedless management had lost all the comfort

that Emmeline had bestowed. He had begun, too, to discover that his

darling, his still favorite Eleanor, was not faultless. Emmeline's

generous assistance and determination to spare her father all discomfort

had concealed Eleanor's personal extravagance from him; but after her

marriage, as Eleanor's fashionable amusements increased, so did the

quantity and amount of her bills, which, as the young lady did not seem

inclined to settle them, were sent to her father. Lord Delmont was

painfully startled, and with his usual want of judgment spoke to Eleanor

at the very moment that he felt most angry; unaccustomed to reproof from

him, she retorted with equal passion, and a violent altercation ensued,

which ended in Eleanor ordering the carriage and driving to Lady

Lascelles, declaring she could not think of returning home, till her

father had sufficiently recovered his senses for her to do so in safety.

The interference of Emmeline at length succeeded in restoring peace, but

Lord Delmont's eyes had been rudely opened, and, as is unhappily too

often the case with those weak characters where over-indulgence of

childhood, has occasioned those annoyances of ungoverned youth, he

became irritable and sometimes even harsh with Eleanor, which conduct

threw her still more with Lady Lascelles. As to joining society with Mr.

and Mrs. Hamilton, when they were in London, Eleanor would not hear of

it. But to her sister's great joy, and some surprise, she accepted an

invitation to Oakwood a short time after little Percy's birth; and,

still more surprising, condescended to make herself agreeable. The

London season had tired her, and she thought she might just as well be

dull on the banks of the Dart in August and September as in some stupid

watering-place. Mr. Hamilton, despite her dislike, which she cared not

to avow, she found could be at least very entertaining; her father was

more like his former self, her sister far more delightful and lovely

than she ever thought she could be, and her nephew certainly a pretty

little plague. Then Mr. Hamilton had a beautiful horse entirely for her

use, and she rode exceedingly well, and was greatly admired. She was

seized with an exploring mania, and dragged Emmeline to every old ruin

and dark wood within ten miles of Oakwood. Altogether the impression she

left behind her, after a two months' visit, was such as to ease Mrs.

Hamilton's great anxiety, more especially as it appeared from certain

private conversations, that her affections were for the first time

really engaged, and Emmeline had always fondly hoped that when that

should be the case, Eleanor would become a very different person. Alas!

penetrative as she was, she had not yet learned her sister's character;

simply because utter heartlessness in any woman she could not

comprehend.

Her visit to her father in London, in the winter, removed all their

rising hopes, and caused such increased and intense anxiety, as so to

injure her already delicate health that her husband bore her back to

Oakwood a full month before they had originally intended. Whether or not

Eleanor loved Lord Fitzclair, it was impossible to determine; but that

he devotedly, passionately loved her, was only too evident, not only to

the world, but to herself; and this once confirmed, she left no method

untried to torment, and so, as she declared, to try if his affections

were worth having. He was half an Italian, and had inherited all the

strong, fierce passions of that country, without one atom of

self-control. Mr. Hamilton knew him well, far better than he knew

himself, and conjured him to withdraw from the society of one who could

never make him happy, and whose capricious conduct was so likely to

render him desperate and miserable: he reasoned, entreated in vain. "She

only wants to try the strength of my love," was his sole reply; "and

were she to torment health and life away, it will never change--she will

be mine yet."

And to the astonishment of Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton, two months afterward

he proposed in form, and actually was accepted, with the sole condition

that their engagement should be kept secret till it should please

Eleanor to name the wedding day, which could not be at least for six or

eight months.

This engagement might have eased anxiety, but the condition increased

it, especially, as instead of coming to Oakwood, as Emmeline had asked

and hoped, the latter part of the summer and autumn was to be spent in

Cheltenham with a very gay party, in which Eleanor was still of course

the star. Mrs. Hamilton entered the nursery one morning earlier than

usual, for her infant had not been well the night before, and she had

already experienced the care as well as the joy of a mother. Her babe

was better, and as he lay smilingly and happily in her lap, and watched

the eager movements of his brother, she was only sensible of pleasure.

The nurse had arranged the chairs in a long line, that Master Percy

might, with their help, walk the whole length of the large and airy

room. The feat mightily pleased the little gentleman, who, having

acquired the venerable age of fifteen months, liked better to feel his

feet than crawl on the floor, or be carried about on any limbs but his

own. Every two or three paces he stood nearly alone, and burst into a

loud merry laugh, which was always echoed by a crow of joy from his

little brother.

"Take care, Percy, love, don't fall and frighten mamma," said his young

mother, who was watching him with such pleasure as to send for his

father to share it. When her son, to prove how well he obeyed her

commands to take care, stood for a second without any support, and then

ran quite alone across the room, and with a yet louder laugh hid his

rosy face in her lap. Mrs. Hamilton fondly kissed the little nestling

head, and at that moment her husband entered the room. "Dearest

Arthur," she eagerly exclaimed, "I was actually foolish enough to send

for you. Herbert seems quite well; I was, it seems, needlessly alarmed,

and Percy has this moment--" She stopped in sudden terror, for there was

an expression on her husband's countenance of such unusual agitation,

that though he tried to smile when he heard her words, she could not

conquer her alarm, more than to say, in a caressing voice to her little

boy--

"Will not Percy run to papa, and ask him why he looks so sad?"

The child looked up in her face, and then, as his father held out his

arms to him, let go his mother's dress, and obeyed her. Mr. Hamilton

caught him to his heart, held him for above a minute, kissed him fondly,

and left the nursery without uttering a single word.

"Let me take Master Herbert, ma'am," said the head nurse respectfully,

for she saw that her mistress's unexpressed alarm had nearly overpowered

her; and in a few minutes Emmeline was with her husband, whose agitation

was so excessive, that even his wife's presence, for the moment, had

scarcely power to calm him.

The tale was soon told. Eleanor's conduct since her engagement had been

such as to excite the displeasure, not of her father alone, but actually

of the marchioness; who, though a weak and worldly woman, had yet some

idea of propriety. As a near relation of Lord Delmont, Eleanor's

engagement with Lord Fitzclair was of course told to her, and again and

again she warned her that she was going too far, and might lose her

lover before she was aware of it; but Eleanor only laughed at her, and

at last won her over to the belief that it was certainly better to cure

Fitzclair of his jealous tendency _before_ marriage than afterward. Lord

Delmont's reproofs she was wont to silence, by invariably making them

the signal of mortifying and annoying Lord Fitzclair still more than

usual. Yet still at times she relented, and so strengthened the love she

had excited, so enhanced her own fascinations, that all the agony he had

endured and was still, he knew, to endure, by an incomprehensible

contradiction, riveted her power and hastened his own doom. Weak in all

things but his love, he could not demand as his actual right the

publication of their engagement. Eleanor vowed if he did till she

permitted him, she would have nothing more to say to him. She knew,

though she did not say it, that once made known, a chain would be

thrown round her actions, which she did not choose to endure. And

father, lover, and friend, all feeling she was wrong, and the first and

last repeatedly telling her so, had yet neither of them the resolution

to contend with her, and compel the proper course.

A month of their visit to Cheltenham so passed, when Eleanor's attention

was arrested by a new actor on the scene. She had begun to tire of her

present satellites, and a young military captain, whose furlough from

India had just expired, and whose pale face, somewhat melancholy

expression, and very elegant figure, presented a new subject for

conquest impossible to be resisted; and it was unhappily, only too

easily achieved. She made no secret of her admiration, speaking of him

in such terms to her intended husband as to excite anew every jealous

feeling. It was easy for Captain Fortescue to discover Fitzclair was his

rival; but believing himself decidedly the object of Eleanor's

preference, he increased his attentions, little imagining the storm he

was exciting, the more fearful from its determined suppression. Lord

Delmont interfered several times, not only by reproaches to Eleanor, but

by determined coldness to her new suitor. Finding at length that her

encouragement actually neared a criminal extent, and after a desperately

stormy interview, he solemnly declared that if she did not dismiss

Captain Fortescue at once, he would shame her in the face of the whole

world, by proclaiming her engagement with the young marquis. Eleanor in

equal anger, declared that if he threatened, so too could she; and if he

tormented her any more she would prevent all publication of her

engagement, by herself snapping it asunder, and pledging her faith to

Captain Fortescue. This was too much even for Lord Delmont. Declaring if

she did so, a father's heaviest malediction should fall on her head, he

hastily left her; and Eleanor very composedly went to prepare for an

excursion on horseback with Fortescue, Fitzclair and others.

When Lord Delmont's passions were once roused, even his ordinarily

slender judgment entirely forsook him, and he did that which at another

time, knowing Fitzclair as he did, he would have shrunk from. He sought

him, while still exasperated, upbraided him for his weakness in

permitting Eleanor's unprincipled conduct, and warned him that, if he

did not adopt some strong measures to prevent it, he would certainly

lose her entirely.

The young man heard him without reply; but his face grew livid, and he

clenched his hand till the blood started from the nails, and in this

mood of concentrated passion joined the riding party. The exercise

itself is, to some temperaments, unusually exciting, and the determined

coldness of Eleanor to himself, and the eagerly-received devotion of

Fortescue, maddened him. He demanded an interview with her on their

return home, struggled to speak calmly, expostulated, and, finally,

reproached. Eleanor, already irritated; and, beyond all, that her lover,

in general so obsequious and humble, should dare to call her to account

for mere amusement, combined with the recollection of Captain

Fortescue's flattering vows and willing homage, excited her to an extent

of which she was herself unconscious, inasmuch as she firmly believed,

whatever she might say then, a few soft words would speedily obliterate.

She told him that really his jealous temperament was beyond all

endurance; that he certainly must intend her to despise and abhor him;

and that the contrast he presented to Captain Fortescue was such as to

make her most heartily wish to put an end to their engagement, as she

felt quite sure it must only end in misery for both; and, without

waiting for a reply, she haughtily brushed by him, and disappeared.

Of the extent of Fitzclair's passion Eleanor had not the least idea, and

this is saying a great deal, for she generally exaggerated her own

power. She believed she had inflicted pain, but not as much as he

deserved; and determined that she would torment him yet more at the ball

that evening. But to her extreme mortification, he did not appear, and

there was a vague dread on her spirits as she retired for the night,

which prevented any thing like rest. His absence had excited surprise in

all, especially Lady Lascelles, who knew that to leave Eleanor entirely

to the attentions of young Fortescue was so unprecedented as to bode no

good. But the wildest conjectures were far from reality. The very next

morning all Cheltenham was thrown into the most painful excitement by

the incomprehensible and most extraordinary fact of the suicide of Lord

Fitzclair; by what occasioned, plunged into such mystery that nothing

but sudden aberration of mind was imagined, a belief justified by the

very peculiar temperament and manners of the young nobleman during his

sojourn with them. His will, a valuable present, with a few lines of

regard to his faithful attendant, and a letter addressed to Arthur

Hamilton, Esq., were the sole evidences that the awful deed had not been

committed without some preparation; but as that was often the case with

madness itself, it excited no remark.

The state of Eleanor's mind when these awful tidings were communicated

to her, which they were by her father, in his agitation and anger,

without the least preparation, we leave our readers to imagine.

Hardened, heartless, willful as she was, she was still a woman, and a

very young one, and till Captain Fortescue appeared, had loved, as far

as it was in her nature, Lord Fitzclair. To believe that she had nothing

to do with his miserable end was an attempt so vain and hollow, that

even she shrunk from the hopeless struggle to realize it; remorse in all

its torturing, unmitigated anguish took possession of her, but instead

of leading her to penitence, and thence the hope of peace, it urged her

to a course of action from which she imagined there was no withdrawing;

and which must in time, by removing her from all painful associations,

lessen her present misery.

For three days and nights she never quitted her own apartment, and then

joined her usual circles without the smallest evidence of the internal

agony which was still hers. It was very easy to displace paleness by

artificial roses, and her gay smiles and joyous sallies were tempered

only by a judiciously-expressed horror when the late event was discussed

before her, supposed natural to one who had known him so intimately; but

the hours of loneliness which followed this conduct in society were

terrible indeed. By a strange contrariety of feeling, her better nature

longed for Emmeline, and her artificial, which had, alas! only too

forcibly become her natural self, felt as if she would leave the kingdom

rather than encounter the mild, sorrowful glance of those penetrating

eyes.

Lord Delmont was himself in a most pitiable condition; even minor evils

had always been great to him, and the effect of this, the wish to take

Eleanor away from Captain Fortescue's increased and annoying attentions,

and yet the dread that doing so would connect her with Fitzclair's

death, so distracted him as to render him really ill--information which

instantly brought Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton to Cheltenham.

Some young wives and mothers might have felt it hard that their domestic

enjoyment should so continually have been disturbed and annoyed from the

faults of others; but Emmeline had been accustomed to trace every thing

that created personal suffering to the highest source, and feel that it

was good for her, or it would not be; a conviction that enabled her to

bear with and still to love the erring one that was the visible cause of

pain.

Eleanor was at a gay ball the night of her arrival, and Mrs. Hamilton

requested she might not be informed of it till the following day. About

half an hour before her usual hour of rising after such scenes, she

entered her sister's room. All around her lay the ornaments of the

previous evening, looking so strange, gaudy, and faded in the darkened

room, and judged by the calmer feelings of the morning. A sensation of

intense depression crept over Emmeline as she gazed, increasing as she

looked on the face of the sleeper, which, divested of its unnatural

bloom, looked so fearfully wan and haggard. Her beautiful hair lay in

tangled masses on her damp brow, and as Emmeline gently tried to remove

it, Eleanor started and awoke.

"Is it already time to get up?" she said languidly, and only half

unclosing her eyes; "I feel as if I had not slept at all. Am I

dreaming?" she added, starting up, "or have I slept in one place, and

awoke in another? Am I at Oakwood?"

"No, dearest Eleanor; will you not welcome me to Malvern House?"

The voice, the look, seemed to thrill through her; her temples were

throbbing, her heart weighed down, as it always was when she first

awoke, with an undefinable sense of guilt and pain; she tried to be

cold, proud, reserved, but it would not do, and she suddenly flung her

arms round her sister's neck, and burst into agonized tears.

It was a most unexpected greeting, and Mrs. Hamilton argued hopefully

from it. Alas! the unwonted softening only lasted one brief half hour.

She left her at Eleanor's entreaty while dressing, and when she

returned, though the reckless girl told her with a half smile that she

was ready for her lecture, for she could only have come from Oakwood to

give her one; and that however severe her words might be, she could not

alter her tone, that must be kind, in spite of herself. Yet Emmeline

could not succeed in convincing her how wrongly, how cruelly she had

acted. Eleanor would persist that she was not in the least to blame, and

that poor Fitzclair's fearful end was only owing to his own violent

passions; in fact, that he must have been out of his mind, and that,

though it was certainly very dreadful, she had perhaps escaped a very

terrible doom; but speak as she might, Emmeline was not deceived as to

the agony she was actually enduring. Finding, however, that all her

gentle efforts were useless, that even the perusal of Fitzclair's brief

lines to her husband--which Eleanor insisted on seeing, and in which he

deplored his madness in not having followed his advice, and flown from

her presence, and bade him take his forgiveness to her, and say, that

the means he had adopted would, he trusted, dissolve their engagement to

her satisfaction--had no effect, save in causing her to turn so deadly

pale, that her sister was convinced nothing but an almost supernatural

effort of pride preserved her from fainting. She desisted; hoping

against hope that Eleanor would yet repent and become a different being.

She knew harshness would only harden, and so she tried to prevail on her

father to treat her as usual, but this Lord Delmont could not do. It is

strange how often we find those parents who have been over-indulgent to

childhood, unusually harsh to the faults of youth. Weak characters,

also, when driven to anger, are always more violent than firmer ones;

and, certainly, Eleanor's continued haughtiness and coldness, as if she

were the injured one, did not tend to calm him.

And his angry feelings were unfortunately but too soon aggravated by a

proposal in form from Captain Fortescue for the hand of Eleanor. Without

a moment's delay he dispatched a decided and almost insulting refusal to

the young soldier, and then sought his daughter, and vented on her the

anger and vexation which overpowered him, upbraiding her not only with

the death of Fitzclair, but for having dared so to encourage young

Fortescue as to give him courage for his audacious proposal. To his

astonishment, he was heard without any attempt at reply; but he would

have been startled, could he have seen the pallid cheek, compressed lip,

and clenched hand with which, when he had left her, Eleanor muttered--

"Father, if it be sin to leave you, be it on your own head. I would have

wedded with your consent, had you permitted it; but now my destiny is

fixed. There is no peace in England: at least let me be spared the agony

of breaking another loving heart."

Nearly three weeks rolled on, and Eleanor's extraordinary submission,

and even in some degree withdrawal from society (for which Mrs.

Hamilton's arrival was a good excuse), caused her father's irritation

against her almost entirely to subside. That she passed several hours

each day apart from her sister, excited no surprise. Emmeline was

thankful even for her change of deportment, but nothing confidential

ever again passed between them. That reports were floating about,

connecting the names of Miss Manvers and the late Lord Fitzclair, seemed

little heeded by Eleanor, though they caused natural vexation to her

family. About this time an invitation arrived for Eleanor from a lady of

rank, slightly known to her father, and living ten miles from Cheltenham

in a beautiful villa, at which she expected a select party of

fashionables to ruralize for a week or two. There was nothing in the

note to excite the dread that weighed on Mrs. Hamilton's spirits, as

Eleanor carelessly threw it to her for her perusal, but she would not

express it, as Lord Delmont seemed inclined that Eleanor should accept

it, knowing that the lady was much too exclusive for Captain Fortescue

to join her guests, and believing that Eleanor's apparent indifference

to the visit originated from that cause. Telling her he was so gratified

by her having devoted so many evenings to her sister, he added, she had

his full consent to go if she liked, as he could better spare her than

when Emmeline returned to Oakwood. She quietly thanked him, but evinced

no particular pleasure.

The day before her intended departure, the sisters were sitting

together, and little Percy, who now ran firmly without any falls, was

playing about the room. He had already displayed a high spirit and

passionate temper, with their general accompaniment, self-will, even in

trifles, that Mrs. Hamilton felt would render her task a trying one; but

she was as firm as she was gentle, and faced the pain of contradicting

her darling bravely:--

"Do not touch that, Percy, love," she said, as her little boy stretched

out his hand toward a beautiful but fragile toy, that stood with other

nick-nacks on a low table. The child looked laughingly and archly toward

her, and withdrew his hand, but did not move from the table.

"Come here, Percy, you have not played with these pretty things for a

long time;" and she took from her work-box some gayly colored ivory

balls, which had been his favorite playthings, but just at present they

had lost their charm, and the young gentleman did not move.

Mrs. Hamilton knelt down by him, and said quietly:

"My Percy will not disobey mamma, will he?"

"Me want that;" he replied, in the pretty coaxing tone of infancy; and

he twined his little round arms caressingly round her neck.

Mrs. Hamilton felt very much tempted to indulge him, but she resisted

it.

"But that is not a fit plaything for you, love; besides, it is not mine,

and we must not touch what is not ours. Come and see if we can not find

something just as pretty, that you may have."

And after some minutes' merry play in her lap his mother hoped he had

forgotten it; but the little gentleman was not, he thought, to be so

governed. The forbidden plaything was quietly grasped, and he seated

himself on the ground, in silent but triumphant glee.

Surprised at his sudden silence, Mrs. Hamilton looked toward him. It was

his first act of decided disobedience, and she knew she must not waver.

Young as he was, he had already learned to know when she was displeased,

and when she desired him very gravely to give her the toy, he

passionately threw it down, and burst into a violent fit of crying. His

nurse took him struggling from the room, and Mrs. Hamilton quietly

resumed her work; but there was such an expression of pain in her

countenance, that Eleanor exclaimed,

"Emmeline! I have been watching you for the last half hour, and I can

not comprehend you. Do explain yourself."

"I will if I can;" and Mrs. Hamilton looked up, and smiled.

"Why would you not let that poor little Percy have that toy?"

"Because it would have been encouraging his touching or taking every

thing he sees, whether proper for him or not."

"But he could not understand that."

"Not now, perhaps; but I wish him to know that when I speak, he must

obey me. It is, I think, a mistaken doctrine, that we ought to give

children a _reason_ for all we desire them to do. Obedience can then

never be prompt, as it ought to be. And, in fact, if we wait until they

are old enough to understand the reasons for a command, the task will be

much more difficult, from the ascendency which willfulness may already

have obtained."

"But then why were you so cruel as to send the poor child up-stairs? Was

it not enough to take the toy from him?"

"Not quite; for him to remember that he must not touch it again."

"And do you really think he will not?"

"I can only hope so, Eleanor; but I must not be disheartened if he do.

He is an infant still, and I can not expect him to learn such a

difficult lesson as obedience in one, two, or six lessons."

"And will he love you as much as if you had given it to him?"

"Not at the moment, perhaps, but when he is older he will love me more.

And it is that hope which reconciles me to the pain which refusing to

indulge him costs me now."

"And voluntarily you will bear the pain which had almost brought tears

into the eyes of the severe and stoical Mrs. Hamilton!" exclaimed

Eleanor.

"It was a foolish weakness, my dear Eleanor, for which my husband would

have chidden me; but there must be pain to a mother if called upon to

exert authority, when inclination so strongly points to indulgence."

"Well, if ever I have any thing to do with children, I certainly shall

not be half as particular as you are, Emmeline. I really can not imagine

what harm gratifying myself and Percy could possibly have done."

"If ever you have children, my dear Eleanor, may you have strength of

mind and self-control sufficient to forget self, and refuse the

gratification of the present moment for the welfare of future years!"

Mrs. Hamilton spoke impressively, and something, either in her words or

tone, caused the blood to rush into Eleanor's cheeks, and she hastily

walked to the window; then, as abruptly returning, she kissed her

sister, a very rare token of affection, and declaring she was much too

good for her to understand, quitted the room.

The following day, dressed for her visit, and only waiting for the

carriage, Eleanor, accompanied by Mrs. Hamilton and her little boys,

entered the same apartment. Though not in general fond of nursing,

Eleanor had taken Herbert in her arms, and was playing with him with

unusual fondness; Percy, who had not seen the tempting plaything since

his banishment the preceding day, the moment his eye caught it, to the

astonishment of Eleanor, ran up to his mother, and lisping, "Me no touch

that--Percy good boy now," held up his little face lovingly to hers, and

with a very pardonable feeling of delight, Mrs. Hamilton lifted him up

and covered him with kisses. The feelings which thrilled through Eleanor

at that moment she might indeed have found it difficult to explain, but

she was so conscious of a change of countenance as to hide her face on

Herbert's head. It might have been obedience and disobedience brought so

suddenly and strangely in contrast--and who were the actors? an infant

and herself. For a minute she recovered, stricken with sudden and

agonized remorse; but it was too late, she had gone too far, and the

announcement of the carriage was a relief from that bitter moment of

painful indecision. Placing her baby nephew in his nurse's arms, she

said, caressingly, "Will not Percy give Lina some of those kisses as

well as mamma?" The child threw one little arm round her neck, and the

other round that of his mother, and then burst into a merry laugh at

thus seeing himself as it were a link between them. Never had it seemed

to Eleanor that she had loved and admired her sister as she did at that

moment; all the neglect, unkindness, she had shown her, all the sarcasm

and satire, of which, either before or behind her, she had so often made

her the victim, combined with an intense, but how painfully vain longing

to have resembled her in the remotest degree, rather than be the

character which had never before appeared so degraded, so

hateful--almost overpowered her--a convulsive sob escaped her as she

clasped Emmeline in a close embrace, and almost choked her hurried

good-by! Lord Delmont and Mr. Hamilton were in the hall, and the former

was surprised and delighted at the warmth with which his usually

reckless child returned his kiss and farewell; the carriage drove off

leaving unusual hope and cheerfulness behind it. Alas! in one short

fortnight every rising hope was blighted, Emmeline's momentary dread

fulfilled, and Lord Delmont experiencing, in all its agony,

"How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is,

To have a thankless child"

CHAPTER V.

A HEART AND HOME IN ENGLAND.--A HEART AND HOME IN INDIA.

From the moment Arthur Hamilton returned to Cheltenham with the painful

intelligence that he had arrived at Leith only in time to witness the

departure of the beautiful vessel which contained Captain Fortescue and

the exquisitely lovely bride who had, it seemed, turned the heads of all

the usually quiet Scotsmen who had seen her, Lord Delmont gradually

sunk. The agony of losing her forever--for so he regarded her departure

for, and residence in India for an indeterminate time--conquered every

other feeling. Her conduct had caused emotions of anguish far too deep

for the relieving sensation of anger. The name of the lady from whose

house and by whose connivance she had eloped, he was never heard to

breathe; but, if ever casually mentioned before him, every feature would

become convulsed, and he would instantly leave the room. Often and often

he accused his own harshness as the cause of driving her from him, and

then came, with overwhelming bitterness, the thought that if he lately

had been harsh, surely the recollection of all the indulgent fondness he

had shown demanded some gratitude in return. If she had but written, had

but expressed one wish for his continued love, one regret for his

present pain! But no letter came, and the contending but all-depressing

emotions so completely undermined a constitution never very strong, and

already worn by care, that when another and still heavier trial came, he

sunk at once beneath it.

Though Eleanor had been his favorite, his feelings of pride and hope had

greatly centered in his son, whose career, in five years' active service

on board a man-of-war, had been such as to raise him already to a

lieutenancy, and excite every gratifying emotion, not only in his

immediate family, but in a large circle of admiring friends. Mrs.

Hamilton's love for her brother had naturally increased, strong as it

always had been, even in childhood--and the visits which Charles had

been enabled to make to Oakwood, brief in duration as they were

compelled to be, had always been fraught with heartfelt, joyous

happiness, not only to herself but to her husband. The pain and anxiety

attendant on Eleanor's elopement, and the dread of its effects on Lord

Delmont, had for two or three months been the sole subject of thought;

but at length, and, like a fearful flash bringing a new sorrow to light,

it pressed upon them that it was long after the period that intelligence

of Charles ought to have been received. Still hoping against hope, not

only the Delmont family, but all who had friends and relatives on board

the Leander, imagined that she might have drifted from her course, or

been engaged on some secret and distant expedition, but that

intelligence concerning her would and must soon come. Alas! after months

of agonizing suspense, information was received that several planks and

masts, bearing evidence of fire as well as water, and some sea-chests,

bearing names, only too soon recognized as those of some of the

Leander's crew, had been cast off the coast of Barbary, and there could

be no more doubt that death or slavery--that fearful slavery which the

bombardment of Algiers had so displayed to European eyes--was the

portion of all those beloved ones, for whom so many aching hearts and

eyes had watched and wept in vain. It was a trial so terrible that Mrs.

Hamilton felt at first as if even submission had departed from her; and

she could almost have rebelled in spirit against the inscrutable decree,

that had consigned one so free from vice and evil, so full of happiness

and worth, to a doom so terrible. Much as she had loved and reverenced

her husband before, she seemed never to have felt his worth and

tenderness till then. It was his sympathy, his strength, that recalled

her to a sense of her duty, and gave her power to endure, by a

realization once more of that submissiveness to a Father's will, which

had never before failed her. But time, though it softened the first

anguish, had no power over the memories of this brother, not even when

the increasing cares and joys of maternity so fully engrossed her, that

the present and the future of her children appeared to have banished all

of her own past.

Lord Delmont did not survive the mournful tidings of the certain wreck

of the Leander above two months; but his released spirit did not meet

that of his son. Charles was not dead. He toiled as a slave long years

in living death, before there was even a partial amelioration of his

sufferings. But no tidings of him ever came, a young child of three

years old, a distant branch of the Manvers family, became Lord Delmont.

Years rolled on, and Mrs. Hamilton's lot was so full of tranquil

happiness, so fraught with the innumerable daily joys of a loving wife

and devoted mother, that her prayer was ever rising for guidance, and

gratitude, that prosperity might not unfit her for the dark days of

trial and adversity, when they should come. That she had cares as well

as joys could not be otherwise, when so intensely anxious to bring up

her children with more regard to their spiritual and moral welfare, than

even the cultivation of their intellect. She was one of those who

thought still more of the training of the heart than of the mind,

believing that were the first properly awakened, the latter would need

little incitement to exertion. Two girls had been the sole addition to

her family.

One other wish, and one of many years' standing, Mrs. Hamilton had it in

her power to fulfill. From childhood she had been accustomed to think of

Lucy Harcourt as one, to whom it might one day be in her power to return

the heavy debt of gratitude she owed her mother; she had been accustomed

to correspond with her from very early years; Mrs. Harcourt delighting

in creating a mutual interest between her pupil and the child from whom

circumstances had so sadly separated her. When therefore an event of a

very painful nature to Miss Harcourt's individual feelings compelled

her--as the only hope of regaining peace, and strengthening her for the

arduous duty of instruction, which she knew, as a single woman, was her

sole source of independent subsistence--she had no scruple in accepting

that friendship which Mrs. Hamilton had so warmly proffered. A very few

days of personal intercourse sufficed for mutual conviction, that

correspondence had not deceived in the favorable impressions of either.

Miss Harcourt found, indeed, the friend her aching spirit needed; and

Mrs. Hamilton, long before the months of repose which she had insisted

should forestall the commencement of exertion were over, rejoiced in the

conviction that the daughter of her beloved and regretted friend was

indeed well-fitted for that position in her family--her helper in the

moral and intellectual training of her daughters--which her vivid fancy

had often pictured as so filled. They were indeed but infants when Miss

Harcourt arrived; but Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton found means to overrule the

honorable scruples which, on the part of Lucy, seemed at first against

their plan, and in her gradually returning health and peace, Mrs.

Hamilton not only rejoiced, but felt gratefully thankful that the wish

of so many years' standing, and which had seemed so little likely to be

fulfilled, was absolutely accomplished, and she could prove how deeply

she had loved and mourned her truly maternal friend. It is astonishing

how often, if an earnest, heartfelt desire for the gratification of some

good feeling or for the performance of some good deed be steadily and

unvaryingly held before us, without any regard to its apparent

impossibility, its accomplishment is at length obtained. It is supposed

to be only done so in books, but this is a mistaken supposition, arising

from the simple fact of individuals so often forgetting their own past,

and failing steadily to pursue one object, regardless of the lapse of

years. If they looked into themselves more often and more carefully, if

they sought consistency in desire and pursuit, they would often be

startled at their connection, and that it is not so useless to _wish_

and _seek_, when both are of such a nature as can be based on and

strengthened by prayer, as it may seem. Human life presents as many

startling connections and contingencies as romance--only, as the

_actors_ not the _observers_ of this world's busy scene, we can not

trace them as we do in books.

The thought of Eleanor was the only dark shade in Mrs. Hamilton's life.

She had written to her often, but communication with India was not then

what it is now, and her letters might not have reached their

destination; especially as being in active service, Captain Fortescue

was himself constantly changing his quarters. Whatever the cause (for

Eleanor's letters, Mrs. Hamilton thought, might also have miscarried),

she heard nothing of her till the hurried epistle commenced by her

sister, and finished by Mr. Myrvin, brought the startling intelligence

that she was a widow and dying, unable to reach Oakwood, where she had

hoped at least to have sufficient strength to bring her children, and

implore for them protection and love and conjuring Mrs. Hamilton to come

to her without delay. The letter, imperfectly directed, had been days on

its journey, and it was with the most melancholy forebodings Mr. and

Mrs. Hamilton had started for Llangwillan.

But though it was not till many years after Edward and Ellen Fortescue

became inmates of her family that Mrs. Hamilton became acquainted with

all the particulars of their childhood, it is necessary that our readers

should be rather more enlightened; otherwise the character of Ellen may

be to them as unnatural and as incomprehensible as it was to her aunt.

That Eleanor could realize true happiness in a marriage entered into

only because she could not bear the torture of her own thoughts, and her

constant dread of the world's contumely, was not likely. At first,

indeed, it was a very delightful thing to find herself the object not

only of devotion to her husband (whom, could she entirely have forgotten

Fitzclair, she might have really loved), but a still more brilliant star

in India than she had even been in England. Though Captain Fortescue was

often engaged in marches and countermarches, where Eleanor sometimes,

though very rarely, accompanied him, still there were intervals of rest

for him in the larger cities, where his wife ever shone pre-eminent. For

the first three or four years, the pride he felt in seeing her so

universally admired, in the greater attention he received for her sake,

compensated for, or concealed the qualities, which, as a soldier's wife,

he had fondly believed she would possess. But as his health, always

delicate, became more and more undermined, and compelled him to

relinquish society, at least in a great measure, and to look for the

quiet pleasures of domestic life, he found, and bitter was that first

awakening, that his wishes, his comfort, were of no importance. She

could not resign the pleasures of society--of still being enabled to

pursue the dangerous amusement of her girlhood (though so guardedly that

not a rumor against her ever found breath), for the dullness of her

home. Yet still he loved her; and when Eleanor, with all the fascinating

playfulness of her former self, would caress and try to persuade him to

go out with her, and not sit moping at home, and that if he would, she

would behave just as he liked, and if he did not care to see her

surrounded, as she knew she was, by red coats, she would dismiss them

all, and devote herself to him--but indeed she could not stay at

home--he would feel that it would be cruel indeed to chain such a being

to his side, and sometimes make the exertion (for which he was little

fitted) to accompany her; at others, with kind words and indulgent love,

permit her to follow her own wishes, and remain alone. But little did he

think the real reason that Eleanor could not rest in quiet at home. The

recollection of Lord Fitzclair was at such times so fearfully vivid,

that the very agony she had endured when first told of his fearful end

would return in all its intensity; the thought: Had her father really

cursed her for her disobedience, and was it that forever hovering round

her, preventing any thing like lasting happiness. And yet, by a strange

contradiction, while the idea of her father's curse shook her whole

frame at times with convulsive sobs, pride, that most fatal ingredient

of her character, utterly prevented all attempt on her part to

communicate with her relations. She said, as they had made no effort to

conciliate, she would not; and yet the longing for Emmeline sometimes

became actually painful.

Eleanor was never intended for the heartless, reckless being she had

tried to become. It was a constant and most terrible struggle between

the good and evil parts of her nature, and though the evil triumphed--in

the determination that nothing should change her course of action,

nothing compel her to acknowledge she had ever been in the wrong, and

was really not the perfect creature which flattery was ever ready to

pour into her ear--the good had yet so much power as to make her

miserable, by the conviction, that she was not what she might have

been--that she never could be happy--that every pleasure was hollow,

every amusement vain. Again and again the memories of Emmeline's gentle,

sustaining, ever active piety would come before her, as if beseeching

her to seek the only fount of peace; but so terrible was the

self-reproach, the anguish which the thought called up, that she always

turned from it with a shudder, resolved that religion was never meant

for such as herself, and that its restrictions should never enter her

mind, or its dictates pass her lips.

With the awakening intelligence of her son, however, there seemed one

pleasure not wholly hollow--one enjoyment without the shadow of alloy;

and she grasped it with an avidity and a constancy, that in a character

generally so wavering and inconsistent was almost incredible. That her

son was from his earliest infancy the image of herself, might have added

strength to the feeling; but the intense love, almost idolatry, she felt

toward him, increasing with his growth, did much toward banishing the

unpleasant feelings of remorse and home-sickness. She devoted herself to

her boy, not judiciously indeed, for she was not one to practice

self-denial in education; and as Edward's disposition was not one to

cause her annoyance, even from over-indulgence, there was not even the

check of his ill-temper or rudeness toward herself, to whisper the

fearful evil she was engendering.

What was the emotion which had so riveted her to her son, it might have

been difficult to ascertain; it could scarcely have been the mere

instinct of maternity, for then it would have extended to her daughter;

but as complete as was her indulgence to Edward, so was her neglect of

Ellen.

Colonel Fortescue (for he had gradually attained that rank) had borne,

without complaint, neglect of himself; nay, it had not had power in the

least degree to diminish his love, though it might have awakened him to

the consciousness that his wife was indeed not perfect. Her devotion to

Edward, even undertaking the toilsome task of instruction, had delighted

him; for, at first, having been much from home, he was not conscious of

the lonely fate of his little girl; but when the truth became evident,

that she was an object almost of dislike--that she was left entirely to

the tender mercies of a hireling, and Eleanor only alluded to her, to

contrast her peevishness and stupidity with Edward's happiness and

intellect, all the father was roused within him, and, for the first

time, he felt and expressed serious displeasure. He acknowledged that

his son might, indeed, be superior in beauty and talent, but he would

not allow that Ellen's affections were less warm, or her temper less

capable of guidance. To him, and to all who had in the least attended to

childhood, Ellen's face, even from infancy, expressed not ill-temper,

but suffering. Continually ill, for she inherited her father's

constitution, the poor little infant was constantly crying or fretful;

which Eleanor; never having known what illness was, attributed at once

to a naturally evil temper which annoyed her. The nurse, as ignorant as

she was obsequious, adopted the same opinion; and, before she was even

three years old, harshness, both by nurse and mother, had been

constantly used, to make Ellen as good a child as her brother.

In vain did the colonel, when he became aware of this treatment,

remonstrate that it was the illness of the poor child--neither obstinacy

nor ill-temper: his wife would not understand him, and at length he

sternly and peremptorily declared, that as she had her will with Edward,

he would have his with Ellen, and that no chastisement should be

inflicted. If she did wrong, he was to be told of it, and if necessary

he would reprove her, but he would allow no other interference. Mrs.

Fortescue made not the least objection, believing that as her husband

had thus taken her in charge, she was exonerated from all blame if she

left her entirely to him.

Only too quickly did the poor child discover that the lovely being whom

she called mother, and whom she loved so fondly, had no love, no caress

for her. Repeated punishment, though it had only extended to her fifth

year, had completely crushed the gentle, tender spirit, that had

required such judicious nursing; and combined with physical suffering,

instead of deadening the feelings, as in some dispositions it would

have done, had rendered them morbidly acute--an effect which constant

loneliness naturally deepened. Her father's love and caresses had caused

her to cling to him so passionately, that every word he said, every

request he made her, was treasured and thought upon, when he was away

from her, with a tenacity many would have fancied unnatural in a child.

He taught her, though his heart often bled as he did so (for what claim

had her mother upon the feelings he sought to inculcate), to love,

honor, and obey her mother in all things; that if she did so, she would

be as happy as Edward in time, and Ellen, though she did not understand

him, obeyed; but Colonel Fortescue little imagined the evil which was

accruing from these very natural lessons.

Ellen learned to believe that, as her mother never noticed her, except

in accounts of anger or irritation, it must be her own fault. She longed

to be beautiful and buoyant as Edward; and that she was neither, marked

her in her own young mind as so inferior, it was no wonder her mother

could not caress or love her. Had Edward presumed on his favoritism, and

been unkind or neglectful, she might, perhaps, have envied more than she

loved him; but his disposition was naturally so noble, so open-hearted,

so generous, that he always treated her with affection, and would share

with her his playthings and sweets, even while he could not but believe

her in all things his inferior; and that as such, of course, her wishes

could never cross with his. Poor child, she scarcely knew what it was to

wish, except that she might cling to her mother as she did to her

father, and that she could but be good and beautiful enough to win her

love! The lesson of concealment of every feeling is but too easily and

too early learned. Tears do not flow even from childhood, when always

rudely checked, and angrily reproved. Affection can not display itself

unless called forth; and so the very outward seeming of children is more

in a parent's hand than mere superficial observers may believe: and Mrs.

Fortescue blamed and disliked the cold inanimate exterior which she had

never tried to warm.

Ellen's extreme difficulty in acquiring knowledge, compared with

Edward's extraordinary quickness, only confirmed her painful conviction

of her great inferiority, the impossibility of her ever winning

love--and the consequent increased intensity of her affection for her

father and brother, who loved her notwithstanding. That the child

herself could not have defined these sensations is true, but that they

had existence, even before she was nine years old, and that they

influenced many years of her after-life, causing error and suffering,

and rendering Mrs. Hamilton's task one of pain and difficulty, before

these mistaken influences could be eradicated, is equally so. The power

over early years is so immense, its responsibility so extensive, its

neglect or abuse may indeed make the earnest thinker tremble; less,

perhaps, for the actual amount of general evil, for that circumstances

in after life are sometimes graciously permitted to avert, but for

individual suffering and individual joy--and especially is this the case

in the training of girls. More enduring in their very fragility than

boys, they may be compared to those precious metals which fire and water

and pressure have no power to break, but simply to draw out to a thinner

and thinner thread, dwindling more and more, but to its last

spider-woven fineness capable of tenuity and vitality. While boys, like

men, are often crushed at once--the frame of the one and the spirit of

the other equally unable to endure.

CHAPTER VI.

DOMESTIC DISCORD AND ITS END.

The displeasure of her husband, his reproaches for her conduct to Ellen,

by causing some degree of annoyance, increased Mrs. Fortescue's feelings

of dislike toward the object who had caused it, and this was soon

afterward heightened by self-reproach.

A malignant fever broke out in the British settlement where Colonel

Fortescue was stationed; his wife and children were with him, and,

dreadfully alarmed, Eleanor determined to remove with her children to

some less unhealthy spot. The colonel willingly consented; but before

their hasty preparations were concluded Ellen sickened. Alarm for

Edward, however, so engrossed the mother, that she appeared incapable of

any other thought. In vain Colonel Fortescue urged that his son would be

safe with the friends who had promised to take charge of him, and who

were on the point of leaving the city; that there were none on whom he

could depend so to tend the little sufferer as not to require a guiding

head, and she knew how impossible it was for him to be with his child

as his heart prompted. He urged, entreated, commanded in vain, Mrs.

Fortescue was inexorable. She declared that the idea of her son being

away from her at such a time would drive her mad; and as for duty, one

child demanded her care as much as another; that her husband might not

care about thus exposing her to infection, but she really thought, for

Edward's sake, it was her duty to take care of herself. It might be

nothing to the colonel or Ellen whether she lived or died, but to Edward

it was a great deal; and so as she must choose between them, she would

go with him who loved her best, and who would be miserable without her.

The haughty, angry tone with which she spoke, the unjust taunt, roused

every indignant feeling, and Colonel Fortescue said more in that moment

of irritation than he could have believed possible. But it only awakened

the cold, sustaining pride which Eleanor always called to her aid when

conscience smote her, and she departed with her son, hardening every

better feeling, and rousing anger against her husband and child to

conquer the suffering of self-reproach. But when many miles from the

city of death, and there were no fears for Edward, anxiety and

wretchedness so assailed her, that pride itself gave way. To communicate

with the infected city was difficult, and very infrequent, and again and

again did she wish that she had remained.

During the continuance of Ellen's illness her father's anguish was

indeed terrible. Every leisure moment he spent by her side, moistening

her parched lips, bathing her burning forehead, and listening to the

plaintive accents of delirium with an acuteness of suffering, that

injured his own health more than he had the least idea of. The

attendants were really both kind and skillful, but the colonel fancied,

when he was not with her, she was neglected, and in still greater

suffering; and the struggle between his duties and his child was almost

more than he could bear. He had never been a religious man--never known

what it was to pray, except in the public services of his regiment, but

now prayer, earnest, heartfelt, poured from him, and the thankfulness to

God, which so overpowered him, when she was pronounced out of danger, as

to compel him to weep like a child, planted a sense of a Father's

infinite love and infinite compassion within him, which was his sole

sustainer the short remainder of his life.

Eleanor's letters, few as they were, had in some degree softened his

anger toward her; but as he beheld the ravages of disease on his poor

child's face and form, rendering her still less attractive than she had

been, and perceived that bodily weakness had extended to her mind, and

often and often forced tears from her eyes and momentary complainings,

he trembled lest Eleanor should find still more to dislike and reprove;

and often his heart bled as Ellen would ask with tears, for her dear

mamma, adding, plaintively, "Mamma never kisses me or loves me as she

does Edward; but I like to be near her, and look at her dear beautiful

face, and wish I was good and pretty enough for her to love me. Why does

she never come to me?--and why may I not go to her?"

And what could the colonel reply, except that her mother feared Edward

would take the infection, and therefore she was obliged to go with him

to some place of safety? And his child was satisfied, repeating so

fondly her delight that her dear, dear Edward had been saved from being

as ill as she was, that her father clasped her closer and closer to his

heart, feeling the intrinsic beauty of a disposition that, instead of

repining that she was left alone to suffer, could rejoice that her

brother had been spared.

Colonel Fortescue obtained a few weeks' leave, that he might take his

child to the sea-side as recommended, ere she joined her mother. And

alone with him, gradually regaining a moderate degree of strength, Ellen

was very happy; but such bright intervals were indeed few and far

between. There was no change in her mother's conduct toward her, when

reunited. Her heart had, indeed, risen to her lips as she again beheld

the child so nearly lost; and had she followed impulse, she would have

clasped her in her arms and wept over her, but that would have seemed

tacitly to acknowledge that she had been wrong, and had suffered from

it; and so she refrained, causing suffering to herself, anguish to her

child, and pain to her husband, all from that fell demon, pride. She

only chose to remember that it was Ellen who had been the cause of her

husband's anger--Ellen, the constant subject of contention between

them--Ellen, always causing the pang of self-reproach: and so how was it

possible that she could love her?

About a year after Ellen's dangerous illness, when she was nearly ten,

and Edward just eleven, Colonel Fortescue was ordered to take command of

some troops to be stationed at a fort, whose vicinity to some hostile

natives rendered it rather a post of danger. The wives and children of

the officers were permitted to accompany them, if they wished it, and,

except in the colonel's own family, there had been no hesitation in

their choice. The colonel was strangely and painfully depressed as with

some vague dread, and all his affection for his wife had returned with

such force as to make him shrink in unusual suffering from the idea of

leaving her; and conquering reluctance, for he felt as if she would not

accede, he implored her to accompany him, confessing he felt ill and

unhappy, and shrank from a separation. His wife looked at him with

astonishment; he had never asked nor thought of such a thing before, she

said, in their many brief partings, and she really could not understand

him. The place was decidedly unhealthy, and Edward must not be exposed

to its malaria; besides which, she had promised him to go to a juvenile

ball, which was given by an English family of rank, in a fortnight's

time, and she could not possibly disappoint him; and why her husband

should wish for her in such a place she could not imagine, but she knew

she should die of terror before she had been there a week. Not a word

did the colonel utter in reply, but he felt as if an ice-bolt had struck

his heart and frozen it at once. He fixed his eyes upon her, with a

strange, sad, reproaching look, which haunted her till her death, and

turning from her, sought the room where Ellen was preparing her lessons

for the joyful hour when he could attend to her. As she sprung toward

him with a cry of glee, he clasped her to his bosom, without the power

of uttering a sound, save a groan so deep and hollow, that the child's

unusual glee was checked, and she clung to him in terror; and when he

could tell her that he was about to leave her, and for an indefinite

time, her passionate grief seemed almost to comfort him, by its strong

evidence of her childish love.

"Let me go with you, papa, dear papa! oh! I will be so good--I will not

give you any trouble, indeed, indeed I will not. Pray, pray, take me

with you, dear, dear papa?" And she looked in his face so beseechingly,

that the colonel had no strength to resist, and fondly kissing her, he

promised that if Mrs. Cameron would permit her to join her little

family, she should go with him: and, to Ellen's intense thankfulness,

the permission was willingly accorded.

Mrs. Fortescue had indeed replied, when her husband briefly imparted his

intention, that he certainly must intend Ellen to be ill again, by

exposing her to such an unhealthy climate; and that if she were, he

must not be angry if she refused to go and nurse her, as it would be all

his weak indulgence, and no fault of hers. The colonel made no answer,

and irritated beyond measure at his manner, Eleanor parted from her

husband in coldness and in pride.

The fortnight passed, and Mrs. Fortescue felt as if her own youth were

indeed renewed, the longings for universal admiration again her own; but

now it was only for her son, and her triumph was complete; many and

lovely were the youthful beings called together on that festive night,

seeming as if England had concentrated her fairest and purest offspring

in that far distant land; but Edward, and his still lovely mother,

outshone them all. That she was herself admired as much, if not more,

than she had ever been in her palmy days of triumph, Eleanor scarcely

knew; her every feeling was centered in her boy, and consequently the

supercilious haughtiness which had so often marred her beauty in former

days was entirely laid aside, and maternal pride and pleasure gratified

to the utmost, added a new charm to her every movement and every word.

She heard the universal burst of admiration which greeted her, as to

oblige Edward she went through a quadrille with him, and never in her

whole career had she felt so triumphant, so proud, so joyous. During the

past fortnight she had often been tormented by self-reproach, and her

husband's look had disagreeably haunted her; but this night not a

fleeting thought of either the colonel or Ellen entered her mind, and

her pleasure was complete.

Tired with dancing, and rather oppressed with the heat, Eleanor quitted

the crowded ball-room, and stood for a few minutes quite alone in a

solitary part of the verandah, which, covered with lovely flowers, ran

round the house. The music in the ball-room sounded in the distance as

if borne by the night breeze in softened harmony over the distant hills.

The moon was at the full, and lit up nearly the whole garden with the

refulgence of a milder day. At that moment a cold chill crept over the

heart and frame of Eleanor, causing her breath to come thick and

gaspingly. Why, she knew not, for there was nothing visible to cause it,

save that, in one part of the garden, a cluster of dark shrubs, only

partly illuminated by the rays of the moon, seemed suddenly to have

assumed the shape of a funeral bier, covered with a military pall. At

the same moment the music in the ball-room seemed changed to the low

wailing plaint and muffled drums, the military homage to some mighty

dead. And if it were indeed but excited fancy, it had a strange effect,

for Eleanor fainted on the marble floor.

That same afternoon Colonel Fortescue, with some picked men, had set off

to discover the track of some marauding natives, who for some days had

been observed hovering about the neighborhood. Military ardor carried

him farther than he intended, and it was nearly night, when entering a

narrow defile, a large body of the enemy burst upon them, and a

desperate contest ensued. The defile was so hemmed in with rock and

mountain, that though not very distant from the fort, the noise of the

engagement had not been distinguished. Captain Cameron was quietly

sitting with his wife and elder children, awaiting without any

forebodings the return of the colonel. Though it was late, Ellen's fears

had been so visible, that Mrs. Cameron could not send her to bed; the

child seemed so restless and uneasy that the captain had tried to laugh

her out of her cowardice, as he called it, declaring that her father

would disown her if she could not be more brave. Hasty footsteps were at

length heard approaching, and Ellen started from her seat and sprung

forward, as the door opened; but it was not the colonel, only a

sergeant, who had accompanied him, and whose face caused Captain Cameron

to exclaim, in alarm, "How now, Sergeant Allen, returned, and alone;

what has chanced?"

"The worst those brown devils could have done!" was the energetic reply.

"We've beaten them, and we will beat them again, the villains! but that

will not bring _him_ back--captain--captain--the colonel's down!"

The captain started from his chair, but before he could frame another

word, Ellen had caught hold of the old man's arm, and wildly exclaimed,

"Do you mean--do you mean, pray tell me, Sergeant Allen!--Have the

natives met papa's troop, and have they fought?--and--is he hurt--is he

killed?" The man could not answer her--for her look and tone, he

afterward declared to his comrades, went through his heart, just for all

the world like a saber cut; and for the moment neither Captain nor Mrs.

Cameron could address her. The shock seemed to have banished voice from

all, save from the poor child principally concerned.

"Stay with me, my dear Ellen!" Mrs. Cameron at length said, advancing to

her, as she stood still clinging to the sergeant's arm: "the captain

will go and meet your father, and if he be wounded, we will nurse him

together, dearest! Stay with me."

"No, no, no!" was the agonized reply; "let me go to him, he may die

before they bring him here, and I shall never feel his kiss or hear him

bless me again. He told me he should fall in battle--oh! Mrs. Cameron,

pray let me go to him?"

And they who knew all which that father was to his poor Ellen, could not

resist that appeal. The sergeant said the colonel was not dead, but so

mortally wounded they feared to move him. It was a fearful scene. Death

in its most horrid form was all around her; her little feet were

literally deluged in blood, and she frequently stumbled over the dusky

forms and mangled and severed limbs that lay on the grass, but neither

sob nor cry escaped her till she beheld her father. His men had removed

him from the immediate scene of slaughter, and tried to form a rough

pallet of military cloaks, but the ghastly countenance, which the moon's

light rendered still more fixed and pallid, the rigidity of his limbs,

all seemed to denote they had indeed arrived too late, and that terrible

stillness was broken by the convulsed and passionate sobs of the poor

child, who, flinging herself beside him, besought him only to open his

eyes, to look upon her once more, to call her his darling, and kiss her

once, only once again: and it seemed as if her voice had indeed power to

recall the fluttering soul. The heavy eyes did unclose, the clenched

hand relaxed to try and clasp his child, and he murmured feebly--

"How came you here, my poor darling Ellen? are friends here?--is that

Cameron's voice?" The captain knelt down by him and convulsively pressed

his hand, but he could not speak.

"God bless you, Cameron! Take my poor child to her mother--implore

her--to--and it is to-night, this very night--she and my boy are

happy--and I--and my poor Ellen--" A fearful convulsion choked his

voice, but after a little while he tried to speak again--

"My poor child, I have prepared you for this; but I know you must grieve

for me. Take my blessing to your brother, tell him to protect--love your

mother, darling! she must love you at last--a ring--my left hand--take

it to her--oh! how I have loved her--God have mercy on her--on my poor

children!" He tried to press his lips again on Ellen's cheek and brow,

but the effort was vain--and at the very moment Mrs. Fortescue had

stood transfixed by some unknown terror, her husband ceased to breathe.

It was long before Ellen rallied from that terrible scene. Even when the

fever which followed subsided, and she had been taken, apparently

perfectly restored to health, once more to her mother and brother, its

recollection so haunted her, that her many lonely hours became fraught

with intense suffering. Her imagination, already only too morbid, dwelt

again and again upon the minutest particular of that field of horror;

not only her father, but the objects which, when her whole heart was

wrapped in him, she seemed not even to have seen. The ghastly heaps of

dead, the severed limbs, the mangled trunks, the gleaming faces all

fixed in the distorted expressions with which they died--the very hollow

groans and louder cry of pain which, as she passed through the field,

had fallen on her ear unheeded, returned to the poor child's too early

awakened fancy so vividly, that often and often it was only a powerful

though almost unconscious effort that prevented the scream of fear. Her

father's last words were never forgotten; she would not only continue to

love her mother because he had desired her to do so, but because _he had

so loved her_, and on her first return home this seemed easier than ever

to accomplish. Mrs. Fortescue, tortured by remorse and grief, had

somewhat softened toward the child who had received the last breath of

her husband; and could Ellen have overcome the reserve and fear which so

many years of estrangement had engendered, and given vent to the warmth

of her nature, Mrs. Fortescue might have learned to know, and knowing,

to love her--but it was then too late.

So torturing were Mrs. Fortescue's feelings when she recalled the last

request of her husband, and her cruel and haughty refusal; when that

which had seemed so important, a juvenile ball--because not to go would

disappoint Edward--became associated with his fearful death, and sunk

into worse than nothing--she had parted with him in anger, and it proved

forever;--that even as England had become odious to her, twelve years

before, so did India now; and she suddenly resolved to quit it, and

return to the relatives she had neglected so long, but toward whom she

now yearned more than ever. She thought and believed such a complete

change would and must bring peace. Alas! what change will remove the

torture of remorse?

Though incapable of real love, from her studied heartlessness, it was

impossible for her to have lived twelve years with one so indulgent and

fond as Colonel Fortescue, without realizing some degree of affection,

and his unexpected and awful death roused every previously dormant

feeling so powerfully, that she was astonished at herself, and in her

misery believed that the feeling had only come, to add to her

burden--for what was the use of loving now? and determined to rouse

herself, she made every preparation for immediate departure, but she was

painfully arrested. The selfish mother had fled from the couch of her

suffering child, and now a variation of the same complaint laid her on a

bed of pain. It was a desperate struggle between life and death; but she

rallied, and insisted on taking her passage for England some weeks

before her medical attendant thought it advisable. The constant struggle

between the whisperings of good and the dominion of evil, which her

whole life had been, had unconsciously undermined a constitution

naturally good; and when to this was added a malignant disease, though

brief in itself, the seeds of a mortal complaint were planted, which,

ere the long voyage was concluded, had obtained fatal and irremediable

ascendency, and occasioned those sufferings and death which in our first

chapters we described.

To Edward, though the death of his father had caused him much childish

grief, still more perhaps from sympathy with the deep suffering of his

mother, than a perfect consciousness of his own heavy loss, the _manner_

in which he died was to him a source of actual pride. He had always

loved the histories of heroes, military and naval, and gloried in the

idea that his father had been one of them, and died as they did, bravely

fighting against superior numbers, and in the moment of a glorious

victory. He had never seen death, and imagined not all the attendant

horrors of such a one; and how that Ellen could never even hear the word

without shuddering he could not understand, nor why she should always so

painfully shrink from the remotest reference to that night, which was

only associated in his mind with emotions of pleasure. In the tedious

voyage of nearly six months (for five-and-twenty years ago the voyage

from India to England was not what it is now), the character of Edward

shone forth in such noble coloring as almost to excuse his mother's

idolatry, and win for him the regard of passengers and crew. Captain

Cameron had impressed on his mind that he now stood in his father's

place to his mother and sister; and as the idea of protecting is always

a strong incentive to manliness in a boy, however youthful, Edward well

redeemed the charge, so devoting himself not only to his mother, but to

Ellen, that her affection for him redoubled, as did her mistaken idea of

his vast superiority.

His taste had always pointed to the naval in preference to the military

profession, and the voyage confirmed it. Before he had been a month on

board he had become practically an expert sailor--had learned all the

technical names of the various parts of a ship, and evinced the most

eager desire for the acquirement of navigation. Nor did he fail in the

true sailor spirit, when, almost within sight of England, a tremendous

storm arose, reducing the vessel almost to a wreck, carrying her far

from her destined moorings, and compelling her, after ten days' doubt

whether or not she would reach land in safety, to anchor in Milford

Haven, there to repair her injuries, ere she could be again seaworthy.

The passengers here left her, and Mrs. Fortescue, whose illness the

terrors of the storm had most alarmingly increased, was conveyed to

Pembroke in an almost exhausted state; but once on land she rallied,

resolved on instantly proceeding to Swansea, then cross to Devonshire,

and travel direct to Oakwood, where she had no doubt her sister was. But

her temper was destined to be tried still more. The servant who had

accompanied her from India, an Englishwoman, tired out with the fretful

impatience of Mrs. Fortescue during the voyage, and disappointed that

she did not at once proceed to London, demanded her instant discharge,

as she could not stay any longer from her friends. The visible illness

of her mistress might have spared this unfeeling act, but Eleanor had

never shown feeling or kindness to her inferiors, and therefore,

perhaps, had no right to expect them. Her suppressed anger and annoyance

so increased physical suffering, that had it not been for her children

she must have sunk at once; but for their sakes she struggled with that

deadly exhaustion, and set off the very next morning, without any

attendant, for Swansea. They were not above thirty miles from this town

when, despite her every effort, Mrs. Fortescue became too ill to

proceed. There was no appearance of a town or village, but the owners of

a half-way house, pitying the desolate condition of the travelers,

directed the postboy to the village of Llangwillan; which, though out of

the direct road and four or five miles distant, was yet the nearest

place of shelter. And never in her whole life had Mrs. Fortescue

experienced such a blessed sensation of physical relief, as when the

benevolent exertions of Mr. Myrvin had installed her in widow Morgan's

humble dwelling, and by means of soothing medicine and deep repose in

some degree relieved the torture of a burning brain and aching frame.

Still she hoped to rally, and obtain strength sufficient to proceed; and

bitter was the anguish when the hope was compelled to be

relinquished.--With all that followed, our readers are already

acquainted, and we will, therefore, at once seek the acquaintance of

Mrs. Hamilton's own family, whose "Traits of Character" will, we hope,

illustrate other and happier home influences than those of indiscreet

indulgence and culpable neglect.

PART II.

TRAITS OF CHARACTER.

CHAPTER I.

YOUTHFUL COLLOQUY--INTRODUCING CHARACTER

The curtains were drawn close, the large lamp was on the table, and a

cheerful fire blazing in the grate; for though only September, the room

was sufficiently large, and the evenings sufficiently chill, for a fire

to add greatly to its aspect of true English comfort. There were many

admirable pictures suspended on the walls, and well-filled book-cases,

desks, and maps, stands of beautiful flowers, and some ingenious toys,

all seeming to proclaim the apartment as the especial possession of the

young party who were this evening busily engaged at the large round

table which occupied the centre of the room. They were only four in

number, but what with a large desk piled with books and some most

alarming-sized dictionaries, which occupied the elder of the two lads,

the embroidery frame of the elder girl, the dissected map before her

sister, and two or three books scattered round the younger boy, the

table seemed so well filled that Miss Harcourt had quietly ensconced

herself in her own private little corner, sufficiently near to take an

interest, and sometimes join in the conversation of her youthful charge;

but so apart as to be no restraint upon them, and to enable her to

pursue her own occupations of either reading, writing, or working

uninterruptedly. Could poor Mrs. Fortescue have glanced on the happy

group, she certainly might have told her sister, with some show of

justice, that there was such an equal distribution of interesting and

animated expression (which is the great beauty of youth), that she could

not have known the trial of having such a heavy, dull, unhappy child as

Ellen. Mrs. Hamilton, indeed, we rather think, would not have considered

such a trial, except as it proved ill-health and physical pain in the

little sufferer; and, perhaps her increased care and tenderness (for

such with her would have been the consequence of the same cause which

had created her sister's neglect) might have removed both the depression

of constant but impalpable illness, and the expression of heaviness and

gloom. Certain it is, that her own Herbert had, with regard to delicate

health, given her more real and constant anxiety than Eleanor had ever

allowed herself to experience with Ellen; but there was nothing in the

boy's peculiarly interesting countenance to denote the physical

suffering he very often endured. Care and love had so surrounded his

path with blessings, that he was often heard to declare, that he never

even wished to be as strong as his brother, or to share his active

pleasures, he had so many others equally delightful. Whether it was his

physical temperament, inducing a habitude of reflection and studious

thought much beyond his years, or whether the unusually gifted mind

worked on the frame, or the one combined to form the other, it would be

as impossible to decide with regard to him as with hundreds of others

like him; but he certainly seemed, not only to his parents, but to their

whole household, and to every one who casually associated with him, to

have more in him of heaven than earth; as if indeed he were only lent,

not given. And often, and often his mother's heart ached with its very

intensity of love, causing the unspoken dread--how might she hope to

retain one so faultless, and yet so full of every human sympathy and

love! The delicate complexion, beautiful color of his cheeks and lips,

and large soft, very dark blue eye, with its long black lash, high,

arched brow, shaded by glossy chestnut hair, were all so lit up with the

rays of mind, that though his face returned again and again to the fancy

of those who had only once beheld it, they could scarcely have recalled

a single feature, feeling only the almost angelic expression of the

whole.

His brother, as full of mirth and mischief, and as noisy and

laughter-loving as Herbert was quiet and thoughtful, made his way at

once, winning regard by storm, and retaining it by his frank and

generous qualities, which made him a favorite with young and old. Even

in his hours of study, there was not the least evidence of reflection or

soberness. As a child he had had much to contend with, in the way of

passion, pride, and self-will; but his home influence had been such a

judicious blending of indulgence and firmness on the part of both his

parents, such a persevering inculcation of a strong sense of duty,

religious and moral, that at fifteen his difficulties had been all

nearly overcome; and, except when occasional acts of thoughtlessness and

hasty impulse lured him into error and its painful consequences, he was

as happy and as good a lad as even his anxious mother could desire.

The elder of his two sisters resembled him in the bright, dark, flashing

eye, the straight intellectual brow, the rich dark brown hair and

well-formed mouth; but the expression was so different at present, that

it was often difficult to trace the likeness that actually existed.

Haughtiness, and but too often ill-temper, threw a shade over a

countenance, which when happy and animated was not only attractive then,

but gave a fair promise of great beauty in after years. The disposition

of Caroline Hamilton was in fact naturally so similar to that of her

aunt, Mrs. Fortescue, that Mrs. Hamilton's task with her was not only

more difficult and painful in the present than with any of the others,

but her dread of the future at times so overpowering, that it required

all her husband's influence to calm her, by returning trust in Him, who

had promised to answer all who called upon Him, and would bless that

mother's toils which were based on, and looked up alone, to His

influence on her child, and guidance for herself.

The blue-eyed, fair-haired, graceful, little Emmeline, not only the

youngest of the family, but, from her slight figure, delicate, small

features, and childish manner, appearing even much younger than she was,

was indeed a source of joy and love to all, seeming as if sorrow, except

for others, could not approach her. She had indeed much that required a

carefully guiding hand, in a yielding weakness of disposition, indolent

habit in learning, an unrestrained fancy, and its general accompaniment,

over-sensitiveness of feeling, but so easily guided by affection, and

with a disposition so sweet and gentle, that a word from her mother was

always enough. Mrs. Hamilton had little fears for her, except, indeed,

as for the vast capability of individual suffering which such a

disposition engendered, in those trials which it was scarcely possible

she might hope to pass through life without. There was only one

safeguard, one unfailing comfort, for a character like hers, and that

was a deep ever-present sense of religion, which untiringly, and yet

more by example than by precept, her parents endeavored to instill.

Greatly, indeed, would both Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton have been astonished,

had they been told that the little girl, Ellen Fortescue, who to both

was such an enigma, and who was seemingly in all things so utterly

unlike their Emmeline, was in natural disposition _exactly the same_;

and that the vast difference in present and future character simply

arose from the fact, that the early influences of the one were sorrow

and neglect, and of the other, happiness and love.

"I wonder whether mamma and papa will really come home to-night;"

observed Caroline, after several minutes of unbroken silence, all

seemingly so engrossed in their own occupations as to have no

inclination to speak. "And if they do, I wish we could know the exact

time, I do so hate expecting and being disappointed."

"Then neither wonder nor expect, my sage sister," replied Percy,

without, however, raising his head or interrupting his writing; "and I

will give you two capital reasons for my advice. Firstly, wonder is the

offspring of ignorance, and has two opposite effects on my sex and on

yours. With us it is closely connected with philosophy, for we are told

in 'wonder all philosophy begins, in wonder it ends, and adoration fills

up the interspace;' but with you, poor weak creatures, the only effect

it produces is increased curiosity, of which you have naturally a more

than adequate supply. Secondly, if you begin to wonder and expect, and

speculate as to the ayes and noes of a contingency to-night, you will

not cease talking till mamma really does appear; and then good-by to my

theme, for to write while your tongue is running, is impossible. So

pray, take my advice, on consideration that you have had as good a

sermon from me as my reverend brother Herbert can ever hope to give."

"I do not think mamma and papa will be quite satisfied if he do not give

us a much better one, even the very first time he attempts it;" rejoined

Emmeline, with a very arch look at her brother.

"What, you against me, Miss Emmy! and beginning to talk too. You forget

what an important personage I am, during papa's absence especially; and

that as such, I am not to be insulted with impunity. So here goes--as a

fresh exercise for your patience!" And he mingled all the fixed and

unfixed parts of her map in most bewildering confusion, regardless of

her laughing entreaty to let them alone.

"You have tried a very bad way to keep me quiet, Percy," continued

Caroline; "you must either explain why wonder may not equally have the

same good effect on us as on you, or retract your words entirely. You

know you would not have expressed such a contemptuous opinion, if mamma

had been present."

"My mother is such a very superior person, that when she is present her

superiority extends over her whole sex, Caroline; even you are safe,

because, as her child, it is to be hoped that one of these days you may

be something like her: exactly, I do not expect--two such woman as my

mother can not exist."

"As if your opinion were of such importance, Percy," replied Caroline

haughtily; "it really is very little consequence to me whether you think

me like mamma or not."

"It is to me, though," rejoined Emmeline, earnestly; "I would rather be

like mamma than like any body else, and I should like Percy to think I

was, because then he would love me still more."

"Bravo, my little Em.; spoken almost as well as I could myself, and, as

a reward, as soon as this most annoying piece of erudition is

accomplished, I will help you with your map why, you silly little thing,

you have put Kamschatka as the terra firma of South America; no doubt

that ice and snow would be very welcome there, but how the Americans

would stare to see the fur-clad Kamschatkans such near neighbors. That's

it, go on, puzzle away till I can help you. And you Miss Caroline,

retain your contempt of my opinion, and may you never repent it."

"I thought you told me not to talk, Percy," replied his sister; "and I

should like to know who is talking the most, you or I? You will not

finish what you are doing before the bell rings for prayers, if you go

on in this way."

"That proves how little you know the extent of my powers. I have only to

make a clean copy of these learned reflections. Why, in the name of all

the gods, were there such provokingly clever people as Seneca, Cicero,

Pliny, and a host of others! or, if they must be wise, why did they not

burn all the written wisdom, instead of leaving it as a means of torture

in the hands of learned pedagogues, yclept schoolmasters, and as a curse

on those poor unfortunates whose noddles are not wise enough to contain

it."

"I should be very sorry if all the ancient authors were thus

annihilated," observed Herbert, looking up from his book with a bright

smile. "I should lose a great deal of enjoyment even now, and still more

by-and-by, when I know more."

"Ay, but my dear fellow, your head is not quite so like a sieve as mine.

Yours receives, contains, digests, and sends forth the matter improved

by your own ideas; but as for mine, the matter undoubtedly enters, but

runs out again, and only leaves behind that which is too large and gross

to pass through. No, no, Bertie, your head and mine are not related even

in the twentieth degree of consanguinity, however nearly connected their

masters may be. Hush! not a word; I have only one line more; what a wise

man that was to be sure, who said 'Otiosum esse quam nihil

agere'--better to be idle than doing nothing. Don't shake your head and

laugh, Emmy. Vale: never did I say good-by so willingly. Hurrah! mamma

and papa may come home when they like now. Cast your eyes over it

Herbert; just tell me if it look correct, and then vale books--vale

pens--vale desk for to-night!" He placed his writing on his brother's

open bunk, threw his dictionary and grammar high in air, and dexterously

caught them as they fell, piled up his books, closed his desk, and then,

with a comical sigh of relief, flung himself full length on a sofa.

"Now that you have finished your task, Percy, perhaps you will have the

kindness to inform us why at this time of the evening you have been

writing Latin?" inquired Caroline.

"And open my wound afresh! However, it is quite right that Miss Harcourt

should know that, if I am ill from over-study to-morrow, it is her

doing."

"Mine!" answered Miss Harcourt, laughing; "pray explain yourself, young

man, for I am so perfectly innocent as not even to understand you."

"Did you not this morning give me a message to Lady Helen Grahame?"

"I did; you passed her house on your way to Mr. Howard's."

"Well, then, if you had not given me the message, much as I felt

disinclined to pore over musty books and foolscap paper, from the

extreme loveliness of the morning, I should have nerved myself to go

straight on to the Rectory. Lady Helen was not visible, so I tarried,

believing your message of vital importance, and Annie came to

me--by-the-by, what a little woman that child is; Emmeline, you are a

baby to her. I wonder she condescends to associate with you."

"I do not think she is at all fond of me--Caroline is her friend,"

replied Emmeline; "but what can Annie have to do with your Latin?"

"A great deal--for she talked and we walked, and time walked too, and by

the time I had seen Lady Helen, it was two hours later than I ought to

have been with Mr. Howard. On I went, feeling not particularly

comfortable; but though it is clear logic that if Miss Harcourt had not

sent me to Lady Helen's I should not have been led into temptation, I

was magnanimous enough not to mention her, but to lay the whole blame of

my non-appearance, on my own disinclination for any study but that of

nature. Mr. Howard looked grave and sorrowful--I wish to heaven he was

more like any other schoolmaster; that look and tone of his are worse

than any rod!--and to redeem my lost time in the morning, I was desired

to write a Latin theme on a letter of Pliny's this evening. And now that

I have satisfied all your inquiries, please satisfy mine. Is there any

chance of mamma's coming home to-night?"

"Every probability," replied Miss Harcourt. "It only depends on your

cousin, who is so very delicate, that if she were too fatigued, Mr.

Hamilton would remain at Exeter to-night, and proceed here early

to-morrow."

"Well, my little cousin, though I have not the pleasure of knowing you,

I hope you will be so kind as to let mamma come on to-night, for we have

been too long without her, and I long to resign to papa his robes of

office, for they sit mightily like borrowed plumes upon me. Mamma writes

of Ellen and Edward--I wonder what they are like! Come, Tiny, paint them

for me--your fertile fancy generally fills up the shadow of a name."

"I can not, Percy, for I am afraid my pictures would not be agreeable."

"Not agreeable!" repeated Percy and Miss Harcourt together. "Why not?"

Emmeline hesitated, then answered ingenuously, "We are so very, very

happy together, that I do not feel quite sure that I am glad my cousins

are going to live with us."

"What! are you afraid I shall love Ellen more than you, Emmy?" exclaimed

her brother, starting up and sitting on her chair; "do not be alarmed,

Tiny; no cousin shall take your place."

"Indeed I am not afraid of that, Percy, dear," she replied, looking so

fondly in his face, that he gave her a hearty kiss. "I can not tell why

I should feel half sorry that they are coming, but I am quite sure I

will do all I can to make them happy."

"You could not do otherwise if you were to try, Tiny. Come, Caroline,

what say you? We have all been thinking about them, so we may as well

give each other the benefit of our thoughts."

"Suppose I do not feel inclined to do so?"

"Why we must all believe you are ashamed of them," replied Percy

quickly, "and if you are, I know who has made you so. I would lay any

wager, the whole time you have been with Lady Helen Grahame, since mamma

has been away, she has been talking of nothing else--look, look, she is

blushing--I am right."

"And if she did," replied Caroline, very much provoked, "she said

nothing that I am ashamed of repeating. She knew my aunt before she went

to India, and I am sure if her children are like her, they will be no

agreeable additions to our family."

"Bravo, Caroline! you really are an apt pupil; Lady Helen's words and

manner completely! but you may have one comfort; children are not always

like their parents, and if they are as unlike Lady Helen's description

of my poor aunt (which by the way she had no right to give, nor you to

listen to) as you are at this moment unlike mamma, we shall get on

capitally, and need have no fears about them."

"Percy you are intolerably disagreeable!"

"Because I speak the sad, sober truth? Caroline, do pray, get rid of

that dawning ill temper, before mamma comes; it will not be a pleasant

welcome home."

"I am not ill-tempered, Percy: I suppose I may have my own opinion of

Ellen and Edward, as well as all of you," replied his sister angrily.

"But do not let it be an unkind one, without knowing them, dear

Caroline," observed Herbert gently; "it is so very difficult to get rid

of a prejudice when once it has entered our minds, even when we know and

feel that it is a wrong one. I am sure if we only thought how sad it is

that they have neither father nor mother to love them, and are coming

all among strangers--born in a strange land too--we should find quite

enough to think kindly about, and leave all wonder as to what they will

be like, till we know them. I dare say we shall often have to bear and

forbear, but that we have to do with each other, and it will only be one

brother and sister more."

"Brother and sister! I am sure I shall not think of them so, Herbert,

however you may. My father might have been a nobleman, and who knows any

thing of theirs?"

"Caroline, how can you be so ridiculous!" exclaimed Percy, with a most

provoking fit of laughter. "Their father served and died for his

king--as our grandfather did; and had he lived might have been offered a

title too--and their mother--really I think you are very insulting to

mamma: her sister's children I should imagine quite as high in rank as

ourselves!"

"And even if they were not--what would it signify?" rejoined Herbert.

"Dear Caroline, pray do not talk or think so; it makes me feel so sorry,

for I know how wrong it is--we might have been in their place."

"I really can not fancy any thing so utterly impossible," interrupted

Caroline, "so you may spare the supposition, Herbert."

"It is no use, Bertie; you must bring the antipodes together, before you

and Caroline will think alike," interposed Percy, perceiving with regret

the expression of pain on his brother's face, and always ready to guard

him either from physical or mental suffering, feeling instinctively

that, from his extraordinary mind and vivid sense of duty, he was liable

to the latter, from many causes which other natures would pass

unnoticed.

Miss Harcourt did not join the conversation. It had always been Mrs.

Hamilton's wish that in their intercourse with each other, her children

should be as unrestrained as if they had been alone. Had Caroline's

sentiments received encouragement, she would have interfered; but the

raillery of Percy and the earnestness of Herbert, she knew were more

likely to produce an effect than any thing like a rebuke from herself,

which would only have caused restraint before her in future. It was

through this perfect unrestraint that Mrs. Hamilton had become so

thoroughly acquainted with the several characters of her children. That

Caroline's sentiments caused her often real pain was true, but it was

far better to know them, and endeavor to correct and remove them, by

causing education to bear upon the faults they revealed, than to find

them concealed from her by the constant fear of words of reproof.

To remove Herbert's unusual seriousness, Percy continued, laughingly--

"Miss Harcourt, what are your thoughts on this momentous subject? It is

no use asking Herbert's, we all know them without his telling us; but

you are almost the principally concerned of the present party, for Ellen

will bring you the trouble of another pupil."

"I shall not regret it, Percy; but only shall rejoice if I can in any

way lessen your mother's increased charge. As for what your cousins will

be like, I candidly tell you, I have scarcely thought about it. I have

no doubt we shall find them strange and shy at first; but we must do all

we can to make them feel they are no strangers."

"And now, then, it only remains for the right honorable me to speak; and

really Emmy and Herbert and you have told my story, and left me nothing.

I do not know whether I am pleased or not, but I am very sorry for them;

and it will be capital if this Master Edward turns out a lad of spirit

and mischief, and not over-learned or too fond of study--one, in fact,

that I can associate with, without feeling such a painful sensation of

inferiority as I do when in company with my right reverend brother."

"Dear Percy, do not call me reverend," said Herbert, appealingly: "I

feel it almost a mockery now, when I am so very far from being worthy to

become a clergyman."

"You are a good fellow, Bertie; and I will not tease you, if I can help

it--but really I do not mean it for mockery; you know, or ought to know,

that you are better now than half the clergymen who have taken orders,

and as much superior to me in goodness as in talent."

"Indeed I know no such thing, Percy; I am not nearly so strong in health

as you are, and am therefore, naturally more fond of quiet pleasures:

and as for talent, if you were as fond of application as of frolic, you

would leave me far behind."

"Wrong, Bertie, quite wrong! but think of yourself as you please, I know

what every body thinks of you. Hush! is that the sound of a carriage, or

only the wind making love to the old oaks?"

"The wind making love, Percy!" repeated Emmeline, laughing; "I neither

hear that, nor the carriage wheels kissing the ground."

"Well done, Tiny! my poetry is beaten hollow; but there--there--I am

sure it is a carriage!" and Percy bounded from the table so impetuously

as nearly to upset it, flung back the curtain, and looked eagerly from

the window.

Herbert closed his book to listen; Emmeline left her nearly-completed

map, and joined Percy; Caroline evidently tried to resume serenity, but,

too proud to evince it, industriously pursued her work, breaking the

thread almost every time that she drew out the needle.

"It is nothing, Percy; how could you disappoint us so?" said Herbert, in

a tone of regret.

"My good fellow, you must be deaf--listen! nearer and louder--and, look

there, Emmeline, through those trees, don't you see something

glimmering? that must be the lamp of the carriage."

"Nonsense, Percy, it is a glowworm."

"A glowworm! why, Em., the thought of seeing mamma has blinded you. What

glowworm ever came so steadily forward? No! there is no mistake now.

Hurrah, it is the carriage; here Robert, Morris, Ellis, all of you to

the hall! to the hall! The carriage is coming down the avenue." And with

noisy impatience, the young gentleman ran into the hall, assembled all

the servants he had named, and others too, all eager to welcome the

travelers; flung wide back the massive door, and he and Herbert both

were on the steps several minutes before the carriage came in sight.

CHAPTER II.

THREE ENGLISH HOMES, AND THEIR INMATES.

If more than the preceding conversation were needed to reveal the

confidence and love with which Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton were regarded by

their children, the delight, the unrestrained expressions of affection,

with which by every one of the young party they were received, would

have evinced it still more clearly. Herbert was very speedily on his

favorite seat, a low stool at his mother's feet. Emmeline, for that one

half hour at least, assumed her still unresigned privilege, as the

youngest and tiniest, to quietly slip in her lap; Percy was talking to

his father, making Edward perfectly at home, saying many kind words to

Ellen, and caressing his mother, all almost at the same moment. Caroline

was close to her father, with her arm round his neck; and Miss Harcourt

was kindly disrobing Ellen from her many wraps, and making her lie

quietly on a sofa near her aunt; who, even in that moment of delightful

reunion with her own, had yet time and thought, by a few judicious

words, to remove the undefinable, but painful sensation of loneliness,

which was creeping over the poor child as she gazed on her bright,

happy-looking cousins; and thought if to her own mother Edward's beauty

and happiness had made him so much more beloved than herself, what claim

could she have on her aunt? Ellen could not have said that such were the

thoughts that filled her eyes with tears, and made her heart so heavy;

she only knew that much as she had loved her aunt during the journey,

her kiss and kind words at that moment made her love her more than ever.

Never had there been a happier meal at Oakwood than the substantial tea

which was speedily ready for the travelers. So much was there to hear

and tell: Percy's wild sallies; Caroline's animated replies (she had now

quite recovered her temper); Herbert's gentle care of Ellen, by whom he

had stationed himself (even giving up to her his usual seat by his

mother); Emmeline's half shy, half eager, efforts to talk to her

cousins; Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton's earnest interest, all combined, long

before the meal was concluded, to make Edward feel perfectly at his

ease, and very happy, and greatly to remove Ellen's unacknowledged

dread. The time passed so quickly, that there was a general start when

the prayer bell sounded, though it was nearly two hours after the usual

time.

"Are you prepared for to-night, my boy?" Mr. Hamilton asked of Herbert,

as they rose to adjourn to the library, where, morning and evening, it

had been the custom of the Hamilton family for many generations, to

assemble their whole household for family devotion.

"Yes, papa; I was not quite sure whether you would arrive to-night."

"Then I will not resume my office till to-morrow, Herbert, that I may

have the gratification of hearing you officiate," replied his father,

linking his son's arm in his, and affectionately glancing on the bright

blush that rose to the boy's cheek.

There was a peculiar sweetness in Herbert Hamilton's voice, even in

speaking; and as he read the service of the lessons for the evening,

adding one or two brief explanations when necessary, and more especially

when reading, or rather praying, the beautiful petitions appropriated

to family worship, there was an earnest solemnity of tone and manner,

presenting a strange contrast, yet beautiful, combining with the boyish

form and youthful face, on which the lamp, suspended over the

reading-desk shed such a soft and holy light. The occasional prayer

which was added to the usual evening service, was always chosen by the

reader; and Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton were surprised and affected at the

earnestness with which their almost angel boy selected and read over one

peculiarly bearing on the events of that evening; the introduction of

their orphan relatives, for compassion and blessing on them, and grace

for increased kindness and forbearance in their intercourse with one

another--Miss Harcourt, his brother and sisters, knew well to what he

alluded, and all but one responded with earnestness and truth. Caroline

could not enter into Herbert's feelings even at that moment: it was a

great effort to prevent a feeling of irritation, believing that he

directly pointed at her, and determining that as neither he nor any one

else had any right to interfere with her private thoughts, and that they

could do harm to none while confined to her own breast, she resolved not

to overcome them, and so could not join with any fervor in the prayer.

To Edward all was strange. While the graces of his body and mind had

been most sedulously cultivated, he had never been taught even the

public ordinances of religion, much less its inward spirit. His mother

had often and often felt a pang of reproach, at thus neglecting that

which an inward voice would whisper was most essential; but she was wont

to silence the pang by the determined idea, that she was neither worthy

nor able to give him such solemn lessons, and that it would come by

instinct to him in after years. There was time enough for him to think

of such things. He had been now and then to church, but it was a mere

form, regarded as a weary duty, from which he escaped whenever he could.

The present scene, then, completely bewildered him. He had always

fancied himself superior to any of the boys he had associated with; but

as he looked at and listened to Herbert, who seemed at most only two

years older than himself, he became sensible of a very strange and

disagreeable, but a very decided feeling of inferiority: and then, too,

it was so incomprehensible the servants all joining them, a class of

people whom in India he had been taught so to consider his inferiors,

that even to speak with them was a species of degradation; and he was

destined to be still more surprised, for before they left the library,

he heard his aunt and uncle address them all, and say a few kind words,

and make inquiries after their families to each.

To Ellen that evening service recalled some of Mr. Myrvin's

instructions, and seemed to help her to realize those new thoughts and

feelings, which she had learned, for the first time, in Wales. Her

father had, indeed, the last year of his life tried to give her some

ideas of religion; but having only so very lately begun to think

seriously himself, he felt diffident and uncertain of his own powers,

and so left an impression more of awe toward the subject than of love,

which to a disposition such as Ellen's was unfortunate.

A very short time sufficed for Percy and Emmeline to introduce their

cousins to all the delights and mysteries of their dear old home: and

Oakwood Hall was really a place for imagination to revel in. It was a

large castelated mansion, fraught with both the associations of the

past, and the comforts of the present. The injuries which the original

mansion had received during the civil war of Charles I., had, when the

family returned at the Restoration, caused much of the old house to be

pulled down, and replaced with larger rooms, and greater conveniences

for a modern dwelling-house, retaining, however, quite sufficient of the

past to throw interest around it.

The wings were still flanked with turrets, which were Percy's and

Emmeline's delight; and the many stair-cases, leading into all sorts of

nooks and corners--and the small and most uncomfortable rooms, because

some of them happened to be hung with tapestry, and had those small

narrow windows sunk in deep recesses--were pronounced by both far more

enjoyable than the beautiful suite of rooms forming the center of the

mansion, and the dwelling of the family. These were only saved from

being disagreeably modern--Percy would declare--by their beautiful

richly-polished oaken panels, and by the recesses which the large

windows still formed, making almost a room by themselves. The hall, too,

with its superb sweep of staircase and broad carved oaken balustrade,

leading to a gallery above, which opened on the several sleeping

apartments, and thus permitting the full height of the mansion, from

base to roof, to be visible from the hall. Tho doors visible in the

gallery opened mostly on dressing-rooms, or private sitting-rooms, which

led to the large, airy sleeping-rooms, to which the servants had access

by back stair-cases leading from their hall; and so leaving the oaken

staircase and gallery entirely to the use of the family, and of many a

game of noisy play had that gallery been the scene. There had been a

beautiful little chapel adjoining the mansion, but it was mercilessly

burned to the ground by the infatuated Puritans, and never restored; the

venerable old church of the village henceforth serving the family of the

hall.

Situated on the banks of the Dart, whose serpentine windings gave it the

appearance of a succession of most lovely lakes, Nature had been so

lavish of her beauties in the garden and park, especially in the

magnificent growth of the superb oaks, from which the estate took its

name, that it was not much wonder Mrs. Hamilton, always an intense lover

of nature, should have become so attached to her home, as never to feel

the least inclination to leave it. She did not wish her girls to visit

London till a few months before Caroline was old enough to be

introduced, to give them then finishing masters; and to that time she of

course always looked, as demanding from her part of the year to be spent

in town. The career of Eleanor, the recollections of the frivolity and

error into which her own early youth had been thrown, had given her not

only a distaste, but an actual dread of London for her girls, till such

principles and associations had been instilled which would enable them

to pass through the ordeal of successive seasons without any change of

character or feeling. Her sons, since their tenth year, had more than

once accompanied their father to the metropolis; but though these visits

were always sources of enjoyment, especially to Percy, they never failed

to return with unabated affection to their home, and to declare there

was no place in England like it.

Mr. Hamilton, though in neither profession nor business, was far from

being an idle man. His own estate was sufficiently large, and contained

a sufficient number of dependents, for whose mortal and immortal welfare

he was responsible, to give him much employment; and in addition to

this, the home interests and various aspects of his country were so

strongly entwined with his very being--that, though always refusing to

enter Parliament, he was the prompter and encourager of many a political

movement, having for its object amelioration of the poor, and

improvement of the whole social system; closely connected with which, as

he was, they gave him neither public fame nor private emolument. He

acted in all things from the same single-hearted integrity and high

honor which caused him to refuse the title proffered to his father. Her

husband's connection with many celebrated characters, and her own

correspondence, and occasional visits from her friends to Oakwood,

prevented Mrs. Hamilton's interest from too complete concentration in

her home, as, in her first retirement, many feared. She had, too, some

friends near her, whose society gave her both pleasure and interest; and

many acquaintances who would have visited more than she felt any

inclination for, had she not had the happy power of quietly pursuing her

own path, and yet conciliating all.

The Rev. William Howard had accepted Mr. Hamilton's eagerly-proffered

invitation to become his rector, and undertake the education of his

boys, from very peculiar circumstances. He had been minister of a

favorite church in one of the southern towns, and master of an

establishment for youths of high rank, in both which capacities he had

given universal satisfaction. The reprehensible conduct of some of his

pupils, carried on at first so secretly as to elude his knowledge, at

length became so notorious as to demand examination. He had at first

refused all credence, but when proved, by the confused replies of all,

and half confession of some, he briefly and emphatically laid before

them the enormity of their conduct, and declared that, as confidence was

entirely broken between them, he would resign the honor of their

education, refusing to admit them any longer as members of his

establishment. In vain the young men implored him to spare them the

disgrace of such an expulsion; he was inexorable.

This conduct, in itself so upright, was painted by the smarting

offenders in such colors, that Mr. Howard gradually but surely found his

school abandoned, and himself so misrepresented, that a spirit less

self-possessed and secure in its own integrity must have sunk beneath

it. But he had some true friends, and none more active and earnest than

Mr. Hamilton. A very brief residence at Oakwood Rectory removed even the

recollection of the injustice he had experienced; and he himself, as

pastor and friend, proved a treasure to high and low. Ten other youths,

sons of the neighboring gentry, became his pupils, their fathers gladly

following in Mr. Hamilton's lead.

About a mile and a half across the park was Moorlands, the residence of

Lady Helen Grahame, whose name had been so often mentioned by the young

Hamiltons. Her husband Montrose Grahame, had been Arthur Hamilton's

earliest friend, at home, at college, and in manhood. Lady Helen the

youngest daughter of a marquis, had been intimate with Emmeline and

Eleanor Manvers from childhood, and had always admired and wished to

resemble the former, but always failed, she believed, from being

constituted so differently; others might have thought from her utter

want of energy and mental strength. The marriage at first appeared

likely to be a happy one, but it was too soon proved the contrary.

Grahame was a man of strict, perhaps severe principles; his wife, though

she never did any thing morally wrong, scarcely knew the meaning of the

word. Provoked with himself for his want of discrimination, in imagining

Lady Helen so different to the being she really was; more than once

discovering she did not speak the exact truth, or act with the steady

uprightness he demanded, his manner became almost austere; and, in

consequence, becoming more and more afraid of him, Lady Helen sunk lower

and lower in his esteem.

Two girls and a boy were the fruits of this union. Lady Helen had made a

great many excellent resolutions with regard to their rearing and

education, which she eagerly confided to Mrs. Hamilton, but when the

time of trial came, weakness and false indulgence so predominated, that

Grahame, to counteract these evil influences, adopted a contrary

extreme, and, by a system of constant reserve and severity, became an

object of as much terror to his children as he was to his wife. But he

did not pursue this conduct without pain, and never did he visit Oakwood

without bitter regret that his home was not the same.

Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton had often tried to alter the aspect of affairs at

Moorlands; the former, by entreating Grahame to be less severe; the

latter, by urging Lady Helen to a firmer mode of conduct. But those

friendly efforts were as yet entirely useless. Grahame became a member

of Parliament, which took his family to London for five or six months in

the year--a particularly agreeable change to Lady Helen, who then

associated with her sisters, whose families were conducted much on the

same fashion as her own, but unfortunately only increasing the

discomfort of Moorlands when they returned to it. And this was the more

to be regretted, from the fact that both Grahame and his wife were full

of good intentions, and had the one been more yielding, and the other

more firm, there might have been no small share of happiness for both.

But heavy as Lady Helen thought her trial in the want of her husband's

confidence and love, and which she had greatly brought upon herself, it

was light in comparison with that of Mrs. Greville, another near

neighbor and valued friend of Mrs. Hamilton. She had loved and married a

man whose winning manners and appearance, and an ever-varying flow of

intelligent conversation, had completely concealed, till too late, his

real character. Left at a very early age his own master, with a capital

estate and large fortune; educated at a very large public school, at

which he learned literally nothing but vice, and how effectually to

conceal it; courted and flattered wherever he went, he became vain,

overbearing, and extravagant; with no pursuit but that of gambling in

all its varieties, even hunting and shooting could not be thoroughly

enjoyed without some large bets depending on the day's sport: his

thoughts from boyhood were so completely centered in self, that he had

affection for nothing else. He had indeed fancied he loved Jessie

Summers, when he had so successfully wooed her; but the illusion was

speedily dispelled, and repeatedly he cursed his folly for plaguing

himself with a wife. His first child, too, was a girl and that annoyed

him still more; and when, the next year, a boy was granted, he certainly

rejoiced, but it was such rejoicing as to fill his wife's heart with an

agony of dread; for he swore he would make his boy as jovial a spirit as

himself, and that her namby-pamby ideas should have nothing to do with

him.

It was indeed a difficult and painful task Mrs. Greville had to perform.

Though her husband would spend weeks and even months at a time away, the

impressions she so earnestly and prayerfully sought to instill into her

son's heart were, or appeared to be, completely destroyed by her

husband's interference the whole time of his sojourn at his home. It was

his pleasure to thwart her every plan, laugh at her fine notions, make a

mockery of all that was good, and holy, and self denying; and all in the

presence of his children; succeeding in making Alfred frequently guilty

of disrespect and unkindness, but failing entirely with Mary, who,

though of such a fragile frame and gentle spirit that her father's

visits almost always caused her a fit of illness, so idolized her

suffering but never murmuring mother, that she only redoubled her

attention and respect whenever she saw her more tried than usual. This

conduct, of course, only made her an object, equally with her mother, of

her father's sneers and taunts, but she bore it with the true spirit of

a martyr. Suffering was doing for her what Herbert Hamilton was

naturally--making her spiritual and thoughtful far beyond her years, and

drawing her and Herbert together with such a bond of mutual reverence

and sympathy, that to talk to him was her greatest consolation, and to

endeavor to lessen her sorrows one of his dearest pleasures.

Alfred was not naturally an evil-disposed boy, and when his father was

from home seldom failed either in respect or obedience. Mrs. Greville

possessed the rather rare combination of extreme submissiveness with a

natural dignity and firmness, which enabled her to retain the reverence

and sympathy of her friends and her household, without once stooping to

receive their pity. It was generally supposed by those who did not know

her personally, that she was one of those too soft and self-denying

characters who bring on themselves the evils they deplore; but this in

Mrs. Greville's case was a very great mistake. It was impossible to

associate even casually with her, without feeling intuitively that she

suffered deeply, but the emotion such conviction called was respect

alone.

As anxious and as earnest a parent as Mrs. Hamilton herself, Mrs.

Greville failed not to inculcate the good in both her children, and

still more forcibly, when they became old enough to observe, by example

than by precept. But with Alfred there must have been an utter

hopelessness as to the fruit of her anxious labors, had she not

possessed that clinging, single-hearted trust which taught her that no

difficulty should deter from a simple duty, and that nothing was too

hard for Him who--if He saw that she shrunk not from the charge and

responsibility which, in permitting her to become a mother, he had

given, and did all she could to counteract those evil influences, for

the removal of which she had no power--would, in His own good time,

reward, if not on earth--with Him in Heaven; and so untiringly, as

unmurmuringly, she struggled on.

CHAPTER III.

HOME SCENE.--VISITORS.--CHILDISH MEDITATIONS.

The part of the day which to Emmeline Hamilton was the happiest of all,

was that in which she and Caroline, and now, of course, Ellen, were with

their mother alone. Not that she particularly liked the very quiet

employment of plain work, which was then their usual occupation, but

that she could talk without the least restraint, either about her

lessons, or her pleasures, or her thoughts, and the stories or histories

she had been reading, and if she thought wrong no one ever corrected her

so delightfully so impressively as "mamma." The mornings, from three to

four hours, according as their age and studies required, were always

under the control of Miss Harcourt, with such visits from Mrs. Hamilton

as gave an increased interest to exertion, and such interruption only as

permitted their practice and lessons in music, which three times a week

Mrs. Hamilton had as yet herself bestowed. The dressing-bell always rung

at half-past three, and dinner was at four, to allow the lads return

from Mr. Howard's, whose daily lessons commenced at nine and concluded

at three. From half-past one to half-past three, in the very short days,

was devoted to recreation, walking, or driving, and in the longer, to

Emmeline's favorite time--an hour at work with her mother, and the

remainder to the preparation of lessons and exercises for the next day,

which in the winter occupied from five to six. From six to seven in the

same generally gloomy season they read aloud some entertaining book with

their mother and Miss Harcourt, and seven was the delightful hour of a

general reunion at tea, and signal for such recreation till nine as they

felt inclined for; their brothers having been employed for Mr. Howard

part of the time between dinner and tea, with sufficient earnestness to

enjoy the rest and recreation afterward, quite as buoyantly and gladly

as their sisters; and many a merry dance enlivened their winter

evenings.

In the summer, of course, this daily routine was frequently varied by

most delightful excursions in the country. Mrs. Hamilton earnestly

longing to implant a love of Nature and all its fresh, pure associations

in the minds of her children while yet young, knowing that once

obtained, the pleasures of the world would be far less likely to obtain

too powerful dominion. That which the world often terms romance, she

felt to be a high, pure sense of poetry in the Universe and in Man,

which she was quite as anxious to instill as many mothers to root out.

She did not believe that to cultivate the spiritual needed the

banishment of the matter of fact; but she believed, that to infuse the

latter with the former would be their best and surest preventive against

all that was low and mean; their best help in the realization of a

constant unfailing piety. For the same reason she cultivated a taste for

the beautiful, not only in her girls, but in her boys--and beauty, not

in arts and nature alone, but in character. She did not allude to beauty

of merely the high and striking kind, but to the lowly virtues,

struggles, faith, and heroism in the poor--their forbearance and

kindness to one another--marking something to admire, even in the most

rugged and surly, that at first sight would seem so little worthy of

notice. It was gradually, and almost unconsciously, to accustom her

daughters to such a train of thought and sentiment, that she so

particularly laid aside one part of the day to have them with her alone;

ostensibly, it was to give part of their day to working for the many

poor, to whom gifts of ready-made clothing are sometimes much more

valuable than money; but the _education_ of that one hour she knew

might, for the right cultivation of the heart, do more than the mere

_teaching_ of five or six, and that education, much as she loved and

valued Miss Harcourt, she had from the first resolved should come from

her alone.

To Emmeline this mode of life was so happy, she could not imagine any

thing happier. But Caroline often and often envied her great friend

Annie Grahame, and believed that occasional visits to London would make

her much happier than remaining all the year round at Oakwood, and only

with her own family. She knew the expression of such sentiments would

meet no sympathy at home, and certainly not obtain their gratification,

so she tried to check them, except when in company with Annie and Lady

Helen; but her mother knew them, and, from the discontent and

unhappiness they so often engendered in her child, caused her both pain

and uneasiness. But she did not waver in her plans, because only in

Emmeline they seemed to succeed: nor did she, as perhaps some

over-scrupulous mothers would have done, check Caroline's association

with Miss Grahame. She knew that those principles must be indeed of

little worth, which could only actuate in retirement, and when free from

temptation. That to prevent intimacy with all, except with those of whom

she exactly approved, would be impossible, if she ever meant her

daughters to enter the world; and therefore she endeavored so to obtain

their unrestrained confidence and affection, as to be regarded, both now

and when they were young women, as their first, best, and truest friend;

and that end obtained, intimacies with their young companions, however

varied their character, she felt would do no permanent harm.

"Dear, dear mamma!" exclaimed Emmeline, one morning about a week after

her parents' return, and dropping her work to speak more eagerly, "you

can not think how delightful it does seem to have you at home again; I

missed this hour of the day so very much; I did not know how much I

loved it when I always had it, but when you were away, every time the

hour came I missed you, and longed for you so much that--I am afraid you

will think me very silly--I could not help crying."

"Why, how Percy must have laughed at you, Emmy!"

"Indeed, he did not, mamma; I think he felt half inclined to cry too,

the first day or two that he came home from Mr. Howard's, and could not

rush up into your dressing-room, as he always does. He said it was a

very different thing for you to go from home, than for him to go to

London, and he did not like it at all; nor Herbert, nor Caroline,

neither; though they did not say so much about it."

"I did not miss mamma after the first, quite so much as you did,

Emmeline," replied her sister, ingenuously; "because when Lady Helen

returned from London, she made me go there so often, and as I know you

never refuse me that indulgence, mamma, and Miss Harcourt did not

object, I was glad to do so."

"I have only one objection my dear Caroline, and I think you know what

that is."

"That whenever I am with Annie I think and wish more about going to

London, mamma; I am afraid I do; but indeed I try to think that you must

know what is better for me, and try not to be discontented, though

sometimes I know I do not succeed," and her eyes filled with tears.

"I am satisfied that you endeavor to trust my experience, my love; I am

quite aware of all the difficulties you have to encounter in doing so,

and therefore your most trifling conquest of self is a great source of

comfort to me. I myself should feel that the pain of increased

discontent, and so of course increased difficulty in conquering its

constant accompaniment, ill temper, would more than balance the pleasure

of Annie's society, and so not indulge in the one so often at the

expense of the other; but of that you are yourself the best judge, and

you know in such a case I always permit you to be a free agent. But what

has become of Mary, Emmeline? I begged Mrs. Greville to let you be as

much together as possible during my absence; did not her society afford

you some pleasure?"

"Oh, yes, mamma, a great deal; but unfortunately Mr. Greville was at

home almost all the time you were away, and poor Mary could not often

leave her mother, and I don't feel as if it were quite right for me to

go so often there, when he is at home. I am sure Mrs. Greville and Mary

must both feel still more uncomfortable when any one is there to see how

unkind he is, and hear the cruel things he says. Oh, how I do wish I

could make poor Mary more happy!"

"She would tell you that affection is a great comfort to her, Emmy."

"Yours and Herbert's may be, mamma, because you are both so much better

and wiser than I am; but I can do so little, so very little."

"You can be and are a great source of interest to her, my dear; and when

we wish very much to make another person happy, you may be quite sure

that the most trifling act gives pleasure; but Ellen looks very much as

if she would like to know who this Mary is, that is so tried--suppose

you tell her."

Emmeline eagerly obeyed, painting her friend in such glowing colors,

that Ellen felt, however tried she might be, a person so good and holy

must be happy, notwithstanding; besides, to be loved so by Mrs. Hamilton

and Herbert, discovered to her mind such superior qualities, that she

almost wondered how Emmeline could speak of her so familiarly, and think

of her as her own particular friend. But the conversation on her, and

then on other topics, so interested her, that she was almost as sorry as

her cousin, when it was interrupted by a visit from Lady Helen Grahame

and her daughter.

"Returned at length, dearest Emmeline!" was the former's lively

greeting, and evincing far more warmth of manner than was usual to her.

"Do you know, the banks of the Dart have seemed so desolate without

their guardian spirit, that the very flowers have hung their heads, and

the trees are withered?"

"I rather think the change of season, and not my absence, has been the

cause of these melancholy facts," replied Mrs. Hamilton, in the same

tone; "but even London will not change your kind thoughts for me,

Helen."

"Nay, I must follow the example of my neighbors, rich and poor, whom you

may appeal to as to the fact of your absence causing terrible

lamentation; ask this naughty little girl too, who scarcely ever came to

see me, because she had so many things to do to please mamma; but

forgive me," she added, more seriously, as she glanced on the deep

mourning of her friend, and indeed of all the group; "what a cold,

heartless being you must believe me to run on in this way, when there

has been so sad a cause for your absence--poor Eleanor!"

"I trust we may say happy Eleanor, my dear Helen; mercy has indeed been

shown to her and to me--but we will talk of this another time. Annie,"

she continued, addressing Miss Grahame, who was already deep in

conversation with Caroline, "I have another little girl to introduce to

you, whom I hope you will be as friendly with as with Caroline and

Emmeline."

The young lady turned round at the words, but her sole notice of Ellen,

who had come timidly forward, was a haughty stare, a fashionable

courtesy, and a few unintelligible words, which caused Emmeline to feel

so indignant, that it was with difficulty she kept silence, and made

Ellen so uncomfortable, that it was with even more than her usual

shyness, she received Lady Helen's proffered hand.

"And why not introduce her to me too, Emmeline? I knew your mother when

she was little older than you are, my dear; so I hope you will learn to

know and to like me as fast as you can."

Ellen might have found courage to reply for there was an interest

attached to all who had known her mother; but as she raised her eyes to

speak, she again encountered Annie's rude and disagreeable stare, and

the words died on her lips. The young party were, however, soon all in

the garden, for Mrs. Hamilton never made any scruple in dismissing her

children, when she wished to speak on subjects she did not choose them

to hear; and she was anxious so to relate Eleanor's illness and change

of sentiment, as to remove the impressions which her early career had

left on Lady Helen's memory.

"It must be nearly time for my brothers to be returning; shall we go and

look for them, Ellen? I dare say Edward will have a great deal to tell

you," was Emmeline's affectionate address, as Annie and Caroline turned

in a different direction; and generally judging others by herself, she

thought that being Edward's first day of regular attendance on Mr.

Howard, Ellen would like to know all about it as soon as possible, and

they proceeded accordingly.

"Well, how do you like your new cousins, what are they like?" inquired

Miss Grahame, the moment she had Caroline entirely to herself.

"Edward I think I may like very much; he is so affectionate and so

good-natured, and as merry and full of fun as Percy. And he is so

handsome, Annie, I think even you would admire him."

"Then altogether he must be very unlike his sister. I never saw a girl

so plain, and I am sure she looks as if no fun could exist near her."

"Mamma says we must remember how short a time has elapsed since poor

aunt's death, and also that Ellen is not strong enough to be very

lively."

"That does not at all account for her looking cross. I am sure she has

nothing to be ill-tempered about; there are few girls in her situation

who would have made one of your family, as she will be. Mamma said it

would be a very anxious thing for Mrs. Hamilton."

"Mamma did seem to think so," replied Caroline, thoughtfully; "but I

fancy you are wrong, Annie. Ellen has not yet given any proof of

ill-temper."

"She has had no time, my dear; but no one can be deceived by such a

face. My cousin, Lady Adelaide Maldon, told me she could always judge

people by their faces. But do you like her as well as her brother,

Caroline?"

"Ask me that question this day month, my dear Annie; I can not answer

you now, for I really do not know. I certainly do not see any thing

particularly striking in her yet--I do not understand her; she is so

dreadfully shy or timid, and so very inanimate, one can not tell whether

she is pleased or sorry. To tell you the real truth, I am afraid I shall

not like her."

"Why afraid?"

"Because mamma would be so sorry were she to know it. I know she wishes

us to love one another."

"Nonsense, Caroline. Mrs. Hamilton can not be so unreasonable as to

expect you to love every body alike."

"Mamma is never unreasonable," replied Caroline, with spirit; "and I do

wish, Annie, you would treat Ellen exactly as you do us."

"Indeed, I shall not. What is Colonel Fortescue's daughter to me? Now

don't be angry, Caroline, you and I are too old friends to quarrel for

nothing: I shall certainly hate Ellen altogether, if she is to be a

subject of dispute. Come, look kind again;" and the caress with which

she concluded restored Caroline's serenity, and other subjects were

discussed between them.

Annie Grahame was a few months younger than Caroline Hamilton (who was

nearly thirteen,) but from having been emancipated from the nursery and

school-room at a very early age, and made her mother's companion and

confidant in all her home vexations--very pretty and engaging--she was

very much noticed, and her visits to her titled relations in London, by

causing her to imitate their fashionable manners, terms of speech,

thoughts on dress, and rank, &c., made her a woman many years before her

time; and though to Lady Helen's family and to Lady Helen herself this

made her still more agreeable, from becoming so very companionable; to

Mrs. Hamilton, and to all, in fact, who loved childhood for childhood's

sake, it was a source of real regret, as banishing all the freshness and

artlessness and warmth which ought to have been the characteristics of

her age. Her father was the only one of her own family who did not

admire--and so tried to check--this assumption of fine ladyism, on the

part of his daughter; but it was not likely he could succeed, and he

only estranged from him the affections of his child.

Annie Grahame had a great many fashionable acquaintances in London, but

she still regarded Caroline Hamilton as her favorite friend. Why, she

could not exactly tell, except that it was so very, very delightful to

have some one in the country to whom she could dilate on all the

pleasures of London, display her new dresses, new music, drawings, work,

&c. (not however considering it at all necessary to mention that her

work and drawings were only _half_ her own, and Caroline was much too

truthful herself to imagine it, and her mother too anxious to retain

that guileless simplicity to enlighten her, as she was well capable of

doing). Annie's quick eye discovered that at such times Caroline

certainly envied her, and she imagined she must be a person of infinite

consequence to excite such a feeling, and this was such a pleasant

sensation, that she sought Caroline as much as possible during their

stay at Moorlands. Of Mrs. Hamilton, indeed, she stood in such

uncomfortable awe, though that lady never addressed her except in

kindness, that as she grew older, it actually became dislike; but this

only increased her intimacy with Caroline, whom she had determined

should be as unlike her mother as possible; and as this friendship was

the only one of his daughter's sentiments which gave Mr. Grahame unmixed

satisfaction, he encouraged it by bringing them together as often as he

could.

Emmeline and Ellen, meanwhile, had pursued their walk in silence, both

engrossed with their own thoughts (for that children of eleven years,

indeed, of any age, do not think, because when asked what they are

thinking about, their answer is invariably "Nothing," is one of those

mistaken notions which modern education is, we hope, exploding).

Emmeline was so indignant with Annie that she felt more sure than ever

that she did not and could never like her. "She is always talking of

things mamma says are of such little consequence, and is so proud and

contemptuous, and I am afraid she does not always tell the exact truth.

I wonder if it is wrong to feel so toward her; one day when I am quite

alone with mamma, I will ask her," was the tenor of her meditations.

But Ellen, though Annie's greeting had caused her to shrink still more

into herself, and so produced pain, was not thinking only of her. The

whole of that hour's intimate association with Mrs. Hamilton had puzzled

her; she had doted on her father--she was sure she loved her aunt almost

as dearly, but could she ever have given words to that affection as

Emmeline had done, and as Edward always did? and so, perhaps, after all,

she did not feel as they did, though the wish was so strong to caress

her aunt, and sit as close and lovingly by her as Herbert and Emmeline

and even Edward did, that its very indulgence seemed to give her pain.

Then Caroline's confession too--could she ever have had courage to

confess the indulgence of a feeling which she knew to be wrong--and all

her aunt had said both to Caroline and Emmeline so fastened on her mind

as to make her head ache, and she quite started when a loud shout

sounded near them.

"It is only Percy," said Emmeline laughing; "I dare say he and Edward

are running a race or having some sort of fun." And so they were;

laughing, shouting, panting, they came full speed, darting in and out

the trees in every variety of mathematical figures their ingenuity could

frame; but as soon as Percy's restless eye discovered Emmeline, he

directed his course toward her, exclaiming, "Holla, Edward, stop running

for to-day: come here, and let us be sober. Why, Tiny, what brings you

and Ellen out now? It is not your usual time."

"Ellen, Ellen, I have had such a happy day; I like Mr. Howard more than

ever (he had only seen him twice before.) I am sure I shall get on with

him, and he will teach me astronomy and navigation too, so I shall not

be ashamed to go to sea next year; I shall learn so much first."

"Let me walk home with you, dear Edward, and do tell me every thing you

have done and are going to do," asked Ellen, clinging to his arm, and

looking in his face with such an expression that there was little trace

of ill-temper. Emmeline meanwhile had made her brother a party in her

indignation against Annie's pride, which he termed insolence, vowing he

would make her feel it. And as they came in sight of her and Caroline,

he called out to Ellen, who, all her timidity returning, tried to draw

Edward into another walk.

"Not there, not there, Miss Nelly, you are not going to cut me in that

fashion. You have talked quite enough to Edward and must now come to me.

Edward, there's mamma; off with you to tell your tale of delight to

her." And Edward did not wait a second bidding, leaving Ellen to Percy,

who threw his arm affectionately round her, and began talking to her so

amusingly that she could not help laughing, and so devoted did he appear

to her, that he had only time to greet Miss Grahame, with a very marked

and polite bow, and passed on. He wished to provoke, and he succeeded,

for Annie was always particularly pleased when the handsome, spirited

Percy Hamilton paid her any attention, and that he should be so devoted

to his little pale, disagreeable-looking cousin, as not even to give her

a word, annoyed her as much as he desired.

Edward's hasty progress to his aunt was slightly checked at seeing a

stranger with her, but when he was introduced he made his bow with so

much of his mother's grace, that, combined with the extraordinary

likeness, and her feelings already interested in Mrs. Hamilton's account

of her sister's sufferings and death, Lady Helen could not for the

moment speak except to exclaim, "Oh, how that look recalls the past! I

could almost fancy poor Eleanor herself stood before me."

"Did you--did you know my mother madam?" said Edward, with so much

eagerness that his cheeks crimsoned and his voice trembled.--"Were you

one of mamma's"--but he could not finish the sentence, and leaning his

head against his aunt, he burst into tears.

"Poor child!" said Lady Helen pityingly, as Mrs. Hamilton pressed him

closer to her, and stooped down to kiss his forehead without speaking;

and that sudden and unexpected display of feeling contrasted with

Ellen's painful shyness, stamped at once and indelibly Lady Helen's

opinion of the two orphans.

CHAPTER IV.

VARIETIES.

A few days more brought Mrs. Greville and Mary to welcome their friends,

and Ellen had again the pain of being introduced to strangers; but this

time it was only the pain of her own shyness, for could she have

overcome that feeling, she might have felt even pleasure. As it was, the

gentle voice and manner with which Mrs. Greville addressed her, and the

timid yet expressive glance of Mary, told of such sympathy and kindness,

that she felt attracted toward both, and could quite enter into

Emmeline's enthusiastic admiration of her friend; not, however,

believing it possible that she herself could ever be worthy to win

Mary's regard. Taught from such a very early age to believe herself so

far inferior to Edward, such characters as Herbert and Mary appeared to

her so exalted, that it was quite impossible they could ever think of

her; the constant little acts of unobtrusive kindness that her cousin

showed her, she attributed to his extreme goodness, not from the most

trifling merit in herself. She did indeed love him very dearly, the best

next to her aunt; but so much of reverence mingled with it, that she was

almost more reserved with him than with the others. But Herbert was

naturally reserved himself in words, and so he did not think any thing

about it, except to wish and endeavor to make his little cousin happier

than she seemed.

When contrasting Mary Greville with Annie Grahame, as she was rather

fond of doing, Emmeline became so afraid she was disliking the latter

more than she ought to do, that she never rested till she made an

opportunity to confess all her feelings to her mother, and beg her to

tell her if they were very wrong, and if she ought to like her.

"I am not so unconscionable as to expect you to like every one with whom

you associate, my dear little girl," replied her mother, fondly, for

there was something in Emmeline's guileless confidence irresistibly

claiming love. "All we have to do when we find nothing that exactly

sympathizes with our own feelings, or our own ideas of right and wrong,

is to try and find out some reason for their being so different; some

circumstance that may have exposed them to greater temptations and

trials, for you know I have often told you pleasure and amusements, if

too much indulged in, are a much greater trial to some than sorrow and

pain. Now Annie has had a great many more temptations of this kind than

you or Mary, and we can not expect one so very young entirely to resist

them."

"Do you mean, mamma, her going out so much in London?"

"Yes, love; she is very much noticed, and so perhaps thinks a little

more of appearance and dress and pleasure than is quite necessary."

"But Lady Helen need not take her out so much, if she did not like. Do

you think she is quite right to do so?" asked Emmeline, very

thoughtfully.

"We must never pronounce judgment on other people's actions, my little

girl. I think it better not to interrupt your present quiet and I hope

happy life, and therefore I do not take you or Caroline to London; but

Mr. Grahame is obliged to be there for several months, and Lady Helen

very naturally would not like to be separated either from him or her

children. And then she has such a large family, and Annie so many young

relations, that you see Lady Helen could not keep her children quite as

free from temptation as I do mine, and we should be more sorry for Annie

than blame her individually, however we may not like her faults. Do you

understand me, my dear?"

"Oh, yes, mamma, and I am so glad I took courage to tell you all I felt.

I am afraid I have encouraged many unkind thoughts about her, and I am

quite sorry now, for I see she can not help them as much as I thought

she could. I do not think I could ever make her my friend, but I will

try very much not to dislike and avoid her."

"And that is all that is required of you, my love. When I tell you that

our Father in Heaven commands us to love one another, and to avoid all

unkindness in thought and deed, I do not mean that He desires us to love

all alike, because He knew it would be neither for our happiness nor

good that it should be so, but only to prevent the too great influence

of prejudice and dislike. We might think such feelings can do no harm,

because only confined to our own minds, but they would be sure gradually

to lead us to taking pleasure in listening to their dispraise, and

joining in it, and to seeing and talking only of their faults,

forgetting that if we had been circumstanced exactly as they are, we

might have been just the same: and this is the feeling David condemns in

one of the Psalms we read this morning. Are you tired of listening to

me, dearest, or shall we read it over again together?"

Emmeline's only answer was to run eagerly for her little Bible, and with

glowing cheeks and sparkling eyes listen to her mother, as she turned to

the fifteenth Psalm, and reading it through, particularly pointed out

the third verse, and so explained it, as easily and happily to satisfy

her child as to the Divine authority for all that she had said, and to

stamp them still more forcibly on her memory.

"And now I do not mean to talk to you any more, my darling," she said,

kissing the little earnest face upturned to hers. "You have heard quite

enough to think about, and I am sure you will not forget it, so go and

play; Ellen must be wondering what has become of you." And again full of

glee, the happy child bounded away, exclaiming, as she did so, "Poor

Annie, I am glad I am not exposed to such temptations, for I am sure I

should not be able to resist them either."

But though any one who had seen her the next half hour might have

fancied that a serious thought or sober task could not approach her,

neither the conversation nor the Psalm was forgotten; with Herbert's

explanatory assistance, she not only found the Psalm, but committed it

to memory; and the second Sunday after her conversation with her mother,

repeated it so correctly and prettily to her father, as to give her the

delight of his caressing approbation. Learning correctly by rote was

always her greatest trial, for her vivid fancy and very versatile powers

occasioned her actual lessons to be considered such drudgery, as to

require a great effort on her part to retain them. The sense, indeed, if

she understood it, she learned quickly enough; but she preferred her own

language to any one's else, and Mrs. Hamilton had some difficulty in

making her understand that in time of study she required _correctness_,

and not fancy; and that the attention which was necessary to conquer the

words as well as the sense of the lesson, was much more important and

valuable, however disagreeable it might seem, than the facility of

changing the language to something prettier than the original.

When, therefore, as in the present case, she voluntarily undertook, and

conquered really a difficult task for a little lively girl, her parents

had no scruple in giving the only reward she cared for--their

approbation. It was in the bestowal of praise Mrs. Hamilton was

compelled to be almost painfully guarded. She found that the least

expression of unusual approbation caused Caroline to relax in her

efforts, thinking she had done quite enough, and perniciously increasing

her already too exalted ideas of herself. While to Emmeline it was the

most powerful incentive to a continuance in improvement, and determined

conquest of her faults. There was constantly a dread on the mother's

heart, that Caroline would one day accuse her of partiality, from the

different measure of her approbation which she was compelled to bestow;

and yet painful as it was to persevere under such an impression, the

future welfare of both was too precious to be risked for the

gratification of the present.

She was watching with delight Emmeline's unrestrained enjoyment of her

father's caresses and lively conversation, in which Percy as usual

joined--for Tiny, as he chose to call her, was his especial pet and

plaything--when she was startled by a low and evidently suppressed sob

near her; Ellen was bending over a book of Bible-stories which Herbert

had lent her, and her long ringlets completely concealed her face; Miss

Harcourt and Caroline both looked up surprised, but a rapid sign from

Mrs. Hamilton prevented their making any remark. Herbert fixed his eyes

pityingly on his little cousin as if wishing but not liking to address

her. Edward was the only one of the party who moved. He was busily

engaged in examining a large Noah's ark, and speculating as to its

resemblance to a ship, and its powers of floating, but after a few

minutes' apparent thought he left it, and sitting down on Ellen's chair,

put his arm round her, and begged her to find a picture of Noah's ark,

and see if it were at all like the toy. Cheered by his affection, she

conquered with a strong effort the choking in her throat, and turned to

the page, and tried to sympathize in his wonder if it really were like

the vessel in which Noah was saved, and where he could have put all the

animals. Mrs. Hamilton joined them, and without taking more notice of

Ellen's very pale cheeks and heavy eyes, than gently to put back the

thick tresses that seemed to annoy her by their weight, gave them so

much interesting information on the subject, and so delighted Edward

with allowing him to drag down several books from the library to find

out all they said about it, that two hours slipped away quite

unconsciously; and Ellen's very painful feeling had been so soothed,

that she could smile, and join Emmeline in making all the animals walk

in grand procession to their temporary dwelling.

But Mrs. Hamilton did not forget the child's involuntary evidence of

suffering, and vainly tried to imagine what at that moment could have

caused it. Herbert seemed to think about it, too, for the next day she

heard him ask Edward--

"If he knew why his sister always looked so sad? if he thought it was

because she was not yet reconciled to Oakwood?"

"It is not that," was Edward's reply: "she has always looked and seemed

sad, as long as I can remember her. One reason may be, she was always

ill in India, and papa was often telling me how very much she suffered,

and how patiently she bore it; and then, too, she knew I was poor

mamma's favorite, (his voice trembled), and that used to make her very

unhappy; but I do not know why she is so very sad now, unless she is ill

again, and that no one can tell, for she never will complain."

"Was your sister such a constant sufferer then?" inquired his aunt.

"Come here, and tell me all you can about her Edward. I wish I could

know more about both your lives in India."

Edward, with eager willingness, communicated all he knew, though, from

his being so constantly with his mother, and Ellen so much left with her

father and herself, that all was little enough; adding, however, that

after her very dangerous illness, when she was eight years old, he

perfectly well remembered hearing some celebrated physician say to his

father she would probably feel the effects of it all her life.

"It was a very long time before mamma permitted me to see her," added

Edward, "and when I did, I remember being almost frightened, she was so

altered, so pale, and thin, and weak; and then she was very ill after

poor papa's death; but since then she has never complained, and never

kept her bed; but I know she is often in pain, for when I have touched

her forehead sometimes, it has burnt my hand like fire."

This childish explanation certainly told Mrs. Hamilton more than she had

known before; but that Ellen had witnessed the fearful scene of her

father's death was still concealed. Edward, as he grew older, though he

did not know why, seemed to shrink from the subject, particularly that

he had been at a ball the same awful night.

A few days afterward, as Mrs. Hamilton was crossing the large hall on

her way to the school-room--for so, spite of Percy's determination that

it should receive the more learned and refined appellation of studio, it

was still called--she overheard Caroline's voice, exclaiming in angry

impatience--

"Indeed, I shall not, I have enough to do with my own lessons, without

attending to other people's. It is your idleness, Ellen, not the

difficulty of your lesson; for I am sure it is easy enough."

"For shame, Caroline!" was Emmeline's indignant reply "She is not idle,

and I am sure her lesson is not so easy; I wish I could explain it

properly."

"You know Miss Harcourt herself said she was careless or idle to-day,

and she must know. I am not going to lose my hour of recreation to help

those who won't help themselves."

"How can you be so ill-natured, so unkind!" began Emmeline; but Ellen's

beseeching voice interrupted her--

"Do not quarrel with your sister on my account, dearest Emmeline; I dare

say I am very stupid, but my head does feel confused to-day; pray do not

mind me, dear Emmy; go with Caroline, aunt Emmeline will not like your

remaining in."

Caroline had already quitted the room, and in her haste ran against her

mother, who she instantly perceived had heard all she said. With a deep

blush, she turned as to re-enter the school-room, but Mrs. Hamilton

stopped her--

"No," she said, gravely, "if you are only to act kindly for fear of my

reproof, it will do no good either to yourself or Ellen. I could

scarcely have believed it possible you should so have spoken, had I not

heard it. Go and amuse yourself as you intended; I rather think had you

given up a little of your time to help your cousin, you would have

experienced more real pleasure than you will now feel all day."

"Dear mamma, will _you_ help Ellen?" asked Emmeline, very timidly, for

though at Ellen's reiterated entreaty she had left her, she felt it

almost disrespect to run across the hall while her mother was speaking;

and the thought suddenly crossed her that, as she was quite sure Ellen

was not idle though Miss Harcourt thought she was, her mother, by

assisting her, might save her from increased displeasure.

"Yes, dearest, if necessary; I have heard enough to satisfy me that you

would if you could; and so I will, for your sake." And Emmeline ran

away, quite happy, to try all she could to soothe Caroline, whose

self-reproach had as usual terminated in a fit of ill-temper and anger

against Ellen, instead of against herself.

Mrs. Hamilton entered the school-room, and stood by Ellen so quietly

that the child did not perceive her. Her attention was completely

absorbed in her book; but after a few minutes she suddenly pushed it

from her, and exclaiming almost passionately:

"I _can not_ learn it, try all I can! and Miss Harcourt will be so very,

very angry"--and she gave way, for the first time since her arrival at

Oakwood, to a violent burst of tears.

"What is this very, _very_ difficult lesson, my little Ellen!" inquired

her aunt, kindly taking one hand from her face. "Tell me, and we shall

be able to learn it together, perhaps."

"Oh, no, no! it is because I am so very stupid; Miss Harcourt has

explained it to me twice, and I know, I know, I ought to understand

it--but--"

"Well, then, never mind it to-day. We can all learn much better some

days than others, you know; and I dare say to-morrow you will be able to

conquer it."

"But Miss Harcourt is already displeased, and she will be still more so,

if I leave it without her permission," replied the sobbing girl,

longing, but not daring, to throw her arms round her aunt's neck, and

lean her aching head against her bosom.

"Not if I beg a reprieve," replied her aunt, smiling; "but you must not

let it make you so very unhappy, Ellen. I am afraid it is not only your

lesson, but that you are ill, or unhappy about something else. Tell me,

dearest, what can I do to make you more happy, more at home?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing!" replied Ellen, struggling with her tears.

"Indeed I am happier than I ever thought I could be; I must be very

ungrateful to make you think I am unhappy, when you are so good and so

kind. My head ached to-day, and that always makes me feel a wish to cry;

but indeed I am not unhappy, and never when you kiss me and call me your

Ellen, whatever I may feel when you are not by;" and, as if frightened

at her own confession, she hid her face in her aunt's dress.

Mrs. Hamilton lifted her into her lap, and kissed her without speaking.

"You must learn to love me more and more then, my Ellen," she said,

after a pause, "and when you are feeling ill or in pain, you must not be

afraid to tell me, or I shall think that you only fancy you love me."

"Oh, no, it is not fancy; I never loved any one as I do you--except

papa--my own darling, good papa!" the word was almost choked with sobs.

"He used to fondle me and praise me, and call me his darling Ellen, as

uncle Hamilton did Emmeline last Sunday; and when I was ill, so ill they

said I should die, he never left me, except when his military duties

called him away; and he used to nurse me, and try to amuse me, that I

might forget pain and weakness. Oh, I shall never, never forget that

dreadful night!" and she closed her eyes and shuddered, as the horrid

scene of blood and death flashed before her.

"What dreadful night my poor child?" inquired Mrs. Hamilton, soothingly,

after doubting whether or not it would be better for Ellen to pursue

such an evidently painful theme, and no longer requiring an explanation

of her emotion the previous Sabbath.

"The night poor papa was killed;--oh, there were so many horrid forms on

the grass, the natives and poor papa's own men, and they looked so

ghastly in the moonlight, and the grass was covered with blood and limbs

and heads that had been shot off; and there were such cries and groans

of pain--I see it, I hear it all again so often before I go to sleep,

and when my head feels as it does to-day, and fancy I hear poor papa's

last words and feel his kiss as he lay bleeding, bleeding slowly to

death and his voice was so strange, and his lips so cold!"

"But how came you in such a dreadful scene, my poor Ellen? who could

have permitted such a little child to be there?"

"Because I wished it so very much; I knew he would die before they

could bring him to me, and I did so want to feel his kiss and hear his

voice once more. Oh, aunt Emmeline! shall I never see him again? I know

he can not come to me; but shall I, oh, shall I ever be good enough to

go to him?" And she looked up in her aunt's face with such a countenance

of beseeching entreaty, that Mrs. Hamilton's eyes filled with tears, and

it was a full minute before she could speak; but when she did, Ellen

felt more relieved and comforted, than on the subject of her father's

death she had ever felt before. From her mother not being able to bear

the subject even partially alluded to, and from having no one to whom

she could speak of it, it had taken a still stronger hold of her

imagination; and whenever she was unusually weak, and her head aching

and confused, it became still more vivid. The very visible sympathy and

interest of her aunt, and the gentle words in which she tried to turn

the child's thoughts from that scene of horror to the happiness of her

father in Heaven, and an assurance that, if she tried to do her duty,

and to love and serve God, and trust in His mercy to render her efforts

acceptable, she would rejoin him, seemed to remove the mass of tangled

thought within her young mind. Her head, indeed, still ached very

painfully, and her eyes seemed as if they would close, notwithstanding

all her efforts to keep them open; but when she awoke from a long quiet

sleep, on the sofa in Mrs. Hamilton's dressing-room, where her aunt had

laid her, and found that kind friend still watching over her, the little

heart and temples had ceased to throb so quickly, and she felt better

and happier.

Mr. Maitland, the medical friend of the family, confirmed the opinion

which Edward had said their physician in India had given of his sister's

state of health. He did not, he said, consider her liable to serious

illness, or of a constitution that would not endure; but that he feared

it would be some years before she knew the blessing of really good

health, and be constantly subject to that lassitude, severe headache,

and the depression of the whole system thence proceeding, which must

prevent the liveliness and quickness of acquirement natural to most

children. He thought the evil had been very greatly increased by want of

sufficient care in early years, and the unwholesome climate in which she

had so long lived, that he wondered her mother had not been advised to

send her over to England, adding, with a smile, he was quite sure Mrs.

Hamilton would not have refused the charge, anxious as it might have

been. And earnestly, not only on account of the child's physical but

mental health, did Mrs. Hamilton wish that such had been the case, and

that she had had the care of her niece from earliest infancy; and how

much more would she have wished this, had she known that Mrs. Fortescue

had really been advised to do with Ellen as Mr. Maitland had said, but

that believing it merely an idle fancy, and persisting, too, in her own

headstrong idea, that it was ill-temper, not illness, which rendered

Ellen so disagreeable, she would not stoop so to conquer her unfortunate

pride as to ask such a favor of her relatives, and to whom else could

she appeal? Colonel Fortescue had none but distant cousins. She did

satisfy a qualm of conscience by once suggesting to her husband--as her

own idea, however, not as that of an experienced physician--that as he

fancied Ellen was always ill, she might be better in England; but, as

she expected, not only his intense love for his little girl rose up

against the idea of separation, but his pride revolted from sending her

to claim the pity of relatives who had so completely cast off her

parents: yet had he been told it was absolutely necessary for her health

and so greatly for her happiness, he would not have hesitated to

sacrifice every thought of self. But Eleanor, satisfied that she had

done her duty, and delighted that in one respect he was quite as proud

as she was, never again referred to the subject, and the physician who

had thus advised, from his constant removals, he never chanced to meet.

Great, indeed, was the amount of childish suffering which this selfish

decision, on the part of her mother, occasioned Ellen. We do not mean

the pain of constant languor itself, though that in its full amount our

happy healthful young readers can not have the least idea of: they,

perhaps, think it almost a pleasant change, the care, and petting, and

presents so often lavished on a brief decided illness: but that is a

very different thing to that kind of suffering which only so affects

them as to be dull and heavy, they do not know why, and to make it such

a very difficult task to learn the lessons others find so easy; and such

a pain sometimes to move, that they are thought slow and unwilling, and

perhaps even idle, when they would gladly run, and help, and work as

others; and so weak sometimes, that tears start at the first harsh or

unkind word, and they are thought cross, when they do not in the least

feel so; and this, not for a few weeks, but, with few exceptions, the

trial of months and even years.

And this was Ellen's--which not even the tenderest and most unfailing

care of her aunt could entirely guard her from. It is a most difficult

thing for those who are strong and healthy themselves to understand and

always bear with physical suffering in others. Miss Harcourt, though in

general free from any thing like prejudice, and ardently desirous to

follow up her own and Mrs. Hamilton's ideas of right and wrong, could

not so govern her affections as to feel the same toward Ellen as she did

toward Edward and the children she had lived with and taught so long.

Her task with Ellen required more patience and forbearance and care than

with either of the others, and sometimes she could not help believing

and acting toward her as if it were willful idleness and carelessness,

not the languor of disease.

With the recollection and evidence of Herbert, who had been delicate

from his birth, and who was yet of such a remarkably gifted mind, and so

bright in aspect, so sweet in temper, that illness seemed to have

spiritualized instead of deadened every faculty, she could not

understand, as Mrs. Hamilton did, the force of circumstances in

producing from nearly the same cause two much different effects, nor how

it was that complete neglect had engendered more evils than indiscreet

indulgence; but that it appeared to have done so, was unhappily only too

evident not only to Miss Harcourt but to Mrs. Hamilton. It seemed almost

surprising, and certainly a proof of a remarkably good disposition, that

Edward appeared so free from great faults, and of such a warm, generous,

frank, and _seemingly_ unselfish nature, so open to conviction and to

all good impressions, that, except occasional fits of violent passion,

there really was, as far as his aunt and uncle could perceive, nothing

to complain of. They did not know that he stood in such awe of Mr.

Hamilton, from his mother's lessons of his exceeding sternness, that he

exercised the greatest control over himself; and he was so excessively

fond of Mr. Howard, and his days glided by in such varied and delightful

employment, that there was no temptation to do wrong, except certain

acts of trifling disobedience, of more consequence from the self-will

they betrayed than the acts themselves, but which might have been

sources of anxiety to his aunt, and lessened her confidence in him had

she known them; but she did not, for Ellen not only constantly

concealed, but she was the sufferer for him, and so brought reproof and

suspicion on herself, which, could the truth have been known, might have

been averted. But truth of act as well as word had never been impressed

on Edward; and, therefore, though he was constitutionally too brave to

utter a falsehood, too honorable to shield himself at the expense of

another, if he knew that other suffered, he had been too long taught to

believe that Ellen was his inferior, and must always give up to him, to

imagine that he was even acting deceitfully or unmanfully in permitting

her to conceal his acts of disobedience.

There was so much to love and admire in Edward, that neither Mr. nor

Mrs. Hamilton imagined the real weakness of his character--that those

lovable qualities all sprung from natural impulse, unsustained by any

thing like principle. The quickness and apparent fervor with which he

received the religious impressions they and Mr. Howard sought so

earnestly to instill in the short time that was allowed them before he

entered the navy, they augured so hopefully from, that not only his

preceptor and uncle, but his ever anxious aunt, looked forward to his

career with scarcely a doubt as to its probity and honor.

Ellen caused her infinitely more anxiety. There was a disregard to

truth, a want of openness and candor, which, though Mrs. Hamilton

believed the effects of neglect and extreme timidity, both her husband

and Miss Harcourt feared were natural. Much, indeed, sprung from the

poor child's mistaken idea of the nature and solemnity of the promise

she had made her mother, and her constant watchfulness and determination

to shield Edward. For the disregard to truth, her mother had, indeed,

alone been answerable. Ellen's naturally very timid character required

the inculcation of a high, firm principle, to enable her so to conquer

herself as to speak the truth, even if she suffered from it. It was

only, indeed, in extreme cases of fear--and never to her father that she

had ever spoken falsely; but to Mrs. Hamilton's high principles, which

by extreme diligence and care she had so successfully imparted to her

own children, even concealment was often an acted untruth, and of this

fault and equivocation Ellen was but too often guilty; exciting Miss

Harcourt's and Caroline's prejudices yet more against her. The latter,

with all her faults, never swerved from the rigid truth, and had a

strong contempt and dislike toward all those who did--except her friend

Annie, who, as she always took care to speak the truth to her, she did

not suspect of being less careful than herself. Emmeline, who had had

some difficulty in restraining her love of exaggeration, and also in so

conquering her own timidity and fear as always to speak the truth, only

pitied Ellen, but did not love her the less.

Of course, it was not till some months had passed that these lights and

shadows of character in the orphans, and in the opinions they culled

forth in those around them, could be discovered; but notwithstanding she

stood almost alone in her opinion, notwithstanding there was very little

outward evidence that she was correct, Mrs. Hamilton believed there was

a great deal more in her niece than was discernible. She seemed to

possess a strength, almost an intensity, of feeling and warmth of

affection, which, if properly guided, would effectually aid in removing

the childish errors engendered by neglect; and it was this belief which

not only enabled her to bear calmly the anxiety and care, and often

pain, which those faults and their compelled correction occasioned, but

actually to love her niece, if possible, still more than Edward, and

very nearly with the same amount of quiet but intense affection which

she felt for her own children.

CHAPTER V.

A YOUNG GENTLEMAN IN A PASSION.--A WALK.--A SCENE OF DISTRESS.

One very fine morning in May, Mrs. Hamilton invited Edward to join her

in a walk, intending also to call at Moorlands and Greville Manor on

their way. The lads were released for a few days from their attendance

on Mr. Howard, that gentleman having been summoned on some clerical

business to Exeter. Percy was to accompany his father on an equestrian

excursion; Herbert had been commissioned by Emmeline some days before to

take some books to Mary Greville, and had looked forward himself to

spending a morning with her. Edward, delighted at being selected as his

aunt's companion, prepared with haste and glee for his excursion. Robert

was, however, unfortunately not at hand to give him a clean pair of

shoes (he had already spoiled two pair that morning by going into the

stream which ran through the park to sail a newly-rigged frigate), and

angry at the delay, fearing that his aunt would not wait for him, he

worked himself into such a violent passion, that when Robert did appear

he gave vent to more abusive language than he had ever yet ventured to

use, concluding by hurling both his discarded shoes at the domestic,

who only escaped a severe blow by starting aside, and permitting them to

go through the window.

"Robert, leave the room: I desire that you will not again give your

assistance to Master Fortescue till he knows how to ask it," was Mrs.

Hamilton's most unexpected interference, and Edward so started at her

voice and look, that his passion was suddenly calmed.

"Finish your toilet, and when you have found your shoes and put them

away, you may join me in the breakfast-room, Edward. I only wait your

pleasure."

And never did Edward leave her presence more gladly. Shame had suddenly

conquered anger; and though his chest still heaved and his cheeks were

still flushed, he did not utter another word till nearly a quarter of a

mile on their walk. Twice he had looked up in his aunt's face as if

about to speak, but the expression was so very grave, that he felt

strangely afraid to proceed. At length he exclaimed--

"You are displeased with me, dear aunt; but indeed I could not help

feeling angry."

"I am still more sorry than displeased, Edward; I had hoped you were

learning more control, and to know your duty to a domestic better. Your

uncle--"

"Oh, pray do not tell him!" implored Edward, "and I will ask Robert's

pardon the moment I go home."

"I certainly shall not complain of you to him, Edward, if my arguments

can convince you of your error; but if you are only to ask Robert's

pardon for fear of your uncle, I would rather you should not do so. Tell

me the truth; if you were quite sure your uncle would know nothing about

it, would you still ask Robert's pardon?"

Edward unhesitatingly answered "No!"

"And why not?"

"Because I think he ought to ask mine for keeping me waiting as he did,

and for being insolent first to me."

"He did not keep you waiting above five minutes, and that was my fault

not his, as I was employing him; and as for insolence, can you tell me

what he said?" Edward hesitated.

"I do not remember the exact words, but I know he called me impatient,

and if I were, he had no right to tell me so."

"Nor did he. I heard all that passed, and I could not help thinking how

very far superior was Robert, a poor country youth, to the young

gentleman who abused him."

The color rose to Edward's temples, but he set his teeth and clenched

his hand, to prevent any farther display of anger; and his aunt, after

attentively observing him, continued--

"He said that his young master Percy never required impossibilities, and

though often impatient never abused him. You heard the word, and feeling

you had been so, believed he applied it to yourself."

"But in what can he be my superior?" asked Edward, in a low voice, as if

still afraid his passion would regain ascendency.

"I will answer your question by another, Edward. Suppose any one had

used abusive terms toward you, and contemptuously desired you to get out

of their sight, how would you have answered?"

"I would have struck him to the earth," replied Edward, passionately,

and quite forgetting his wished for control. "Neither equal nor superior

should dare speak so to me again."

"And what prevented Robert acting in the same manner? Do you think he

has no feeling?--that he is incapable of such emotions as pain or

anger?"

Edward stood for a minute quite still and silent.

"I did not think any thing about it," he said, at length; "but I

certainly supposed I had a right to say what I pleased to one so far

beneath me."

"And in what is Robert so far beneath you?"

"He is a servant, and I am a gentleman in birth, rank--"

"Stop, Edward! did you make yourself a gentleman? Is it any credit to

you, individually, to be higher in the world, and receive a better

education than Robert?"

Edward was again silent, and his aunt continued to talk to him so kindly

yet so earnestly, that at length he exclaimed--

"I feel I have indeed been wrong, dear aunt; but what can I do to prove

to Robert I am really sorry for having treated him so ill?"

"Are you really sorry, Edward, or do you only say this for fear of your

uncle's displeasure?"

"Indeed, I had quite forgotten him," replied Edward, earnestly; "I

deserve his anger, and would willingly expose myself to it, if it would

redeem my fault."

"I would rather see you endeavor earnestly to restrain your passions my

dear boy, than inflict any such pain upon you. It will be a great

pleasure to me if you can really so conquer yourself as to apologize to

Robert; and I think the pain of so doing will enable you more easily to

remember all we have been saying, than if you weakly shrink from it. The

life you have chosen makes me even more anxious that you should become

less passionate--than were you to remain longer with me; I fear you will

so often suffer seriously from it."

"I very often make resolutions never to be in a passion again," returned

Edward, sorrowfully; "but whenever any thing provokes me, something

seems to come in my throat, and I am compelled to give way."

"You will not be able to conquer your fault, my dear Edward, without

great perseverance; but remember, the more difficult the task, the

greater the reward; and that you _can_ control anger I have, even during

our walk, had a proof."

Edward looked up surprised.

"Did you not feel very angry when I said Robert was your superior?"

"Yes," replied Edward, blushing deeply.

"And yet you successfully checked your rising passion, for fear of

offending me. I can not be always near you; but, my dear boy, you must

endeavor to remember that lesson I have tried to teach you so

often--that you are never _alone_. You can not even think an angry

thought, much less speak an abusive word and commit the most trifling

act of passion, without offending God. If you would but ask for His

help, and recollect that to offend Him is far more terrible than to

incur the displeasure of either your uncle or myself, I think you would

find your task much easier, than if you attempted it, trusting in your

own strength alone, and only for fear of man."

Edward did not make any reply, but his countenance expressed such

earnest thought and softened feeling, that Mrs. Hamilton determined on

not interrupting it by calling at Moorlands as she had intended, and so

turned in the direction of Greville Manor. They walked on for some

little time in silence, gradually ascending one of those steep and

narrow but green and flowery lanes peculiar to Devonshire; and on

reaching the summit of the hill, and pausing a moment by the little gate

that opened on a rich meadow, through which their path lay, an

exclamation of "How beautiful!" burst from Edward.

Fields of alternate red and green sloped down to the river's edge, the

green bearing the glistening color peculiar to May, the red from the

full rich soil betraying that the plow had but lately been there, and

both contrasting beautifully with the limpid waters, whose deep azure

seemed to mock the very heavens. The Dart from that point seemed no

longer a meandering river: it was so encompassed by thick woods and

fertile hills that it resembled a lake, to which there was neither

outlet nor inlet, save from the land. The trees all presented that

exquisite variety of green peculiar to May, and so lofty was the slope

on which they grew, that some seemed to touch the very sky, while others

bent gracefully over the water, which their thick branches nearly

touched. The hills themselves presented a complete mosaic of red and

green; the fields divided by high hedges, from which the oak and elm and

beech and ash would start up, of growth so superb as to have the

semblance of a cultivated park, not of natural woodland.

Greville Manor, an Elizabethan building, stood on their right,

surrounded by its ancient woods, which, though lovely still, Mr.

Greville's excesses had already shorn off some of their finest timber.

Some parts of the river were in complete shade from the overhanging

branches, while beyond them would stretch the bright blue of heaven: in

other parts, a stray sunbeam would dart through an opening in the thick

branches, and shine like a bright spot in the surrounding darkness; and

farther on, the cloudless sun so flung down his full refulgence, that

the moving waters flashed and sparkled like burning gems.

"Is it not beautiful, dear aunt? Sometimes I feel as if I were not half

so passionate in the open air as in the house; can you tell me why?"

"Not exactly, Edward," she replied, smiling; "but I am very pleased to

hear you say so, and to find that you can admire such a lovely scene as

this. To my feelings, the presence of a loving God is so impressed upon

his works--we can so distinctly trace goodness, and love, and power, in

the gift of such a bountiful world, that I feel still more how wrong it

is to indulge in vexation, or care, or anxiety, when in the midst of a

beautiful country, than when at home; and perhaps it is something of the

same feeling working in you, though you do not know how to define it."

"But _you_ can never do or feel any thing wrong, dear aunt," said

Edward, looking with surprised inquiry in her face.

"Indeed, my dear boy, I know that I very often have wrong thoughts and

feelings; and that only my Father in Heaven's infinite mercy enables me

to overcome them. It would be very sad, if I were as faulty, and as

easily led into error, as you and your cousins may be, when I have had

so many more years to think and try to improve in; but just in the same

way as you have duties to perform and feelings to overcome, so have I;

and if I fail in the endeavor to lead you all in the better and happier

path--or feel too much anxiety, or shrink from giving myself pain, when

compelled to correct a fault in either of you, I am just as likely to

incur the displeasure of our Father in Heaven, as you are when you are

passionate or angry; and perhaps still more so, for the more capable we

are of knowing and doing our duty, the more wrong we are when we fail in

it, even in thought."

There was so much in this reply to surprise Edward, it seemed so to fill

his mind with new ideas, that he continued his walk in absolute silence.

That his aunt could ever fail, as she seemed to say she had and did, and

even still at times found it difficult to do right, was very strange;

but yet somehow it seemed to comfort him, and to inspire him with a sort

of courage to emulate her, and conquer his difficulties. He had fancied

that she could not possibly understand how difficult it was for him

always to be good; but when he found that she could do so even from her

own experience, her words appeared endowed with double force, and he

loved her, and looked up to her more than ever.

Ten minutes more brought them to the Gothic lodge of the Manor, and

instead of seeking the front entrance, Mrs. Hamilton led the way to the

flower-garden, on which Mrs. Greville's usual morning-room opened by a

glass door.

"Herbert was to tell Mary of our intended visit; I wonder she is not

watching for me as usual," observed Mrs. Hamilton, somewhat anxiously;

and her anxiety increased, as on nearing the half open door she saw poor

Mary, her head leaning against Herbert, deluged in tears. Mrs. Greville

was not there, though the books, work, and maps upon the table told of

their morning's employment having been the same as usual. Herbert was

earnestly endeavoring to speak comfort, but evidently without success;

and Mary was in general so controlled, that her present grief betrayed

some very much heavier trial than usual.

"Is your mother ill, my dear Mary? What can have happened to agitate you

so painfully?" she inquired, as at the first sound of her voice the poor

girl sprung toward her, and tried to say how very glad she was that she

had come just then; but the words were inarticulate from sobs; and Mrs.

Hamilton, desiring Edward to amuse himself in the garden, made her sit

down by her, and told her not to attempt to check her tears, but to let

them have free vent a few minutes, and then to try and tell her what had

occurred. It was a very sad tale for a child to tell, and as Mrs.

Hamilton's previous knowledge enabled her to gather more from it than

Mary's broken narrative permitted, we will give it in our own words.

Mr. Greville had been at home for a month, a quarter of which time the

good humor which some unusually successful bets had excited, lasted; but

no longer. His amusement then consisted, as usual, in trying every

method to annoy and irritate his wife, and in endeavoring to make his

son exactly like himself. Young as the boy was--scarcely twelve--he took

him to scenes of riot and feasting, which the society of some boon

companions, unhappily near neighbors, permitted; and though Alfred's

cheek became pale, his eye haggard, and his temper uneven, his

initiation was fraught with such a new species of excitement and

pleasure, that it rejoiced and encouraged his father in the same measure

as it agonized his mother, and, for her sake, poor Mary.

That morning Alfred had declared his intention of visiting a large fair,

which, with some races of but ill repute, from the bad company they

collected, was to be held at a neighboring town, and told his father to

prepare for a large demand on his cash, as he meant to try his hand at

all the varieties of gaming which the scene presented. Mr. Greville

laughed heartily at what he called the boy's right spirit, and promised

him all he required; but there was a quivering on her mother's lip, a

deadly paleness on her cheek, that spoke volumes of suffering to the

heart of the observant Mary, who sat trembling beside her. Still Mrs.

Greville did not speak till her husband left the room; but then, as

Alfred was about to follow him, she caught hold of his hand, and

implored him, with such a tone and look of agony, only to listen to her,

for her sake to give up his intended pleasure; that, almost frightened

by an emotion which in his gentle mother he had scarcely ever seen, and

suddenly remembering that he had lately been indeed most unkind and

neglectful to her, he threw his arms round her neck, and promised with

tears that if it gave her so much pain, he would not go; and so sincere

was his feeling at the moment that, had there been no tempter near, he

would, in all probability, have kept his word. But the moment Mr.

Greville heard from his son his change of intention and its cause, he

so laughed at his ridiculous folly, so sneered at his want of spirit in

preferring his mother's whims to his father's pleasures, that, as could

not fail to be the case, every better feeling fled. This ought to have

been enough; but it was too good an opportunity to vent his ill-temper

on his wife, to be neglected. He sought her, where she was

superintending Mary's lessons, and for nearly an hour poured upon her

the most fearful abuse and cutting taunts, ending by declaring that all

the good she had done by her saintly eloquence was to banish her son

from her presence, whenever he left home, as in future Alfred should be

his companion; and that he should begin that very day. Mrs. Greville

neither moved nor spoke in reply; and the expression of her countenance

was so sternly calm, that poor Mary felt as if she dared not give way to

the emotion with which her heart was bursting.

Mr. Greville left the room, and they heard him peremptorily desire the

housekeeper to put up some of Master Alfred's clothes. In a perfectly

composed voice Mrs. Greville desired Mary to proceed with the exercise

she was writing, and emulating her firmness, she tried to obey.

Fortunately her task was writing, for to have spoken or read aloud

would, she felt, have been impossible. So full half an hour passed, and

then hasty footsteps were heard in the hall, and the joyous voice of

Alfred exclaiming--

"Let me wish mamma and Mary good-by, papa."

"I have not another moment to spare," was the reply. "You have kept me

long enough, and must be quicker next time; come along, my boy."

The rapid tread of horses' hoofs speedily followed the sullen clang with

which the hall-door closed, and as rapidly faded away in the distance.

With an irresistible impulse, Mary raised her eyes to her mother's face;

a bright red flush had risen to her temples, but her lips were perfectly

colorless, and her hand tightly pressed her heart; but this only lasted

a minute, for the next she had fallen quite senseless on the floor. Her

poor child hung over her almost paralyzed with terror, and so long did

the faint last, that she was conveyed to her own room, partially

undressed, and laid on her bed before she at all recovered. A brief

while she had clasped Mary to her bosom, as if in her was indeed her

only earthly comfort, and then in a faint voice desired to be left quite

alone. Mary had flung herself on the neck of the sympathizing Herbert

Hamilton (who had arrived just in the confusion attendant on Mrs.

Greville's unusual illness), and wept there in all the uncontrolled

violence of early sorrow.

Mrs. Hamilton remained some time with her afflicted friend, for so truly

could she sympathize with her, that her society brought with it the only

solace Mrs. Greville was capable of realizing from human companionship.

"It is not for myself I murmur," were the only words that in that

painful interview might have even seemed like complaint; "but for my

poor child. How is her fragile frame and gentle spirit to endure through

trials such as these; oh, Emmeline, to lose both, and through their

father!"

And difficult indeed did it seem to realize the cause of such a terrible

dispensation; but happily for Mrs. Greville, she could still look up in

love and trust, even when below all of comfort as of joy seemed

departed; and in a few days she was enabled to resume her usual

avocations, and, by an assumption of cheerfulness and constant

employment, to restore some degree of peace and happiness to her child.

Neither Herbert nor Edward seemed inclined to converse on their walk

home, and Mrs. Hamilton was so engrossed in thought for Mrs. Greville,

that she did not feel disposed to speak either. Herbert was contrasting

his father with Mary's, and with such a vivid sense of his own happier

lot, that he felt almost oppressed with the thought, he was not, he

never could be, grateful enough; for, what had he done to be so much

more blessed? And when Mr. Hamilton, who, wondering at their long

absence, had come out to meet them, put his arm affectionately round

him, and asked him what could possibly make him look so pale and

pensive, the boy's excited feelings completely overpowered him. He

buried his face on his father's shoulder, and burst into tears; and then

leaving his mother to explain it, for he felt quite sure she could,

without his telling her, darted away and never stopped till he found

himself in the sanctuary of his own room; and there he remained, trying

to calm himself by earnest thought and almost unconscious prayer, till

the dinner-bell summoned him to rejoin his family, which he did, quiet

and gentle, but cheerful, as usual.

Edward did not forget the thoughts of the morning, but the struggles so

to subdue his pride as to apologize to Robert, seemed very much more

difficult when he was no longer hearing his aunt's earnest words; but he

_did_ conquer himself, and the fond approving look, with which he was

rewarded, gave him such a glowing feeling of pleasure, as almost to

lessen the pain of his humiliation.

CHAPTER VI.

CECIL GRAHAME'S PHILOSOPHY.--AN ERROR AND ITS CONSEQUENCES.--A MYSTERY

AND A CONFIDENCE.

A few days after the events of the last chapter, Mrs. Hamilton,

accompanied by Percy, called at Moorlands. Cecil Grahame was playing in

the garden, and Percy remained with him, his good-nature often making

him a companion, though there was nearly six years' difference in their

age.

"Are you going to T-- on Thursday, Percy? There will be such fine

doings. Races and the county fair, and wild beasts and shows, and every

thing delightful; of course, you will go?"

"I do not think it at all likely," replied young Hamilton.

"No!" repeated Cecil, much astonished. "Why, I was only saying the other

day how much I should like to be as old as you are; it must be so

delightful to be one's own master."

"I do not consider myself my own master yet, Cecil. Sometimes I wish I

were; at others, I think I am much better as I am. And, as for this

fair, Mr. Howard will be back to-morrow, so there is no chance of my

going."

"Why is there no such thing as the possibility of a holiday, Percy?"

replied Cecil, with great glee; "or perhaps," he added, laughing, "your

papa is like mine, and does not allow such freaks; thinks it wrong to go

to such places, acting against morality, and such out of the way ideas."

"Are these Mr. Grahame's opinions?" inquired Percy, almost sternly.

"Why ye--yes--why do you look at me so, Percy? I am sure I said no harm;

I only repeated what I have heard mamma say continually."

"That is not the very least excuse for your disrespect to your father;

and if he think thus, I wonder you should talk of going to the races;

you can not have his permission."

"Oh, but mamma has promised if I am a good boy till then and she can

manage it, I shall go; for she can not see any harm in it. And as for

waiting for papa's permission--if I did, I should never go any where. He

is so unkind, that I am always afraid of speaking or even playing, when

he is in the room."

"You are a silly boy, Cecil," replied young Hamilton; "Believe me, you

do not know your best friend. I should be very sorry to feel thus toward

my father."

"Oh! but yours and mine are very different sort of people. Your papa

never punishes you, or refuses you his permission, when you wish

particularly to do any thing, or go any where."

"If papa thinks my wishes foolish, or liable to lead me into error, he

does refuse me without scruple, Cecil. And though I am old enough now, I

hope, so to conduct myself as to avoid actual punishment: when I was as

young as you are, papa very frequently punished me, both for my violence

and pride."

"But then he was kind to you afterward. Now I should not so much mind

papa's severity when I am naughty, if he would only be kind, or take

some notice of me when I am good. But has Mr. Hamilton told you not to

go to the races?"

"Not exactly: he has merely said he thinks it a day most unprofitably

wasted; and that the gambling and excesses, always the attendant of

races, are not fit scenes for young persons. Were I to take my horse and

go, he would not, perhaps, be actually displeased, as I am old enough

now, he says, in some things, to judge for myself; but I should be

acting against his principles, which, just now, I am not inclined to do,

for I am sure to suffer from it afterward."

"Well, all I can say, is, that when I am as old as you are, Percy, I

shall certainly consider myself under no one. I hope I shall be at Eton

by that time, and then we shall see if Cecil Grahame has not some spirit

in him. I would not be tied down to Oakwood, and to Mr. Howard's humdrum

lessons, as you are, Percy, for worlds."

"Take care that Cecil Grahame's spirit does not effervesce so much, as

to make him, when at Eton, wish himself back at Moorlands," replied

Percy, laughing heartily at his young companion's grotesque attempts at

self-consequence, by placing his cap dandily on his head, flourishing

his cane, and trying to make himself look taller. Cecil took his laugh,

however, in good part, and they continued in amicable conversation till

Mrs. Hamilton summoned Percy to attend her home.

Our readers have, perhaps, discovered that Percy, this day was not quite

as lively as usual. If they have not his mother did; for, strange to

say, he walked by her side silent and dispirited. His thoughtlessness

very often led him into error and its disagreeable consequences; and,

fearing this had again been the case, she playfully inquired the cause

of his most unusual abstraction. He colored, but evaded the question,

and successfully roused himself to talk. His mother was not anxious, for

she had such perfect confidence in him, that she know if he had

committed error, he would redeem it, and that his own good feelings and

high principles would prevent its recurrence.

It so happened, however, that young Hamilton, by a series of rather

imprudent actions, had plunged himself into such a very unusual and

disagreeable position, as not very well to know how to extricate himself

from it, without a full confession to his father; which, daringly brave

as in general he was, he felt almost as if he really had not the courage

to make. One of Mr. Hamilton's most imperative commands was, that his

sons should never incur a debt, and, to prevent the temptation, their

monthly allowance was an ample one, and fully permitted any recreative

indulgences they might desire.

Now Percy was rather inclined to extravagance, from thoughtlessness and

a profuse generosity, which had often caused him such annoyance as to

make him resolve again and again to follow his father's advice, and keep

some accounts of his expenditure, as a slight check on himself. The

admiration for beauty in the fine arts, which his mother had so

sedulously cultivated, had had only one bad effect; and that was that

his passion for prints and paintings, and illustrated and richly-bound

volumes, sometimes carried him beyond bounds, and very often occasioned

regret, that he had not examined the letter-press of such works, as well

as their engravings and bindings. He had given orders to Mr. Harris, a

large fancy stationer, librarian, and publisher of T--, to procure for

him a set of engravings, whose very interesting subjects and beautiful

workmanship, Mr. Grahame had so vividly described to him, that young

Hamilton felt to do without them till his father or he himself should

visit the metropolis, and so judge of their worth themselves, was quite

impossible. The order was given without the least regard to price. They

arrived at the end of the month, and the young gentleman, to his extreme

astonishment, discovered that his month's allowance had been so

expended, as not to leave him a half-quarter of the necessary sum. What

to do he did not very well know. Mr. Harris had had great difficulty in

procuring the prints, and of course he was bound in honor to take them.

If he waited till he could pay for them, he must sacrifice the whole of

one month's allowance, and then how could he keep free from debt till

the next? As for applying to his father, he shrank from it with actual

pain. How could he ask his ever kind and indulgent parent to discharge a

debt incurred by such a thoughtless act of unnecessary extravagance? Mr.

Harris made very light of it, declaring that, if Mr. Percy did not pay

him for a twelvemonth, it was of no consequence; he would trust him for

any sum or any time he liked. But to make no attempt to liquidate his

debt was as impossible as to speak to his father. No, after a violent

struggle with his pride, which did not at all like the idea of betraying

his inability to pay the whole, or of asking a favor of Mr. Harris, he

agreed to pay his debt by installments, and so in two or three months,

at the very latest, discharge the whole.

One week afterward he received his month's allowance, and riding over

directly to the town relieved his conscience of half its load. To have

only half his usual sum, however, for monthly expenditure caused him so

many checks and annoyances as to make him hate the very sight of the

prints whose possession he had so coveted, but he looked forward to the

next month to be free at least of Mr. Harris. The idea of disobedience

to his father in incurring a debt at all, causing him more annoyance

than all the rest.

Again the first day of the month came round, and putting the full sum

required in his purse, he set off, but on his way encountered such a

scene of distress, that every thought fled from his mind, except how to

relieve it. He accompanied the miserable half-famished man to a hut in

which lay a seemingly dying woman with a new-born babe, and two or three

small half-starved, half-naked children--listened to their story, which

was really one of truth and misfortune, not of whining deceit, poured

the whole contents of his purse into their laps, and rode off to T--, to

find not Mr. Harris but Mr. Maitland, and implore him to see what his

skill would do for the poor woman. He encountered that gentleman at the

outskirts of the town, told his story, and was so delighted at Mr.

Maitland's willing promise to go directly, and also to report the case

to those who would relieve it, that he never thought of any thing else

till he found himself directly opposite Mr. Harris's shop, and his

bounding heart sunk suddenly down, as impelled by a weight of lead. The

conviction flashed upon him that he had been giving away money which was

actually not his own; and the deed which had been productive of so much

internal happiness, now seemed to reproach and condemn him. He rode back

without even seeking Mr. Harris, for what could he tell him as the

reason of his non-payment? Certainly not his having given it away.

The first of May, which was his birthday, he had been long engaged to

spend with some young men and lads who were to have a grand game of

cricket, a jovial dinner, an adjournment to some evening amusement, and,

to conclude the day, a gay supper, with glees and songs. Mr. Hamilton

had rather wished Percy to leave the party after dinner, and had told

him so, merely, however, as a preference, not a command, but giving him

permission to use his own discretion. Percy knew there would be several

expenses attendant on the day, but still he had promised so long to be

one of the party, which all had declared would be nothing without him,

and his own inclinations so urged him to join it, that it seemed to him

utterly impossible to draw back, especially as he could give no excuse

for doing so. How could he say that he could not afford it? when he was,

or ought to have been, nearly the richest of the party; and what would

his father think?

He went. The day was thoroughly delightful, and so exciting, that though

he had started from home with the intention of leaving them after

dinner, he could not resist the pleadings of his companions and his own

wishes, and remained. At supper alone excitement and revelry seemed to

have gained the upper hand, and Percy, though steady in entirely

abstaining from all excess, was not quite so guarded as usual. A

clergyman had lately appeared at T--, whose appearance, manners, and

opinions had given more than usual food for gossip, and much

uncharitableness. His cloth indeed ought to have protected him, but it

rather increased the satire, sarcasm, and laughter which he excited. He

was brought forward by the thoughtless youths of Percy's party, quizzed

unmercifully, made the object of some clever caricatures and satires,

and though young Hamilton at first kept aloof, he could not resist the

contagion. He dashed off about half-a-dozen verses of such remarkably

witty and clever point, that they were received with roars of applause,

and an unanimous request for distribution; but this he positively

refused, and put them up with one or two other poems of more innocent

wit, in which he was fond of indulging, into his pocket.

The day closed, and the next morning brought with it so many regrets,

and such a confused recollection of the very unusual excitement of the

previous evening, that he was glad to dismiss the subject from his mind,

and threw his satire, as he believed, into the fire. In fact, he was so

absorbed with the disagreeable conviction that he could only pay Mr.

Harris a third of his remaining debt, trifling as in reality it was,

that he thought of nothing else. Now Mr. Harris was the editor and

publisher of rather a clever weekly paper, and Percy happened to be in

his parlor waiting to speak to him, while he was paying a contribution.

"I wish my head were clever enough to get out of your debt in that

comfortable way," he said, half laughing, as the gentleman left them

together.

"I wish all my customers were as desirous of paying their large debts as

you are your small ones," was Mr. Harris's reply. "But I have heard

something of your clever verses, Mr. Percy; if you will let me see some,

I really may be able to oblige you, as you seem so very anxious to have

nothing more to do with me--"

"In the way of debt, not of purchases, Mr. Harris; and I assure you, I

am not thinking so much about you, as of my own disobedience. I will

lend you my papers, only you must give me your word not to publish them

with my name."

"They will not be worth so much," replied Mr. Harris, smiling.

"Only let me feel they have helped to discharge my debt, or at least let

me know how much more is wanted to do so, and I will worship the muses

henceforth," replied Percy, with almost his natural gayety, for he felt

he wrote better verses than those Mr. Harris had been so liberally

paying for; and the idea of feeling free again was so very delightful,

that, after receiving Mr. Harris's solemn promise not to betray his

authorship, he galloped home, more happy than he had been for some days.

Mr. Harris had said he must have them that evening, and Robert was

leaving for the town, as his young master entered the house. He hastily

put up his portfolio, and sent it off. His conscience was so perfectly

free from keeping any thing that he afterward had cause to regret, that

he did not think of looking them over, and great was his delight, when a

few lines arrived from Mr. Harris, speaking in the highest terms of his

talent, and saying, that the set of verses he had selected, even without

the attraction of his name, would entirely liquidate his trifling debt.

For the next few days Percy trod on air. He had resolved on waiting till

the poem appeared, and then, as he really had discharged his debt, take

courage and confess the whole to his father, for his idea of truth made

him shrink from any farther concealment. He hoped and believed that his

father would regard the pain and constant annoyance he had been enduring

so long, as sufficient penalty for his disobedience, and after a time

give him back the confidence, which he feared must at his first

confession be withdrawn.

What, then, was his grief, his vexation, almost his despair, when he

recognized in the poem selected, the verses he thought and believed he

had burned the morning after they were written; and which in print, and

read by his sober self, seemed such a heartless, glaring, cruel insult,

not only on a fellow-creature, but a minister of God, that he felt

almost overwhelmed. What could he do? Mr. Harris was not to blame, for

he had made no reservation as to the contents of his portfolio. His

name, indeed, was not to them, and only having been read lightly once to

his companions of that hateful supper--for so he now felt it--almost all

of whom were not perfectly sober, there was a chance of their never

being recognized as his, and as their subject did not live near any town

where the paper was likely to circulate, might never meet his eye. But

all this was poor comfort. The paper was very seldom seen at Oakwood,

but its contents were often spoken of before his parents, and how could

he endure a reference to those verses, how bear this accumulation of

concealment, and, as he felt, deceit, and all sprung from the one

thoughtless act of ordering an expensive and unnecessary indulgence,

without sufficient consideration how it was to be paid. To tell his

father, avow himself the author of such a satire, and on such a subject,

he could not. Could he tell his mother, and implore her intercession?

that seemed like a want of confidence in his father--no--if he ever

could gain courage to confess it, it should be to Mr. Hamilton alone;

but the more he thought, the more, for the first time, his courage

failed. It was only the day before his visit to Lady Helen's that he

had discovered this accumulation of misfortune, and therefore it was not

much wonder he was so dispirited. Two days afterward Herbert, with a

blushing cheek and very timid voice, asked his father to grant him a

great favor. He was almost afraid to ask it, he said, but he hoped and

believed his parent would trust his assurance that it was for nothing

improper. It was that he might be from home next day unattended for

several hours. He should go on horseback, but he was so accustomed to

ride, and his horse was so steady, he hoped he might be allowed to go

alone. Mr. Hamilton looked very much surprised, as did all present. That

the quiet, studious Herbert should wish to give up his favorite

pursuits, so soon too after Mr. Howard's return, and go on what appeared

such a mysterious excursion, was something so extraordinary, that

various expressions of surprise broke from his sisters and Edward. Percy

did look up but made no observation. Mr. Hamilton only paused, however,

to consult his wife's face and then replied--

"You certainly have mystified us, my dear boy; but I freely grant you my

consent, and if I can read your mother's face aright, hers is not far

distant. You are now nearly fifteen, and never once from your birth has

your conduct given me an hour's pain or uneasiness; I have therefore

quite sufficient confidence in your integrity and steadiness to trust

you, as you wish, alone. I will not even ask your intentions, for I am

sure they will not lead you into wrong."

"Thank you, again and again, my own dear father. I hope I shall never do

any thing to forfeit your confidence," replied Herbert, so eagerly that

his cheeks flushed still deeper, and his eyes glistened; then throwing

himself on the stool at his mother's feet, he said, pleadingly, "Will

you, too, trust me, dearest mother, and promise me not to be anxious, if

I do not appear till after our dinner-hour?--promise me this, or I shall

have no pleasure in my expedition."

"Most faithfully," replied Mrs. Hamilton, fondly. "I trust my Herbert

almost as I would his father; I do not say as much for this young man,

nor for that," she added, playfully laying her hand on Percy's shoulder,

and laughing at Edward, who was so excessively amused at the sage

Herbert's turning truant, that he was giving vent to a variety of most

grotesque antics of surprise. Percy sighed so heavily that his mother

was startled.

"I did not intend to call such a very heavy sigh, my boy," she said.

"In an emergency I would trust you quite as implicitly as Herbert; but

you have often yourself wished you had his steadiness."

"Indeed I do, mother; I wish I were more like him in every thing,"

exclaimed Percy, far more despondingly than usual.

"You will be steady all in time, my boy, I have not the very slightest

fear; and as I like variety, even in my sons, I would rather retain my

Percy, with all his boyish errors, than have even another Herbert. So

pray do not look so sad, or I shall fancy I have given you pain, when I

only spoke in jest."

Percy threw his arm round her waist, and kissed her two or three times,

without saying a word, and when he started up and, said, in his usual

gay tone, that as he was not going to turn truant the next day, he must

go and finish some work, she saw tears in his eyes. That something was

wrong, she felt certain, but still she trusted in his candor and

integrity, and did not express her fears even to her husband.

The morrow came. Percy and Edward went to Mr. Howard's, and Herbert at

half-past nine mounted his quiet horse, and after affectionately

embracing his mother, and again promising care and steadiness, departed.

He had risen at five this morning, and studied till breakfast so

earnestly that a double portion was prepared for the next day. He had

said, as he was starting, that, if he might remain out so long, he

should like to call at Greville Manor on his way back, take tea there,

and return home in the cool of the evening.

"Your next request, my very modest son, will be, I suppose, to stay out

all night," replied Mrs. Hamilton; "and that certainly will be refused.

This is the last to which I shall consent--off with you, my boy, and

enjoy yourself."

But Herbert did not expect to enjoy himself half as much as if he had

gone to Mr. Howard's as usual. He did not like to mention his real

object, for it appeared as if the chances were so much against its

attainment, and if it were fulfilled, to speak about it would be equally

painful, from its having been an act of kindness.

The day passed quietly, and a full hour before prayers, Herbert was seen

riding through the grounds, and when he entered the usual sitting-room,

he looked so happy, so animated that, if his parents had felt any

anxiety--which they had not--it would have vanished at once. But though

they were contented not to ask him any questions, the young party were

not, and, except by Percy (who seemed intently engaged with a drawing),

he was attacked on all sides, and, to add to their mirth, Mr. Hamilton

took the part of the curious, his wife that of her son.

"Ah, mamma may well take Herbert's part," exclaimed the little joyous

Emmeline; "for of course she knows all about it; Herbert would never

keep it from her."

"Indeed I do not!" and "Indeed I have not even told mamma!" was the

reply from both at the same moment, but the denial was useless; and the

prayer-bell rung, before any satisfaction for the curious could be

obtained, except that from half-past six Herbert had been very quietly

at Mrs. Greville's.

That night, as Percy sat in gloomy meditation in his own room, before he

retired to bed, he felt a hand laid gently on his shoulder, and looking

up, beheld his brother--

"Have you lost all interest in me, Percy?" asked Herbert, with almost

melancholy reproach. "If you had expressed one word of inquiry as to my

proceedings, I should have told you all without the slightest reserve.

You have never before been so little concerned for me, and indeed I do

not like it."

"I could not ask your confidence, my dear Herbert, when for the last

three months I have been wanting in openness to you. Indeed, annoyed as

I am with my own folly, I was as deeply interested as all the rest in

your expedition, though I guessed its object could be nothing but

kindness; but how could I ask your secret when I was so reserved with

you."

"Then do not let us have secrets from each other any longer, dearest

Percy," pleaded Herbert, twining his arm round his neck, and looking

with affectionate confidence in his face. "I do not at all see why my

secret must comprise more worth and kindness than yours. You talk of

folly, and I have fancied for some days that you are not quite happy;

but you often blame yourself so much more than you deserve, that you do

not frighten me in the least. You said, last night, you wished you were

more like me; but, indeed, if you were, I should be very sorry. What

would become of me without your mirth and liveliness, and your strength

and ever-working care to protect me from any thing like pain, either

mentally or bodily? I should not like my own self for my brother at

all."

"Nor I myself for mine," replied Percy, so strangely cheered, that he

almost laughed at Herbert's very novel idea, and after listening with

earnest interest to his story, took courage and told his own. Herbert in

this instance, however, could not comfort him as successfully as usual.

The satire was the terrible thing; every thing else but that, even the

disobedience of the debt, he thought might be easily remedied by an open

confession to his father; but that unfortunate oversight in not looking

over his papers before he sent them to Mr. Harris, the seeming utter

impossibility to stop their circulation, was to both these

single-hearted, high-principled lads something almost overwhelming. It

did not in the least signify to either that Percy might never be known

as their author. Herbert could not tell him what to do, except that, if

he could but get sufficient courage to tell their father, even if he

could not help them, he was sure it would be a great weight off his

mind, and then he gently reproached him for not coming to him to help

him discharge his debt; it was surely much better to owe a trifle to his

brother than to Mr. Harris.

"And, to gratify my extravagance, deprive you of some much purer and

better pleasure!" replied Percy, indignantly. "No, no, Bertie; never

expect me to do any such thing; I would rather suffer the penalty of my

own faults fifty times over! I wish to heaven I were a child again," he

added with almost comic ruefulness, "and had mamma to come to me every

night, as she used to do, before I went to sleep. It was so easy then to

tell her all I had done wrong in the course of the day, and then one

error never grew into so many: but now--it must be out before Sunday, I

suppose--I never can talk to my father as I do on that day, unless it

is;--but go to bed, dear Herbert; I shall have your pale cheeks upon my

conscience to-morrow, too!"

CHAPTER VII.

MR. MORTON'S STORY.--A CONFESSION.--A YOUNG PLEADER.--GENEROSITY NOT

ALWAYS JUSTICE.

"Do you remember, Emmeline, a Mr. Morton, who officiated for Mr. Howard

at Aveling, five or six weeks ago?" asked Mr. Hamilton of his wife, on

the Saturday morning after Herbert's mysterious excursion. The family

had not yet left the breakfast-table.

"Perfectly well," was the reply; "poor young man! his appearance and

painful weakness of voice called for commiseration too deeply not to be

remembered."

"Is he not deformed?" inquired Miss Harcourt; "there was something

particularly painful about his manner as he stood in the pulpit."

"He is slightly deformed now; but not five years ago he had a graceful,

almost elegant figure, though always apparently too delicate for the

fatiguing mental duties in which he indulged. He was of good family, but

his parents were suddenly much reduced, and compelled to undergo many

privations to enable him to go to Oxford. There he allowed himself

neither relaxation nor pleasure of the most trifling and most harmless

kind; his only wish seemed to be to repay his parents in some degree the

heavy debt of gratitude which he felt he owed them. His persevering

study, great talent, and remarkable conduct, won him some valuable

friends, one of whom, as soon as he was ordained, presented him with a

rich living in the North. For nine months he enjoyed the most unalloyed

happiness. His pretty vicarage presented a happy, comfortable home for

his parents, and the comforts they now enjoyed, earned by the worth of

their son, amply repaid them for former privations.--One cold snowy

night he was summoned to a poor parishioner, living about ten miles

distant. The road was rugged, and in some parts dangerous; but he was

not a man to shrink from his duty for such reasons. He was detained

eight hours, during which time the snow had fallen incessantly, and it

was pitchy dark. Still believing he knew his road, he proceeded, and the

next morning was found lying apparently dead at the foot of a

precipice, and almost crushed under the mangled and distorted carcass of

his horse."

An exclamation of horror burst from all the little group, except from

Percy and Herbert; the face of the former was covered with his hands,

and his brother seemed so watching and feeling for him, as to be unable

to join the general sympathy. All, however, were so engrossed with Mr.

Hamilton's tale, that neither was observed.

"He was so severely injured, that for months his very life was despaired

of. Symptoms of decline followed, and the inability to resume his

ministerial duties for years, if ever again, compelled him to resign his

rich and beautiful living in Yorkshire; and he felt himself once more a

burden on his parents, with scarcely any hope of supporting them again.

Nor was this all; his figure, once so slight and supple, had become so

shrunk and maimed, that at first he seemed actually to loathe the sight

of his fellows. His voice, once so rich and almost thrilling, became

wiry, and almost painfully monotonous; and for some months the conflict

for submission to this inscrutable and most awful trial was so terrible

that he nearly sunk beneath it. This was, of course, still more physical

than mental, and gradually subsided, as, after eighteen months'

residence in Madeira, where he was sent by a benevolent friend, some

portion of health returned. The same benefactor established his father

in some humble but most welcome business in London; and earnestly, on

his return, did his parents persuade him to remain quietly with them,

and not undertake the ministry again; but this he could not do, and

gratefully accepted a poor and most miserable parish on the moor, not

eight miles from here."

"But when did you become acquainted with him, papa?" asked Caroline;

"you have never mentioned him before."

"No, my dear; I never saw him till the Sunday he officiated for Mr.

Howard; but his appearance so deeply interested me, I did not rest till

I had learned his whole history, which Mr. Howard had already

discovered. He has been nearly a year in Devonshire, but so kept aloof

from all but his own poor parishioners, dreading the ridicule and sneers

of the more worldly and wealthy, that it was mere accident which made

Mr. Howard acquainted with him. Our good minister's friendship and

earnest exhortations have so far overcome his too great sensitiveness,

as sometimes to prevail on him to visit the Vicarage, and I trust in

time equally to succeed in bringing him here."

"But what is he so afraid of, dear papa?" innocently asked Emmeline.

"Surely nobody could be so cruel as to ridicule him because he is

deformed?"

"Unfortunately, my dear child, there are too many who only enter church

for the sake of the sermon and the preacher, and to criticise severely

and uncharitably all that differs from their preconceived ideas; to such

persons Mr. Morton must be an object of derision. And now I come to the

real reason of my asking your mother if she remembered him."

"Then you had a reason," answered Mrs. Hamilton, smiling; "your story

has made me wonder whether you had or not."

"I must tax your memory once more, Emmeline, before my cause is told. Do

you recollect, for a fortnight after the Sunday we heard him, he

preached twice a week at Torrington, to oblige a very particular

friend?"

"Yes, and that you feared the increased number of the congregation

proceeded far more from curiosity than kindliness or devotion."

"I did say so, and my fears are confirmed: some affairs brought Morton

to Torrington for two or three days this week, and yesterday I called on

him, and had some hours' interesting conversation. He was evidently even

more than usually depressed and self-shrinking, if I may use the word,

and at length touched, it seemed, by my sympathy, he drew my attention

to a poem in Harris's 'Weekly Magazine.'"

"'It is not enough that it has pleased my God to afflict me,' he said,

'but my fellow-creatures must unkindly make me the subject of attacks

such as these. There is indeed no name, but to none else but me will it

apply.' I could not reply, for I really felt too deeply for him. It was

such a cruel, wanton insult, the very talent of the writer, for the

verses though few in number were remarkably clever, adding to their

gall."

"I wonder Harris should have published them," observed Miss Harcourt;

"his paper is not in general of a personal kind."

"It is never sufficiently guarded; and it would require a person of

higher principles than I fear Harris has, to resist the temptation of

inserting a satire likely to sell a double or treble number of his

papers. I spoke to him at once, and bought up every one that remained;

but though he expressed regret, it was not in a tone that at all

satisfied me as to his feeling it, and of course, as the paper has been

published since last Saturday evening, the circulation had nearly

ceased. If I could but know the author, I think I could make him feel

the excessive cruelty, if not the actual guilt, of his wanton deed."

"But, dear papa, the person who wrote it might not have known his

story," interposed Caroline, to Edward's and Ellen's astonishment, that

she had courage to speak at all; for their uncle's unusual tone and look

brought back almost more vividly than it had ever done before their

mother's lessons of his exceeding and terrible sternness.

"That does not excuse the ridicule, my dear child; it only confirms the

lesson I have so often tried to teach you all, that any thing tending by

word or deed to hurt the feelings of a fellow-creature, is absolutely

wrong--wrong in the thing itself, not according to the greater or less

amount of pain it may excite."

"But, my dear husband, the writer may not have been so taught. Satire

and ridicule are unhappily so popular, that these verses may have been

penned without any thought of their evil tendency, merely as to the

_eclat_ they would bring their author. We must not be too severe, for we

do not know--"

"Mother! mother! do not--do not speak so, if you have ever loved me!" at

length exclaimed poor Percy, so choked with his emotion, that he could

only throw himself by her side, bury his face in her lap, and sob for a

few minutes like a child. But he recovered himself with a strong effort,

before either of his family could conquer their anxiety and alarm, and,

standing erect, though pale as marble, without in the least degree

attempting excuse or extenuation, acknowledged the poem as his, and

poured out his whole story, with the sole exception of how he had

disposed of the money, with which the second time of receiving his

allowance he had intended to discharge his debt; and the manner in which

he told that part of his tale, from the fear that it would seem like an

excuse or a boast, was certainly more calculated to call for doubt than

belief. Herbert was about to speak, but an imploring glance from Percy

checked him.

Mr. Hamilton was silent several minutes after his son had concluded,

before he could reply. Percy was so evidently distressed--had suffered

so much from the consequence of his own errors--felt so intensely the

unintentional publication of his poem--for his father knew his truth far

too well to doubt his tale, and there was something so intrinsically

noble in his brave confession, that to condemn him severely he felt as

if he could not.

"Of willful cruelty toward Mr. Morton, your story has certainly

exculpated you," he said, as sternly as he could; "but otherwise you

must be yourself aware that it has given me both grief and pain, and the

more so, because you evidently shrink from telling me in what manner you

squandered away that money which would have been sufficient to have

fully discharged your debt six weeks ago; I must therefore believe there

is still some deed of folly unrevealed. I condemn you to no

punishment--you are old enough now to know right from wrong, and your

own feelings must condemn or applaud you. Had you been firm, as I had

hoped you were, example would not so have worked upon you, as to tempt

even the composition of your satire; as it is, you must reap the

consequences of your weakness, in the painful consciousness that you

have deeply wounded one, who it would seem had been already sufficiently

afflicted, and that confidence must for the time be broken between us.

Go, sir, the hour of your attendance on Mr. Howard is passed."

Mr. Hamilton rose with the last words, and somewhat hastily quitted the

room. Percy only ventured one look at his mother, she seemed so

grieved--so sad--that he could not bear it; and darting out of the room,

was seen in less than a minute traversing the grounds in the direction

of the vicarage, at such a rate that Edward, fleet as in general he was,

could not overtake him. Herbert lingered; he could not bear that any

part of Percy's story should remain concealed, and so told at once how

his second allowance had been expended.

Mrs. Hamilton's eyes glistened. Percy's incoherence on that one point

had given her more anxiety than any thing else, and the relief the truth

bestowed was inexpressible. Imprudent it was; but there was something so

lovable in such a disposition, that she could not resist going directly

to her husband to impart it.

"You always bring me comfort, dearest!" was his fond rejoinder; "anxious

as that boy's thoughtlessness must make me (for what are his temptations

now to what they will be?) still I must imbibe your fond belief, that

with such an open, generous, truthful heart, he can not go far wrong.

But what _are_ we to do about that unfortunate poem? I can not associate

with Morton, knowing the truth, and yet permit him to believe I am as

ignorant of the author as himself."

"Let me speak to Percy before we decide on anything, my dear Arthur. Is

Mr. Morton still at Torrington?"

"No; he was to return to Heathmore this morning."

Mrs. Hamilton looked very thoughtful, but she did not make any

rejoinder.

In the hour of recreation Emmeline, declaring it was much too hot for

the garden, sought her mother's private sitting-room, with the intention

of asking where she could find her father. To her great delight, the

question was arrested on her lips, for he was there. She seated herself

on his knee, and remained there for some minutes without speaking--only

looking up in his face with the most coaxing expression imaginable.

"Well, Emmeline, what great favor are you going to ask me?" said Mr.

Hamilton, smiling; "some weighty boon, I am quite sure."

"Indeed, papa, and how do you know that?"

"I can read it in your eyes."

"My eyes are treacherous tell-tales then, and you shall not see them any

more," she replied, laughing, and shaking her head till her long bright

ringlets completely hid her eyes and blushing cheeks. "But have they

told you the favor I am going to ask?"

"No," replied her father, joining in her laugh; "they leave that to your

tongue."

"I can read more, I think," said Mrs. Hamilton; "I am very much

mistaken, if I do not know what Emmeline is going to ask."

"Only that--that--" still she hesitated, as if afraid to continue, and

her mother added--

"That papa will not be very angry with Percy; Emmeline, is not that the

boon you have no courage to ask?"

A still deeper glow mounted to the child's fair cheek, and throwing her

arms round her father's neck, she said, coaxingly and fondly--

"Mamma has guessed it, dear papa! you must, indeed, you must forgive

him--poor fellow! he is so _very_ sorry, and he has suffered so much

already--and he did not throw away his money foolishly, as you thought;

he gave it to some very poor people--and you are always pleased when we

are charitable; pray forget every thing else but that, and treat him as

you always do, dear papa--will you not?"

"I wonder which is most certain--that mamma must be a witch, or Emmeline

a most eloquent little pleader," said Mr. Hamilton, caressingly stroking

the ringlets she had disordered, "and suppose, after to-day, I do grant

your request--what then?"

"Oh, you will be such a dear, darling, good papa!" exclaimed Emmeline,

almost suffocating him with kisses, and then starting from his knee, she

danced about the room in a perfect ecstasy of delight; "and Percy will

be happy again, and we shall all be so happy. Mamma, dear mamma, I am

sure you will be glad too."

"And now, Emmeline, when you have danced yourself sober again, come back

to your seat, for as I have listened to and answered you, you must

listen to and answer me."

In an instant she was on his knee again, quite quiet and attentive.

"In the first place, do you think Percy was justified making Mr. Morton

an object of satire at all, even if it should never have left his own

portfolio?"

"No, papa, and I am quite sure, if he had not been rather more

excited--and--and heedless than usual--which was very likely he should

be, you know, papa, after such a day of nothing but pleasure--he would

never have done such a thing: I am sure he did not think of hurting Mr.

Morton's feelings; he only wanted to prove that he was quite as clever

as his companions, and that was very natural, you know, when he is so

clever at such things. But my brother Percy willingly ridicule a

clergyman! no, no, dear papa, pray do not believe it."

"Well defended, my little girl; but how do you justify his disobeying my

commands, and incurring a debt?"

Emmeline was silent. "He was very wrong to do that, papa; but I am sure,

when he ordered the engravings, he did not intend to disobey you, and

you know he is naturally very--I mean a little impatient."

"Still on the defensive, Emmeline, even against your better judgment.

Well, well, I must not make you condemn your brother; does he know what

an eloquent pleader he has in his sister?"

"No, papa; and pray do not tell him."

"And why not?"

"Because he might think it was only for my sake you forgave him, and not

for his own; and I know I should not like that, if I were in his place."

"He shall know nothing more than you desire, my dear little girl,"

replied her father, drawing her closer to him, with almost involuntary

tenderness. "And now will you try and remember what I am going to say.

You wish me only to think of Percy's kind act in giving his money to the

poor people; but I should have been better pleased in this case, had he

been more _just_, and not so generous. I know it is not unfrequently

said by young persons, when they think they are doing a charitable act,

and can only do it by postponing the payment of their debts--'Oh, Mr. So

and so has plenty of business, he can afford to wait for his money, but

these poor creatures are starving.' Now this is not generosity or

charity, but actual injustice, and giving away money which is literally

not their own. I do not believe Percy thought so, because I have no

doubt he forgot Mr. Harris, at the time, entirely; but still, as it was

a mere impulse of kindness, it does not please me quite so much as it

does you."

"But it was charity, papa, was it not? You have said that whenever we

are kind and good to the poor, God is pleased with us; and if Percy did

not intend to wrong Mr. Harris, and only thought about relieving the

poor family, was it not a good feeling?"

"It was; but it might have been still worthier. Suppose Percy had

encountered this case of distress when on his way to order his

engravings, and to enable him to relieve it as he wished, he had given

up the purchasing them. That he found he could not afford the _two_, and

so gave up the one mere _individual_ gratification, to succor some

unhappy fellow-creatures: would not that have been still worthier? and

by the conquest of his own inclinations rendered his charity still more

acceptable to God? Do you quite understand me, Emmy?"

"I think I do, dear papa; you mean that, though God is so good, He is

pleased whenever we are charitable, He is still better pleased when to

be so gives us a little pain."

"Very well explained, my little girl; so you see in this instance, if

Percy had been just before he was generous, and then to be generous, had

denied himself some pleasure, his conduct would not have given us or

himself any pain, but have been quite as worthy of all the praise you

could bestow. And now I wonder how mamma could have discovered so

exactly what favor you had to ask?"

"Oh, mamma always knows all my feelings and wishes, almost before I know

them myself, though I never can find out how."

"Shall I tell you, Emmeline? Your mother has devoted hours, weeks,

months, and years to studying the characters of all her children; so to

know them, that she may not only be able to guide you in the path of

good, but to share all your little joys and sorrows, to heighten the one

and guard you from the other. Ought you not to be very grateful to your

Father in Heaven for giving you such a mother?"

His child made no answer in words, but she slipped from his knee, and

darting to her mother, clasped her little arms tight round her neck, and

hid her glowing cheeks and tearful eyes in her bosom. And from that

hour, as she felt her mother's fond return of that passionate embrace,

her love became religion, though she knew it not. Her thoughts flew to

her cousins and many others, who had no mother, and to others whose

mothers left them to nurses and governesses, and seemed always to keep

them at a distance. And she felt, How could she thank and love God

enough? Nor was it the mere feeling of the moment, it became part of her

being, for the right moment had been seized to impress it.

CHAPTER VIII.

AN UNPLEASANT PROPOSAL.--THE MYSTERY SOLVED.--A FATHER'S GRIEF FROM A

MOTHER'S WEAKNESS.--A FATHER'S JOY FROM A MOTHER'S INFLUENCE.

Meanwhile the young heir of Oakwood had passed no very pleasant day. His

thoughts since Mr. Howard's return had been so pre-occupied, that his

studies had been unusually neglected; so much so, as rather to excite

the displeasure of his gentle and forbearing preceptor. The emotion of

the morning had not tended to steady his ideas, and a severe reproof and

long imposition was the consequence. Not one word did he deign to

address Herbert and Edward, who, perceiving him leave the Vicarage with

every mark of irritation, endeavored, during their walk home, to soothe

him. His step was even more rapid than that in which he had left home,

and he neither stopped nor spoke till he had reached his father's

library, which, fortunately for the indulgence of his ire in words, was

untenanted. He dashed his cap from his brow, flung his books with

violence on the ground, and burst forth--

"Am I not a fool--an idiot, thus to torment myself, and for one act of

folly, when hundreds of boys, at my age, are entirely their own masters?

do what they please--spend what they please--neither questioned nor

reproved--and that poem--how many would glory in its authorship, and not

care a whit whom it might wound. Why am I such a fool, as to reproach

myself about it, and then be punished, like a school-boy, with an

imposition to occupy me at home, because I did not choose to learn in

the hours of study?--Not choose! I wish Mr. Howard could feel as I have

done to-day, nay, all this week; and I challenge him to bore his head

with Greek and Latin! But why am I so cowed as to feel so? Why can not I

have the same spirit as others--instead of being such a slave--such a--"

"Percy!" exclaimed Mrs. Hamilton, who, having sought him the moment she

heard the hall-door close, had heard nearly the whole of his violent

speech, and was almost alarmed at the unusual passion it evinced. Her

voice of astonished expostulation checked his words, but not his

agitation; he threw himself on a chair, leaning his arms upon the table,

buried his face upon them, while his whole frame shook. His mother sat

down by him, and laying her hand on his arm, said gently--

"What is it that has so irritated you, my dear Percy? What has made you

return home in such a very different mood to that in which you left it?

Tell me, my boy."

Percy tried to keep silence, for he knew if he spoke he should, as he

expressed it, be a child again, and his pride tried hard for victory.

Even his father or Herbert at that moment would have chafed him into

increased anger, but the almost passionate love and reverence which he

felt for his mother triumphed over his wrath, and told him he was much

more unhappy than angry; and that he longed for her to comfort him, as

she always had done in his childish griefs; and so he put his arms round

her, and laid his head on her shoulder and said, in a half-choked

voice:--

"I am very unhappy, mother; I feel as if I had been every thing that was

bad, and cruel, and foolish, and so it was a relief to be in a passion;

but I did not mean you to hear it, and cause you more grief than I have

done already."

"You have been very thoughtless, very foolish, and not quite so firm as

we could have wished, my own dear boy, but I will not have you accuse

yourself of any graver faults," replied Mrs. Hamilton, as she lightly

pushed back the clustering hair from his heated forehead, and the

gentle touch of her cool hand seemed as restorative as her soothing

words; and Percy, as he listened to her, as she continued speaking to

him in the same strain for some little time, felt more relieved than

five minutes before he thought possible, and more than ever determined

that he would never act so thoughtlessly; or, if he were tempted to do

so, never keep it concealed so long again. Mrs. Hamilton's anxious

desire with him was, always to do justice to his better qualities, at

the same time that she blamed and convinced him of his faults. It was a

very delicate thing, and very difficult to succeed in, perhaps

impossible to minds less peculiarly refined, and hearts less intensely

anxious than Mrs. Hamilton's; but no difficulty, no failure, had ever

deterred her--and in Percy she was already rewarded. He was of that

high, fine spirit, that any unjust harshness would have actually

confirmed in error--any unguarded word bring argument on argument, and

so, for the mere sake of opposition, cause him to abide in his opinions,

when the acknowledgment of his being right in some things, produced the

voluntary confession of his error in others.

"And now about these unfortunate verses, my dear boy; I am not quite

clear as to their fate, how it happened that you did not destroy them

directly you returned home."

"I fully intended, and believed I had done so, mother, but the whirl of

that night seemed to extend to the morning, and I dressed and prepared

for Mr. Howard in such a hurry (I had overslept myself, too), that

though I had quite resolved they should not pollute my pocket-book any

longer, I had no time to look over my papers--thought I could not be

mistaken in their outside--burnt those I really wished to keep, and

threw those which have caused me all this pain into my portfolio. If I

had but been firm enough to have followed my father's advice, and left

my companions before supper!--or, if I did join them, had not been so

weak, so mad, as to yield to the temptation, but adhered to my

principles, notwithstanding they might have been laughed at, I might

have been spared it all; but I was so excited, so heated, with a more

than sufficient quantity of wine, that I did not know what I was

about--not its extent of wrong, at least."

"And you have suffered enough for an evening's excitement, my poor boy;

but I am sure you would atone for it, if you could."

"Atone for it, mother! I would give all I possess to cancel that odious

poem, and blot it from Mr. Morton's memory, as from my own."

"And I think you can do both, Percy."

He looked at her in utter bewilderment.

"Do both, mother!" he repeated.

"Yes, my boy! it is a painful remedy, but it would be an effectual one.

Seek Mr. Morton, and tell him yourself your whole story."

Percy crimsoned to the very temples.

"Do not ask me such a thing, mother," he answered very hurriedly; "I can

not do it."

"You think so at this moment, my dear boy; I am not at all astonished

that you should, for it will be very humiliating, and very painful; and

if I could spare you either the humiliation or the pain, yet produce the

same good effects, I need not tell you how gladly I would; but no one

can remove the sting of that poem from Mr. Morton's sensitive feelings

but yourself; and I am quite sure if you will allow yourself a little

time for quiet thought, you will agree with me."

"But why should I inflict such pain upon myself, granting I deserve it?"

answered Percy, still much heated; "when, though my poem is the only one

that has unfortunately met his eye, the others were quite as galling,

and my companions quite as much to blame--why should I be the sufferer?"

"Because, by many errors, you have brought it on yourself. Your

companions did indeed act very wrongly, but are we quite sure that the

principles which your father and Mr. Howard have so carefully impressed

upon you, have been as carefully impressed upon them? and in such a case

are not you the more responsible? They had evidently no inward check to

keep them from such an amusement; you had, for you have acknowledged

that you kept aloof at first, _knowing it was wrong_, and only yielded

from want of sufficient firmness. Inflict the pain of an avowal upon

yourself, my boy, and its memory will help you in future from yielding

to too great weakness--and the act prove to us that, though for a moment

led into great error, you are still as brave and honest as we believe

you."

Percy did not reply, but his countenance denoted an inward struggle, and

his mother added--

"Suppose, as is very likely, Mr. Morton becomes intimate here, how can

you, with your open, truthful heart, associate with him, with any

comfort or confidence even though perfectly satisfied that we would not

betray you, and that he would never know the truth? You may fancy now

that you could, but I know my Percy better; but I must not talk to you

any more, for the dressing-bell rang some minutes ago. Remember, my dear

boy, that I lay no command on you to seek Mr. Morton; I have only told

you that which I believe would restore you to happiness and atone for

your faults, more effectually than any thing else; but you are quite at

liberty to act as you think proper."

She left the room as she spoke, but Percy remained for some few minutes

longer in deep thought, and when he prepared for dinner, and joined his

family, it was still in the same unbroken silence. Mr. Hamilton took no

notice of him, and two or three times the little affectionate Emmeline

felt the tears rising to her eyes, for she could not bear to see that

brother, who was in general the life of the family group, so silent and

abstracted.

Sliding after him, as he quitted the room after dinner, she took his

hand, and looked coaxingly in his face, longing, but not daring to tell

him her father's promise, for fear he should discover her share in the

transaction.

"Well, dear Emmy?"

"Are you going to take a walk, Percy?--let me go with you."

"I do not think I am, love. I may be going to ride."

"To ride!" repeated the little girl; "will it be worth while?"

"You forget, Emmy, it is summer now, I have full four hours before

prayers; but do not say any thing about my intentions, Emmeline, for I

do not know them myself yet."

He kissed her forehead and left her, and a few minutes afterward she was

summoned to join her mother, Caroline, and Ellen, in a walk. They

sauntered through the grounds in the direction of the northern lodge,

which opened on the road leading to Dartmoor; when, not a quarter of an

hour after they had left the house, they were overtaken by Percy, riding

at what seemed almost a hand gallop, but he had time as he passed his

mother to gracefully doff his cap, and her fond heart throbbed, as she

caught the expression of his flushed, but earnest face. He was out of

sight in another moment, followed by Robert, who was the lads' constant

attendant.

Before they had concluded their walk, they met Mrs. Greville and Mary,

and returned with them to the house. Emmeline, who had not seen Mary

for nearly a fortnight, was in an ecstasy of enjoyment, and Ellen always

felt it a real pleasure quietly to walk by Mary's side, and answer the

many questions with which she always contrived to interest her. On

entering the house, Mr. Hamilton, Herbert, and Edward joined them, and

Mrs. Hamilton was somewhat surprised at the even more than ordinary

warmth with which her son was greeted by her friends, and at the flush

which stained his cheek at Mrs. Greville's first words--

"You were not too much fatigued last Thursday, I hope, my dear Herbert?"

she inquired, and as she looked at him, her eyes glistened in tears.

"Oh, not in the least," he replied instantly, and as if he would

exceedingly like to change the subject; but Mrs. Greville, turning to

Mrs. Hamilton, continued--

"Will you forgive me, Emmeline, if I confess that my visit this evening

was more to inquire after your son, than even to see you. I was so

anxious to know that he had suffered no inconvenience from his unusual,

and I am sure fatiguing, exertion."

"I suppose I must not be jealous, as you are so candid," replied Mrs.

Hamilton, smiling; "but I feel very much inclined to be so, finding that

you are more in my son's confidence than I am myself. I know Herbert was

from home on Thursday, but I was not aware of any particular exertion on

his part."

"Did you not know then where he went?" exclaimed Mary and her mother at

the same moment; and the former continued, with unusual eagerness, "Did

you not know that he went to the races, to try and hear something of

Alfred? and that by hunting about both the fair and the

race-ground--scenes which I know he so much dislikes--he actually found

him, and amused him so successfully, that he kept him with him all day.

Papa was so engaged that he had no time to look after Alfred, who, from

being left entirely to himself, might have sought the worst companions;

I can not think what charm Herbert used, but Alfred was quite contented

to be with him; they dined together, and--"

"He brought me what, next to my boy himself, was the greatest

consolation I could have," interposed Mrs. Greville, her voice so

faltering, that tears almost escaped,--"a few lines which, he assures

me, Alfred thought of writing himself, telling me, he could not bear to

think he had left home without kissing me, and that, though he was so

happy with his father, that he could not wish to return home, he still

loved me and Mary very, very much, and would continue to love us, and

come and see us, whenever he could. Oh, Emmeline, can you not imagine

the relief of such a letter, of hearing of him at all? and it was all

through the kindness, the goodness of your boy!"

When Mrs. Greville and Mary had first begun to speak, Herbert tried to

retreat; but Edward placing himself against the door, so that to open it

was impossible, and Caroline and Emmeline, both at once catching hold of

him, to keep him prisoner, egress was not to be thought of; so, in

laughing despair, he broke from his sisters, flung himself on his usual

seat, his mother's stool, and almost hid himself in her dress.

"It must have been a relief, indeed," answered Mr. Hamilton; "and

rejoiced am I that my quiet Herbert thought of such a plan. Look up,

Master Shamefaced, and tell us the reason of your most extraordinary

mystery on this occasion. Why did you so carefully conceal your

intentions from your mother and myself?"

"Because, papa, I feared you might not approve of them; I hardly dared

think about it myself, for it seemed as if I were doing actually wrong

in disregarding your principles, for only the _chance_ of effecting

good. I know, if I had mentioned my wish to find Alfred, or hear

something about him, you would not have refused my going; but then mamma

must have known it, and she would have been anxious and uncomfortable,

if I had not appeared the very moment I had named; would you not?" he

continued, looking up in her face with that expression of affection,

which very few, even comparative strangers, had power to remit.

"I should indeed, my dear boy; I fear I should have condemned your

scheme as a very wild one, and really am glad you thought so much of my

comfort, as not to tell me more than you did. So I must not even be

jealous, Jessie, but rather propose a vote of thanks to you and Mary for

solving the mystery. I do not think Herbert ever excited so much

curiosity and speculation, in his life, before."

The entrance of Mr. Grahame changed the current of the conversation,

greatly to Herbert's relief, for he did not at all like being thus

brought forward. Austere as Grahame was at home, he was always welcomed

with pleasure by the young Hamiltons, who never could understand why

Annie and Cecil should so fear him. That something unusual had annoyed

him, Mr. Hamilton perceived at the first glance; but he took no notice,

for Grahame seemed to find relief in talking gayly to the young people.

"And where is my friend Percy?" he inquired, as he joined the happy

group at tea, and Percy was still absent. Mr. Hamilton repeated the

question in some surprise; but his wife replying that he had gone to

ride, and might not be back yet, the subject dropped.

After tea, Mrs. Greville and Mary, attended by Herbert and Edward,

returned to the Manor; and the little girls went to finish some business

for the next day, and amuse themselves as they liked. Grahame remained

alone with his friends, who at length drew from him the cause of his

solicitude. He had that morning discovered, that, notwithstanding his

positive commands, Cecil had gone to the prohibited places of amusement.

His wife had prevaricated when he questioned her; at one moment almost

denying her connivance at the boy's disobedience, at another

unconsciously acknowledging it, by insisting that there was no harm in

it; and if Grahame would persist in so interfering with his children's

amusements, he must expect to be disobeyed. If such were his home, where

was he to look for truth, honor, and affection? What would be his son's

after career, if such were the lessons of his childhood? He had punished

him severely, but there was little hope of its producing any good

effect, when his wife was yet more to blame than his child. It would

only alienate the boy's affections still more from him. Yet what could

he do? Could he let such disobedience and untruthfulness--for Cecil had

denied his having been at the races--pass unnoticed? He had shut himself

up in his library the remainder of the day; but at length, unable to

bear his own thoughts, had walked over to Oakwood, feeling sure, if

peace were to be found, he should find it there.

Their sympathy it was easy for Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton to give--for they

felt it sincerely--but to advise was both delicate and difficult. To

interfere in a household is not the part even of the most intimate

friends. And when Lady Helen herself encouraged the boy in his

disobedience, and showed him an example of equivocation, what could be

said? Grahame could not bear the idea of a public school for a boy

scarcely eleven, and whose home-influence was so injurious, and Mr.

Hamilton could not advise it. He tried, therefore, merely to raise the

depressed spirits of his friend, bringing forward many instances, when

even the best training failed; and others where the faults of childhood

were subdued by circumstances, and became fair promising youth. Grahame

shook his head despondingly.

"You can scarcely be a fit judge of my trial, Hamilton," he said; "you

have known nothing but the blessing of hand-in-hand companionship, in

the training of your children, as in every thing else. There must be

_unity_ between father and mother, or there is little hope of joy in

their offspring for either; were my wife only in some things like

yours--but I see I must not speak so," he added hurriedly, as he met a

glance of reproach from Mrs. Hamilton, and he turned to address the two

lads, who at that instant entered from their walk. The bell for prayers

rung soon afterward, and Grahame rose to say good night.

"Nay, stay with us," said Mr. Hamilton, earnestly. "Why should the call

for devotion be the signal for separation? join us, Grahame. It is not

the first time by very many that we have prayed together."

Grahame yielded without an instant's hesitation. Still Percy had not

returned, and his mother became dreadfully anxious. Her husband, at her

request, waited a quarter of an hour, but reluctantly; for he was more

particular that every member of his household should assemble at the

stated hour of prayer, than in any other point relating to his

establishment. Scarcely, however, had the first word been said, when

Percy and Robert entered, and the former, with a very rapid, but

noiseless step, traversed the large room, and kneeled in his accustomed

place. In vain did Mrs. Hamilton try to keep her thoughts fixed on the

service. Had he really been to Mr. Morton, and if he had, how had he

been received? had his fine spirit been soothed or irritated? and a

thousand other nameless but natural fears thronged her heart. But one

look on her son as he rose reassured her; his cheek was flushed with

rapid riding, but his dark eye sparkled, and he looked more bright and

joyous than he had done for weeks. He advanced without hesitation to Mr.

Hamilton the moment the domestics had quitted the library and said,

eagerly, but still respectfully--

"Will you, too, forgive me, my dear father? Mr. Morton knows the whole

truth, and has not only pardoned my cruel folly, but assured me, that I

have more than atoned for the pain my hateful verses inflicted; that he

will laugh at them himself and declare he knows their author as a most

particular friend--which he hopes you will permit me to become--whenever

he has the opportunity; for that such notice of them will be the surest

way to consign them to oblivion. I have endured so much pain the last

few weeks that I do not think I shall be so thoughtless and weak in a

hurry again. Will you try me once more?"

Astonished and touched, far more than he was ever in the habit of

allowing himself to feel, much less to display, Mr. Hamilton had some

difficulty in replying; but his words were even more than satisfactory

to his son's eager heart, for he answered earnestly--

"Pray, do not give me any praise for my courage, papa; I am quite sure,

if it had not been for mamma's suggestion, I never could have done it.

It might have crossed my mind, but I fear pride would not have permitted

me to listen to it; but when mamma put the case before me as she did, I

could not prevent my conscience from feeling the truth of all she said,

and if I had not followed her advice, I should have been more miserable

still. Dearest mother," he continued, as he turned with even more than

his usual affection to receive her nightly embrace, "you have made me so

happy! how can I thank you?"

If she made him happy, he certainly had returned the blessing, for Mrs.

Hamilton had seldom felt more exquisite pleasure than she did at that

moment; and her little Emmeline, though she could not quite understand

all her mother's feelings, felt, in her way, almost as glad.

"Well, Mrs. Hamilton will not your son's words confirm mine?" said Mr.

Grahame trying to speak cheerfully, when the young party had retired,

and he was again alone with his friends. "Can he go far wrong with such

a friend?"

"Indeed, he has done me more than justice, and himself not enough. When

I left him, I had scarcely a hope that my very disagreeable advice would

be followed; besides, Mr. Grahame," she added, more playfully, "it was

not from disagreeing with you on a mother's influence that my look

reproached you, you know well enough what it meant; and I still say,

that even now, if you would but be less reserved and stern, would but

see Helen's many better qualities, as clearly as you do her faults, you

might still win her to your will even with regard to your children."

"Not now, Mrs. Hamilton, it is too late; but you have no idea how your

look transported me back to years past," he added, evidently resolved to

change the subject, "when I actually almost feared to approach you. Do

you remember, Hamilton, when I told you, if Miss Manvers had a fault,

she was too cold?"

"I shall not easily forget the incidents of that night," replied Mr.

Hamilton, with a fond glance toward his wife. "Poor Eleanor, when her

conduct that evening fell under my lash, I little thought her orphan

children would be living under my roof, and to me almost like my own."

"And one her very image," observed Grahame. "Does either resemble her in

mind or disposition?"

"Edward almost as much in mind as in personal beauty," replied Mrs.

Hamilton; "But not in all points of his disposition. Ellen does not

resemble her poor mother in any thing."

"Is she like her father?"

"I did not know him sufficiently to judge, but I fancy not.--In fact, I

hardly yet understand Ellen."

"Indeed!" answered Grahame, smiling; "is your penetrative genius here at

fault?"

"I fear it is," she answered, in the same tone; "Ellen is my youngest

child--and that which has been my successful help five times, has become

blunted at the sixth, and refuses to aid me further."

"Grahame, do not heed her," interposed her husband, laughing; "she

fancies there is something extraordinary about Ellen, which she can not

comprehend; and I feel certain that imagination has been playing with my

wife's sober judgment, and that our little niece is a very ordinary

child, only rather more sad and quiet than is usual at her age, which

may be easily accounted for by her early trials and constant ill-health.

So I solve what my wife pronounces a mystery. She has so few fancies,

however, that I do not quarrel with this, for it has all the charm of

novelty."

There were more than usual subjects of thought on the minds of all the

young inmates of Oakwood, before they went to sleep that night. Percy's,

Herbert's, and Emmeline's were all peculiarly happy and peaceful.

Caroline's were not so agreeable. Praise lavished on others never gave

her pleasure: the question would always come, Why did she not receive it

too? It was very hard that she so seldom received it, and self-love was

always ready to accuse her parents of some degree of partiality rather

than herself of unworthiness. But these thoughts only came when she was

alone; the moment she heard her father's voice, or met her mother's

smile, they fled from her till they were pertinaciously recalled.

Ellen thought mostly of Herbert. She had been as curious as the rest to

know where he had been, though she had not said so much about it. But

that it was for some good, kind deed she had never doubted.

"No wonder Mary loves him so much," she said internally; "but how can I

ever hope he will love one so often naughty as I am. If Edward be so

much superior, what must Herbert be? How I wish I were his sister, and

then he would love me, deserving or not."

That poor Ellen was often thought, as she expressed it, "naughty" was

true; and it was this mingling of many apparent faults, especially

disregard to her aunt's commands, and but too often endeavor to conceal

and equivocate, instead of an open confession, with a sorrow and

repentance too deep and painful for her years, that so fairly bewildered

Mrs. Hamilton, and really, as she had told Mr. Grahame, prevented her

from understanding Ellen. If she could but have known of that

unfortunate promise, and the strong hold it had taken of the child's

vivid imagination; that by dwelling on it she had actually made herself

believe that, by always shielding Edward from blame or punishment, she

was obeying and making her mother love her from Heaven, and so, still

more deepening her father's affection for her; and that this idea

enabled her to bear the suffering of that most painful of all

punishments, her aunt's displeasure, Mrs. Hamilton would have left no

means untried to remove such a mistaken impression, and no doubt would

have succeeded; but she had not the slightest conception of the real

origin of her niece's incomprehensible contradictions. She had believed

and hoped the influences of her earlier life would disappear before the

quiet, wholesome routine of the present, and often and often she found

herself fearing that it could not be only maternal neglect, but actual

disposition, at fault. When convinced of the great importance of truth,

Ellen frequently, instead of attempting to conceal what Edward might

have heedlessly done, actually took it upon herself, not being able to

define that in such self-sacrifice she was also forfeiting truth; or, if

she did believe so, it was also clear, that to tell the real truth to

her aunt and betray Edward, was breaking her solemn promise to her

mother; and, either way, she was doing wrong. To describe or define the

chaos in the poor child's mind, from these contending feelings, would be

almost as impossible to us as it was to herself. She only knew that she

was often naughty when she most wished to be good; that her aunt must

think she did not care for her displeasure; when it made her so very

unhappy, that she was scarcely ever in disgrace without being ill. That

she never could feel happy, for even when "good" there always seemed a

weight hanging over her, and therefore she must be different to, and

worse than any body else. Little do mere superficial observers know the

capabilities for joy or suffering in a young child's heart, the

exquisitely tender germ which is committed to us; the awful

responsibility which lies in the hands of adults, for the joy or grief,

good or evil, as the portion of a child! Happily for Ellen, Mrs.

Hamilton's love was as inexhaustible as her patience, or her niece might

have been still more unhappy, for few would have so understood and

practiced the delicate and difficult task of constantly being called

upon to correct, and yet to love.

Our young readers must not think Edward very cowardly and very

dishonorable, always to let his sister bear the penalty of his faults.

He had never been taught, and therefore could not understand, the

imperative necessity, when guilty of heedlessness or disobedience,

boldly to step forward, whether others were injured or not, and avow it.

He did not understand how not to say any thing about it, unless he was

asked, could be a want of truth.

It was also Mrs. Hamilton's constant custom never to mention to the

members of her family, who might have been absent at the time, any thing

of fault or disgrace which had fallen under her own immediate

jurisdiction, unless their nature absolutely demanded it; and the

absence of the young offenders from the happy family circle, either at

meals or hours of recreation, when such an unusual proceeding was

necessary, in consequence, never excited any remark, but a very general

feeling of regret. Edward, therefore, scarcely ever heard the actual

cause of his sister's disgrace, and sometimes did not even know she had

incurred it. He did, indeed, when she was sometimes absent, feel very

uncomfortable; but his immovable awe of his really indulgent uncle (an

impression of his mother's creating, quite as strong as Ellen's idea of

the sanctity of her promise) caused him to adopt every means of

removing the uncomfortable consciousness that he was far more to blame

than Ellen, but the right one, a fearless inquiry as to why she was

punished, and an open avowal that it was he who had either led her into

error, or was the real offender. His thoughts on Percy's conduct were

very different to those of his cousins.

"No!" he exclaimed, almost aloud, in the energy of his feelings, "no! I

would have suffered any thing, every thing, rather than have done

this--seek Mr. Morton, humble myself by avowing the truth to him, and

ask his pardon for a mere clever joke, that Percy ought to have been

proud of, instead of regretting! If I did not know him well, I should

believe him a craven milk-and-water lad, without a particle of the right

spirit within him. What could have possessed him?--my uncle's look must

have frightened him out of his sober senses: to be sure it was very

terrible; poor mamma was, indeed, right as to his unbending sternness;

but I think I could have dared even his anger, rather than beg Mr.

Morton's pardon, when there really was no necessity." And sleep overtook

him, with the firm conviction resting on his mind, that though in some

things Percy might be his equal, yet in manliness and spirit, he

(Edward) was decidedly the superior.

CHAPTER IX.

TEMPTATION AND DISOBEDIENCE.--FEAR.--FALSEHOOD AND PUNISHMENT.

It was the Christmas vacation--always a happy season in the halls of

Oakwood. The previous year, the general juvenile party with which Mr.

and Mrs. Hamilton indulged their children on the first or sixth of

January, as circumstances permitted, had not taken place on account of

Mrs. Fortescue's death, and was therefore this year anticipated with

even more than usual joy. Caroline and Emmeline were never permitted to

go to indiscriminate parties. Two or three, really confined to children,

their mother allowed their joining, with Miss Harcourt, in the course of

the year, but their own ball was always considered the acme of

enjoyment, especially now that Caroline began to fancy herself very much

too old for only children's parties. Annie went almost every where with

Lady Helen, and quite laughed at the idea of joining children; and

Caroline this year began to wish most intensely that her mother would

take her out to grown-up parties too, and lost all relish for the

pleasant parties she had enjoyed. Mrs. Hamilton never obliged her to go

out with Emmeline and Ellen, if she really did not wish it; but Caroline

could not get any farther in considering herself a woman.

The week before Christmas, Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton did not allow to be all

holiday and amusement. The season was to their feelings of religion one

of earnest, intense thankfulness, and they wished to make it equally so

to their children--a source of joy and hope indeed, but the joy and hope

of Heaven, not the mere amusements and pleasures of earth. They had

thought long and tried earnestly to make their children so to love

serious things, as never to associate them with gloom or sadness--never

to fancy that to be truly and spiritually religious demanded a

relinquishment of the joys and pleasures and innocent happiness of their

age, and admirably had they succeeded. Christmas week was always

anticipated with quiet gladness, for they were still more with their

father and mother; and the few serious readings and lessons they had,

were from and with them alone; Miss Harcourt's time was then entirely

her own. As soon as Christmas-day was passed, the young party, with the

sole exception of two hours' work by themselves, in the morning or some

part of the day if the mornings were wanted--(for Mrs. Hamilton never

permitted _all_ duty to be suspended, believing--and her children had

experienced the wisdom of the belief--that pleasure and recreation were

infinitely more enjoyable after the performance of some duty, however

brief and easy, than had they nothing to do but to amuse themselves all

day)--were allowed to be just as free, happy, and noisy as they pleased;

and the exuberance of their innocent happiness would have been envied by

many, who might have thought the quiet routine of their usual life

irksome indeed.

Edward Fortescue was looking forward with the greatest delight to

becoming a midshipman in the course of the following year. He hoped,

indeed, it would be in a very few months; but his uncle and Mr. Howard

had only told him to work on as hard as he could, for the summons might

come for him to join at a very short notice, and it would be very

dreadful, if the commission should be refused because his guardians did

not think him forward enough in his various studies to leave them. They

had looked very mischievous when they had told him this, and Edward had

enjoyed the joke, and resolved they should not have any such amusement.

He would go to sea, if he worked night and day for the privilege; and he

really did so well, that his uncle gave him great praise, which was as

unexpected and delightful as his anger was terrible.

It happened that on the morning after Christmas-day, Edward and Ellen

were quite alone in the school room; the former was in one of his most

impatient moods, for at his own request, his uncle was to examine him in

a favorite study, and one of the necessary books was wanting. He had

read it a few evenings previous, but something had crossed him, and in a

desperate passion he had flung the book from him, and where it fell he

neither knew nor cared. Caroline and Emmeline had already gone on an

expedition to some poor people, with their mother; Ellen had asked and

received permission to put some seeds in her little garden, Percy having

kindly promised to show her where, and to do some harder work in it for

her. He was, however, still engaged with his father, and would be, he

had told her, for perhaps an hour longer, but he would be sure to come

to her then; and, to employ the interval, she had intended to work hard

at a purse she was making for him. Edward, however, entirely engrossed

her, and for nearly half an hour they hunted in every nook and corner of

the room, at length--

"I see it! I see it! Edward," Ellen exclaimed, adding, however, in a

very desponding tone, "but what shall we do? we can not get it."

"Why not?" answered Edward, impatiently; "where is it, Ellen?"

"Behind that stand of flowers," she replied, pointing to one that filled

a corner of the room and which, though it was winter, was filled with

some beautiful flowering geraniums of all colors, and some few rare

myrtles in full flower.

"There!" said Edward joyfully; "Oh, that is very easily moved--I shall

get it in a minute."

"But you know aunt Emmeline desired us not to touch it," implored Ellen,

clinging to his arm; "and the flowers are almost all Caroline's. Dear

Edward--pray do not move it."

"Stuff and nonsense, Ellen! How is aunt to know any thing about it? and

what do I care about the flowers being Caroline's; they may be whose

they like, but they shall not prevent my getting my book."

"But it will be disobeying aunt. Edward--pray, pray, don't; you know how

displeased she was with Emmeline last week for a much more trifling

disobedience than this will be. And if any thing should happen to the

flowers, Caroline will be so angry."

"And what do I care for Caroline's anger," retorted Edward impatiently;

"My uncle's indeed is something to care about, and if I don't get my

book and go to him directly, I shall have it. I don't like to disobey

aunt, but in this case there is no help for it. I am sure I can reach it

without doing any harm; besides, I _must_ get my book--I can not do

without it."

"Then only wait till aunt comes home, or at least let me ask uncle if we

may move it, dear Edward; do let me go--I will not be a minute."

"And so betray my being in a passion the other day, and get me a reproof

for that, and for my carelessness into the bargain! Nonsense, Ellen; I

will get it, and, you must help me, for I have not a moment to lose."

"No, Edward! indeed, indeed, I can not touch it," she replied

imploringly, and shrinking back.

"Say, rather, you wish to get me into disgrace, and perhaps prevented

from going out this evening, and to-morrow, and Friday too!" exclaimed

Edward, irritated beyond all forbearance; "and the other day you were so

very sorry I was going from home so soon--much you must care about me,

that you can not do such a trifling thing as this to oblige me! I hate

deceit."

Ellen made no reply, though the tears started to her eyes; but as usual

her firmness deserted her. The heavy stand was carefully moved a little

forward, without injuring any of the plants; the book was obtained, and

at that moment the voice of Percy was heard exclaiming--

"Edward! Edward! what are you about? papa has been expecting you the

last half-hour; he says if you do not come directly, you will not have

time to do all you wish--what can you be about?"

Edward did not wait to hear much more than his name, but darted off,

leaving his sister to push back the stand. Ellen felt almost sure she

could not do it by herself; but how was she to act? To ask assistance

would not only be confessing her own disobedience, but inculpating her

brother, and really, perhaps, deprive him of the enjoyments he

anticipated, and so confirm his unkind words. She tried to replace it,

and thought she had quite succeeded; but as she moved it, one of the

myrtles fell to the ground, and its beautiful blossom hung on the stalk,

preserved from being quite broken off only by three or four delicate

fibers. It was Caroline's favorite plant; one she so cherished and

tended, that Percy called it her petted child; and poor Ellen stood

paralyzed; she raised the pot mechanically, and rested the broken head

of the flower against the still uninjured sprig, and it looked so well

and natural, that the thought for a moment darted across her mind that

after all it might not be discovered. Then came all her aunt's lessons

of the many ways of acting an untruth without words, and, therefore,

even if it should not be discovered, it was no comfort; but could she,

dared she, voluntarily confess what must appear a willful disobedience?

If her aunt had been at home, she might in that first moment have gained

the necessary courage; but she was not expected back for two or three

hours, and Ellen sat with her face buried in her hands, only conscious

of misery, till her cousin's joyous voice called out from the hall--

"Come along, Nelly, I have kept you long enough; Tiny would never have

left me quiet so long; but there is no tiring your patience. However, I

will make up for it now."

And glad to escape from her own thoughts, she hastily collected the

various seeds, and ran after him. And Percy was so active, so obliging,

so amusing in his queer ways of working and talking, that she almost

forgot the impending trial, till she met her aunt and cousins at

luncheon. Edward had been so intent, so happy at his business with his

uncle, that he had never cast a thought as to how the stand got back;

and after lunch he had to go for a row on the river, and after dinner to

attend a lecture on astronomy, which, that night and the one following,

was to be given in the town-hall in T--. His uncle and Percy and Herbert

were to accompany him, and so, that he should give a thought to any

thing disagreeable, was not likely.

The day wore on; Ellen's little courage had all gone, and she almost

unconsciously hoped that nothing would be discovered. Mr. Hamilton and

the lads departed at six, and Mrs. Hamilton proposed adjourning to her

daughters' room, to finish an entertaining book that they were reading

aloud. She had noticed, with her usual penetration, that all day Ellen

evidently shrunk from her eye, and felt quite sure something was wrong

again; but she asked no questions, fearing again to tempt equivocation.

Caroline's passionate exclamation that somebody had broken her beautiful

flower, drew the attention of all to the stand, and one glance sufficed

to tell Mrs. Hamilton that it had been moved. Her anxious suspicions at

once connected this with Ellen's shrinking manner, and she turned to ask

her if she knew any thing about it. But Ellen had disappeared; and she

rang the bell, and inquired of the only domestics whose department ever

led them into the room, if they could explain the accident. But neither

of them could; all uniting in declaring, that in the morning the myrtle

was quite perfect.

"Ellen was at home, mamma; she must know something about it. Percy said

they did not begin gardening till more than an hour after we were gone,"

exclaimed Caroline, whose temper was sorely tried by this downfall of

all her cares. "I dare say she did it herself--spiteful thing!--and has

gone to hide herself rather than confess it--it is just like her!"

"Stop, Caroline, do not condemn till you are quite certain; and do not

in your anger say what is not true. Ellen has given no evidence as yet

of being spiteful or mischievous. Emmeline, go and tell your cousin that

I want her."

The child obeyed. Miss Harcourt had continued working most industriously

at the table, without uttering a word, though Mrs. Hamilton's

countenance expressed such unusual perplexity and pain, that it would

have seemed kinder to have spoken. One look at Ellen convinced her aunt,

and she actually paused before she spoke, dreading the reply almost as

much as the child did the question. It was scarcely audible; it might

have been denial, it certainly was not affirmative, for Miss Harcourt

instantly exclaimed--

"Ellen, how can you tell such a deliberate falsehood? I would not tell

your aunt, for I really wished you to have the opportunity of in some

degree redeeming your disobedience; but I saw you move back the stand,

and your sinful attempt at concealment by replacing the broken

flower--and now you dare deny it?"

"I did not replace the flower with the intention of concealing it,"

exclaimed Ellen, bursting into tears; for that one unjust charge seemed

to give back the power of speech, though the violent reproach and

invective which burst from Caroline prevented any thing further.

"I must beg you to be silent, Caroline, or to leave the room, till I

have done speaking to your cousin," said her mother, quietly; "the fate

of your flower seems to make you forget that I have never yet permitted

disrespect or any display of temper in my presence."

"But what right had Ellen to touch the stand?"

"None--she has both disobeyed and again tried to deceive me; faults

which it is my duty to chastise, but not yours to upbraid. Answer me,

Ellen, at once and briefly; your fault is known, and, therefore, all

further equivocation is useless. Did you move that flower-stand?"

"Yes," replied the child, almost choked with sobs, called forth the more

from the contrast which her aunt's mildness presented to Miss Harcourt's

harshness, and Caroline's violent anger, and from the painful longing to

say that her first disobedience was not entirely her own fault.

"Did you remember that I had expressly forbidden either of you to

attempt to move it?"

"Yes," replied Ellen again, and an exclamation at the apparent hardihood

of her conduct escaped from both Miss Harcourt and Caroline.

"And yet you persisted, Ellen: this is indeed a strange contradiction to

your seemingly sincere sorrow for a similar fault a few months back.

What did you move it for?"

For full a minute Ellen hesitated, thus unhappily confirming the

suspicion that when she did reply it was another equivocation.

"To get a book which had fallen behind."

"I do not know how a book could have fallen behind, unless it had been

put or thrown there, Ellen; you said, too, that you did not replace the

broken flower for the purpose of concealment. I hardly know how to

believe either of these assertions. Why did you leave the room just

now?"

"Because--because--I knew you would question me, and--and--I felt I

should not have courage to speak the truth--and I knew--you would be

so--so displeased." The words were scarcely articulate.

"I should have been better satisfied, Ellen, if your fear of my

displeasure had prevented the committal of your first fault, not to

aggravate it so sinfully by both acted and spoken untruths. Painful as

it is to me in this season of festivity and enjoyment to inflict

suffering, I should share your sin if I did not adopt some measures to

endeavor at least to make you remember and so avoid it in future. I have

told you so very often that it is not me you mostly offend when you

speak or act falsely but God himself--who is Truth--that I fear words

alone will be of no avail. Go to your own room, Ellen; perhaps solitude

and thought, when your brother and cousins are so happy and

unrestrained, may bring you to a sense of your aggravated misconduct

better than any thing else. You will not leave your apartment, except

for the hours of devotion and exercise--which you will take with Ellis,

not with me--till I think you have had sufficient time to reflect on all

I have said to you on this subject."

Ellen quitted the room without answering; but it was several minutes

before Mrs. Hamilton could sufficiently conquer the very painful

feelings which her niece's conduct and her own compelled severity

excited, to enter into her daughters' amusements; but she would not

punish them for the misconduct of another; and, by her exertions, temper

to Caroline and cheerfulness to Emmeline (whose tears of sympathy had

almost kept pace with Ellen's of sorrow), gradually returned, and their

book became as delightful a recreation as it had been before.

Great was Edward's grief and consternation when he found the effects of

what was actually in the first instance his fault; but he had not

sufficient boldness to say so. His aunt had expressly said it was the

untruth that had occasioned her greatest displeasure, that if the

disobedience had been confessed at once, she would, in consideration of

the season, have forgiven it with a very slight rebuke. "Now," he

thought, "it is only the disobedience in which I am concerned, and if I

confess it was mostly my fault, it won't help Ellen in the least--so

what is the use of my acknowledging it? Of course, if she wishes it, I

will; but how could she tell such a deliberate story?"

That he was acting one of equal deliberation, and of far more

culpability, if possible--for he was permitting her to bear the whole

weight of his fault--never struck him; if it did, he did not at all

understand or believe it. He went to his sister, and offered to confess

his share in her fault, and when--as he fully expected--she begged him

not, that it could do her no good, and perhaps only get him punished

too, his conscience was so perfectly satisfied, that he actually took

upon himself to ask her how she could be so foolish and wrong as, when

she was asked, not to allow that she had moved it at once--

"It would have been all right, then," he said; and added, almost with

irritation, "and I should not have been teased with the thought of your

being in disgrace just now, when I wanted so much to enjoy myself."

"Do not think about me, then, Edward," was his sister's reply; "I know

the untruth is entirely my own fault, so why should it torment you; if I

could but always tell and act the truth, and not be so very, very

frightened--oh, how I wonder if I ever shall!" and she leaned her head

on her arms, which rested on the table, so despondingly, so sorrowfully,

that Edward felt too uncomfortable to remain with her. He was satisfied

that he could not help her; but the disagreeable thought would come,

that if he had not tempted her to disobey, she would have had no

temptation to tell an untruth, and so he sought a variety of active

amusements to get rid of the feeling. The continuation of the

entertaining astronomical lecture, too, was so very delightful, and

Thursday and Friday morning brought so many enjoyments, that he almost

forgot her, till startled back into self-reproach by finding that she

was not to accompany them on Friday evening to Mr. Howard's, whose great

pleasure was to collect young people around him, and whose soiree in the

Christmas holidays, and whose day in the country at midsummer, were

anticipated by girls and boys, great and small, with such delight as to

pervade the whole year round. Caroline never refused to join Mr.

Howard's parties though they were "juvenile;" and Percy always declared

they were as unlike any other person's as Mr. Howard was unlike a

schoolmaster. Ellen had so enjoyed the day in the country, that, timid

as she was, she had looked forward to Friday with almost as much delight

as Emmeline.

In vain Emmeline, Edward, Percy, Herbert, and even Mr. Hamilton

entreated, that she might be permitted to go. Mrs. Hamilton's own kind

heart pleaded quite as strongly, but she remained firm.

"Do not ask me, my dear children," she said, almost as beseechingly as

they had implored; "I do assure you it is quite as much, if not more

pain to me on this occasion to refuse, as it is for you all to be

refused. If it were the first, second, or even third time that Ellen had

disregarded truth, I would yield for your sakes; and in the hope that

the indulgence would produce as good an effect as continued severity;

but I can not hope this now. The habit, is, I fear, so deeply rooted,

that nothing but firmness in inflicting pain, whenever it is committed,

will succeed in eradicating it. God grant I may remove it at last."

The tone and words were so earnest, so sad, that not only did her

children cease in their intercession, but all felt still more forcibly

the solemn importance of the virtue, in which Ellen had so failed, from

the effect of her conduct upon their mother. She was always grieved when

they had done wrong, but they never remembered seeing her so very sad as

now. Edward, indeed, could scarcely understand this as his cousins did;

but as his aunt still only alluded to the untruth, the qualm of

conscience was again silenced, for he had only caused the disobedience.

Emmeline asked timidly if she might remain with Ellen, and Edward

followed her example, thinking himself very magnanimous in so doing; but

both were refused--and surely he had done enough!

All went--Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton and Miss Harcourt, as well as the young

people; and it was such a happy evening! First, there was the orrery,

that Mr. Howard had prevailed on the lecturer to display first at his

house, and Edward was almost wild in his delight; and then there were

some games and intellectual puzzles, that made them all think, as well

as enjoy; and then there were some music and singing and dancing, and

every thing was so quiet and orderly, and yet so full of youthful

enjoyment, that it was not much wonder there was no longer any room for

a sorrowful thought, in any of the young party from Oakwood. Mrs.

Hamilton alone thought of Ellen, and again and again accused herself of

too great harshness; for, perhaps, after all, it might have no better

effect than kindness; but what could she do? She almost envied the

quiet, unruffled unconcern of less anxious guardians; but for her to

feel indifferent to her responsibility was impossible. Ellen was so

often unwell that her absence did not occasion so much remark as her

brother's or either of her cousins' would. "Mamma did not wish her to

come," was the answer she had desired the children to give to any

inquiries, and her character for indulgence was so generally known, that

no one suspected any thing more than indisposition. Annie Grahame's

dislike to Ellen might have made her more suspicious, but she was not

there. Cecil and Lilla were, with their father, but Miss Grahame did not

condescend to attend Mr. Howard's "juvenile" parties; and Caroline,

though she would not have allowed it, even to herself, was both happier,

and much more inclined to enjoy herself, with the amusements and society

offered to her when Annie was not at a party, than when she was.

The next night, to Ellen's disposition, was a greater trial than the

Friday. She neither expected, nor hardly wished to be allowed to go to

Mr. Howard's, though, as the affectionate Emmeline had come to wish her

good night, and with tears in her eyes repeated the regrets that she was

not to go, she felt the bitter disappointment more than in the morning

she had thought possible; but Saturday night it had been her aunt's

custom, from the time she had been at Oakwood, to visit her daughters

and niece before they went to sleep, and prepare them for the Sabbath's

rest and enjoyment, by an examination of their conduct during the past

week, and full forgiveness of any thing that had been wrong. When

younger, Mrs. Hamilton had attended to this duty every night; but

wishing to give them a habit of private prayer and self-examination,

independent of her, she had, after Emmeline was twelve years old, set

apart the Saturday night, until they were fifteen--old enough for her to

relinquish it altogether. It had been such a habit with her own

children, that they felt it perfectly natural; but with Ellen and

Edward, from their never having been accustomed to it as young children,

she had never felt the duty understood by them, or as satisfactorily

performed by herself as with her own. Still, Ellen looked forward to

this night as the termination of her banishment; for great indeed was

the offense whose correction extended over the Sabbath. Ellen could not

remember one instance since she had been at Oakwood, and when she heard

the doors of her cousins' rooms successively close, and her aunt's step

retreating without approaching hers, she did, indeed, believe herself

irreclaimably wicked, or her kind, good aunt, would, at least, have come

to her. Mrs. Hamilton had purposely refrained from indulging her own

inclinations, as well as comforting Ellen, hoping still more to impress

upon her how greatly she had sinned. The impossibility of her perfectly

comprehending her niece's character, while the poor child felt it such a

sacred duty to victimize herself, made her far more severe than she

would have been, could she have known her real disposition; but how was

it possible she could believe Ellen's grief as deep and remorseful as it

seemed, when a short time afterward she would commit the same faults?

Her task was infinitely more difficult and perplexing than less anxious

mothers can have the least idea of.

CHAPTER X.

PAIN AND PENITENCE.--TRUTH IMPRESSED, AND RECONCILIATION.--THE FAMILY

TREE.

In feverish dreams of her parents, recalling both their deaths, and with

alternate wakefulness, fraught with those deadly incomprehensible

terrors which some poor children of strong imagination know so well,

Ellen's night passed; and the next morning she rose, with that painful

throbbing in her throat and temples, which always ended with one of

those intense and exhausting headaches to which which she had been so

subject, but which her aunt's care and Mr. Maitland's remedies had much

decreased, both in frequency and violence. She went to church, however

with the family, as usual.

"Remain out, Edward!" Percy exclaimed, as they neared the house; "the

old year is taking leave of us in such a glorious mood, that Tiny and I

are going to ruralize and poetize till dinner--will you come with

us?--and you, Ellen?"

Ellen withdrew her arm from her brother's, saying, as she did so--

"Go, dear Edward, I am very tired, and would rather not."

"Tired, and with this short walk; and you really do look as if you

were--what is the matter, Ellen? you are not well."

His sister did not reply, but shrinking from the look which Mrs.

Hamilton, who was passing at the moment, fixed earnestly upon her, she

ran into the house.

Edward again felt uncomfortable; in fact, he had done so, so often since

the Tuesday morning, that his temper was not half so good as usual. He

did not choose to acknowledge, even to himself, that the uncomfortable

feeling was self-reproach, and so he vented it more than once in

irritation against Ellen, declaring it was so disagreeable she should be

in disgrace just then.

It was Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton's custom always to dine on Sundays at

half-past one, to allow those of their household who were unable to

attend divine service in the morning to go in the afternoon. With regard

to themselves and their children they pursued a plan, which many rigid

religionists might, perhaps, have condemned, and yet its fruits were

very promising. Their great wish was to make the Sabbath a day of love,

divine and domestic; to make their children look to it with joy and

anticipation throughout the week as a day quite distinct in its

enjoyment from any other; and for this reason, while their children were

young, they only went to church in the morning, the afternoons were

devoted to teaching them to know and to love God in His works as well as

word, and their evenings to such quiet but happy amusements and

literature, as would fill their young hearts with increased thankfulness

for their very happy lot. As they grew older, they were perfectly at

liberty to do as they pleased with regard to the afternoon church.

Herbert, whose ardent desire to enter the ministry increased with his

years, generally spent the greater part of Sunday with Mr. Howard, with

his parents' glad and full consent. The contemplation of serious things

was his greatest happiness, but Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton did not expect

that all their other children were to be like him. They were contented,

and intensely thankful also, to perceive that diverse as were their

characters, still the constant sense of God's presence and of His

infinite love was active and earnest in them all, inciting love and

reverence for Herbert, even though they could not sympathize with him

entirely. Another peculiarity of Mr. Hamilton consisted in his

permitting no _Sunday_ schools at Aveling and his other villages. The

Saturday afternoons were set apart instead of the Sunday. He wished his

wife, and daughters when they were old enough, to superintend them, and

help the children in preparing for the Sunday services and Sunday

enjoyments; but he particularly disliked the system of overwork on a day

of rest, which could not fail to be the case, if there were schools to

attend to twice or three times a day, as well as church.

It being the last day of the old year, Mr. Howard had expressed a wish

that Percy and Edward as well as Herbert should attend church that

afternoon, and the lads, without the least reluctance, consented; Mr.

Hamilton and Miss Harcourt were going too, and Caroline and Emmeline, of

their own accord, asked permission to accompany them. Ellen's pale,

suffering face had so haunted her aunt, that she could not think of any

thing else, and remained for a very much longer time than was usual to

her character in a state of indecision. The next night was her

children's ball, and it was too, the first day of the new year--always

in her happy circle a festival of joy and thankfulness. Ellen's face

certainly looked as if she had suffered quite enough to prevent the

recurrence of her fault, but so it had always done, and yet, before she

could possibly have forgotten its consequences, she failed again. Mrs.

Hamilton sat for some time, after her children had left her, in

meditation, trying to silence the pleadings of affection, and listen

only to reason, as to whether continued severity or returning kindness

would be the more effective, and save both Ellen and herself any further

pain.

To the child herself physical suffering was so increasing as gradually

to deaden mental, till at last it became so severe, that she felt sick

and faint. She knew the medicine she was in the habit of taking when

similarly suffering, and the lotion which her aunt applied to her

forehead, and which always succeeded in removing the excessive

throbbing, were both in Mrs. Hamilton's dressing-room; but it seemed

quite impossible that she could get at them, for she did not like to

leave her room without permission, nor did she feel as if she could walk

so far, her head throbbing with increased violence with every step she

took. At length she summoned sufficient courage to ring the bell, and

beg Fanny to ask Ellis to come to her. The girl, who had been already

dreadfully concerned that Miss Ellen had eaten no dinner, and on Sunday

too! gave such an account of her, that the housekeeper hastened to her

directly, and begged her to let her go for her mistress--it was so lucky

she had not gone to church--but Ellen clung to her, imploring her not.

"Dear, dear Ellis, get me the medicine, and bathe my forehead yourself;

I shall get well then in an hour or two, without giving my aunt any

trouble; pray, pray, don't tell her. I scarcely feel the pain when she

is nursing and soothing me; but I do not deserve that now, and I am

afraid I never shall."

"But indeed, Miss Ellen, she will be displeased if I do not. Why, only

the other morning she was quite concerned that I had not told her Jane

was ill directly, and went herself two or three times every day to see

she had every thing proper and comfortable."

"But that is quite different, dear Ellis; do get the lotion; I feel as

if I could not bear this pain much longer without crying; you can tell

her afterward, if you think you ought."

And seeing that farther argument only increased the poor child's

sufferings, Ellis promised, and left her. Ellen leaned her forehead

against the side of her little bed, and held the curtain tightly

clasped, as if so to prevent the utterance of the hysteric sob that

would rise in her throat, though she did not know what it was. But the

wholly unexpected sound of Mrs. Hamilton's voice saying, close by her,

"I am afraid you have one of your very bad headaches, Ellen," so

startled her, as to make her raise her head suddenly; and the movement

caused such agony, that, spite of all her efforts, she could not prevent

an almost convulsive cry of pain.

"My dear child! I had no idea of pain like this; why did you not send

for me? We have always prevented its becoming so very violent by taking

it in time, my Ellen."

"Miss Ellen would not let me go for you, madam," rejoined Ellis, who, to

her mistress's inexpressible relief, was close at hand with the remedies

she wanted, and she repeated what the child had said.

"Again your old mistake, Ellen. I would so much, so very much rather

hear you say you were _resolved_ to deserve my love, than that you did

not merit it. Why should you not deserve it as well as your brother and

cousins, if you determined with all your heart to try and not do any

thing to lessen it? Nothing is so likely to prevent your even

endeavoring to deserve it, as the mistaken fancy that you never shall;

but you are too unwell to listen to me now; we must try all we can to

remove this terrible pain, and then see if we can bring back happiness

too."

And for above an hour did Mrs. Hamilton, with the most patient

tenderness, apply the usual remedies, cheered by finding that, though

much more slowly than usual, still by degrees the violence of the pain

did subside, and the hysterical affection give way to natural and quiet

tears. Exhaustion produced a deep though not very long sleep, and after

watching her some few minutes very anxiously, Mrs. Hamilton sat down by

her bed, and half unconsciously drew toward her Ellen's little Bible,

which lay open on the table, as if it had been only lately used. Several

loose papers were between the leaves; her eyes filled with tears as she

read on one of them a little prayer, touching from the very childishness

of the language and imperfect writing, beseeching her Father in Heaven

in His great mercy to forgive her sin, and give her courage to speak the

truth, to help her not to be so frightened, but to guide her in her

difficult path. Mrs. Hamilton little guessed how difficult it was, but

she hoped more from the effects of her present penitence than she had

done yet. She had copied, too, several verses from the various parts of

the Old and New Testament which were condemnatory of falsehood, and her

aunt felt no longer undecided as to her course of action.

"You have employed your solitary hours so well, my dear Ellen," she

said, as, when the child awoke and looked anxiously toward her--she

kissed her cheek with even more than her usual fondness--"that I

scarcely require your assurance of repentance or promises of amendment.

When you have taken some coffee, and think you are well enough to listen

to me, I will read you an illustration of the fearful sin of falsehood

from the Old Testament, which I do not think I have yet pointed out to

you. Ananias and Sapphira, I see you remember."

And when Ellen had taken the delicious cup of coffee, which her aunt had

ordered should be ready for her directly she awoke, and sat up, though

her head was still so weak it required the support of a pillow, yet she

seemed so revived, so almost happy, from the mesmeric effect of that

warm, fond kiss, that her aunt did not hesitate to continue the lesson

she was so anxious to impress, while the mind and heart were softened to

receive it. She turned to the fourth chapter of the second book of

Kings, and after briefly relating the story of Naaman--for she did not

wish to divert Ellen's attention from the one important subject, by

giving any new ideas--she read from the 20th verse to the end, and so

brought the nature of Gehazi's sin and its awful punishment, at the hand

of God himself (for the prophet was merely an instrument of the Eternal,

he had no power in himself to call the disease of leprosy on his

servant) to Ellen's mind, that she never forgot it.

"Do you think Elisha knew where he had been, and what he had done,

before he asked him?" she ventured timidly to inquire, as her aunt

ceased; "Gehazi had told a falsehood already to Naaman. Do you think God

punished that or his falsehood to Elisha?"

"Most probably he punished both, my love. Elisha no doubt knew how his

servant had been employed in his absence, in fact he tells him so"--and

she read the 26th verse again--"but he asked him whence he had come, to

give him an opportunity for a full confession of his first sin, which

then, no doubt would, after some slight rebuke, have been pardoned. It

was a very great fault at first, but the mercy of God was then, as it is

now, so infinite so forgiving, that, had Elisha's question recalled

Gehazi to a sense of his great guilt and excited real repentance, his

punishment would have been averted. But his aggravated and repeated

falsehood called down on him a chastisement most terrible even to think

about. Leprosy was not merely a dreadful disease in itself, but it cut

him off, from all the blessings and joys not only of social life but of

domestic; because, as God had said it should cleave to his seed as well

as to himself, he could never find any one who would dare to love him,

and he must have been compelled to lonely misery all his life."

"It was a very dreadful punishment," repeated Ellen, fearfully.

"It was, dearest; but it was merciful, notwithstanding. If, God had

passed it by, and permitted Gehazi to continue his sinful course,

without any check or chastisement that would recall him to a sense of

better things, and a wish to pursue them, he might have continued

apparently very happy in this life, to be miserable forever in the next;

to be banished forever from God and His good angels; and would not that

have been still more dreadful than the heaviest suffering here? In those

times God manifested his judgments through His prophets directly. That

is not the case now, but He has given us His word to tell us, by history

as well as precept, those things that are pleasing to Him, and those

which excite His anger; and which, if not corrected while we are in this

world, will cause our condemnation when our souls appear before Him in

judgment, and when we can not correct them if we would. Now children,

and even young people, can not know those things as well as their

parents and guardians can, and if we neglect to teach them right and

wrong, God is more angry with us than with them, as He tells Ezekiel."

She read from the 18th to the 22d verse of the third chapter, and

explained it, so that Ellen could clearly understand it, and then said.

"And now, my dear Ellen, can you quite understand and quite feel why I

have caused you so much pain, and been, as I dare say you have felt, so

very, very severe?"

Ellen's arms were round her neck in a moment, and her head cradled on

her bosom, as her sole reply, for she felt she could not speak at first,

without crying again.

"I wish I could remember that God sees me wherever I am," she said after

a short pause, and very sadly. "I am so frightened when I think of any

body's anger, even Caroline's, that I can not remember any thing else."

"Did you notice the Psalm we read the day before yesterday, my dear

Ellen, in the morning lesson?"

The child had not; and her aunt turning to the 129th, read the first

twelve and the two last verses carefully with her, adding--

"Suppose you learn one verse for me every morning, till you can repeat

the whole fourteen perfectly, and I think that will help you to remember

it, my Ellen, and prove to me that you really are anxious to correct

yourself; and now one word more, and I think I shall have talked to you

quite enough."

"Indeed, indeed I am not tired, dear aunt," replied Ellen, very

earnestly; "I feel when you are talking to me as if I never could be

naughty again. Oh! how I wish I never were."

"I am not so unconscionable as to expect you to have no faults, my dear

child; all I wish you to attend to, is more obedience to my commands. I

have not said any thing about your disobedience, because your untruth

was of still more consequence, but that grieved me too, for disobedience

to me is also disobedience to God, for He has commanded you to obey your

parents and guardians; as you said you remembered I had told you not to

move the flower-stand, I can not imagine what could have induced you so

willfully to disobey me."

Ellen looked up in her face with such earnest, wistful eyes that Mrs.

Hamilton felt puzzled; but as she did not speak, and laid her head again

on its resting place, to hide the tears that rose, her aunt merely

added--

"But as I do not wish to inflict any further pain, I will not say any

thing more about it; only remember, that though I may be displeased if

you disobey me again, an instant and full confession will soon gain my

forgiveness; and that though I will never doubt your word, still, if I

discover another untruth, it will and must oblige me to adopt still

severer measures, painful as it will be to myself. Do not tremble so, my

Ellen, you know you can prevent it; and remember too that whenever you

fail in truth, you punish me as well as yourself;" and Mrs. Hamilton

fondly kissed her as she spoke.

Light steps and a ringing laugh at that moment sounded in the passage,

and Emmeline, though she certainly did ask if she might enter, scarcely

waited for an answer, before she bounded in, the very personification of

health and joy.

"Mamma, papa wants to know if we may not have tea to-night, and if we

may not have Ellen's company too?"

"It is New Year's Eve," pleaded another joyous voice, and Percy's brown

head just intruded itself through the half-opened door; "and our tree

will not be half enjoyable unless we are all there."

"I had really forgotten your tree, my dear children, but I am glad papa

and you all have remembered it. Come in, Percy; Ellen will, I dare say,

admit you into her room."

"He raced me all round the gallery, mamma, declaring he would give you

papa's message, or so take away my breath, that even if I outstripped

him, I should not be able; but I have, you see, sir."

"Only because I did not know whether it was quite proper to enter a

young lady's room. But do come, mamma; Mr. Howard is with us as usual,

and we are all _au desespoir_ for you and our little Ellen--she _may_

come, I can read it in your eyes."

"Are you well enough, my love? Do you think this poor little head will

permit you to join us?" asked Mrs. Hamilton, anxiously, for the sudden

joy that gleamed in Ellen's eyes at the idea of joining the family, told

what the disappointment would be if she could not.

"It does not hurt me at all if I can rest it, aunt; but I am afraid it

will not let me walk," she added, sorrowfully, as the attempt to walk

caused it to throb again.

"Never mind, Nelly, even if you can not walk; you shall make use of my

pedestrian powers," replied Percy, joyously; "rest your head on my

shoulder--that's it--I should make a capital nurse I declare; should I

not, mamma?"

And gayly answering in the affirmative, his mother could scarcely

prevent a throb of pride, as she looked on his fine manly face, beaming

with benevolent kindness on his little cousin, whom he had tenderly

lifted in his arms, and checked his boisterous mirth and rapid stride to

accommodate her.

"You are not quite so light as Tiny, but she is all air; I expect she

will evaporate some day: never mind your hair, it does very well."

"Stop, I will smooth it in a moment," exclaimed Emmeline, eagerly; "it

is Sunday, Percy, she shall look well."

"You had better let me do it, Emmy," said her mother, smiling; "your

cousin's head can only bear very tender handling to-night. There, that

will do--and I am quite ready to attend you."

The lights, the joyous voices, even her uncle's kind greeting, almost

overpowered poor Ellen; as Percy, still preserving his character of an

admirable nurse, laid her carefully on a couch in the sitting-room,

where not only tea was waiting, but the celebrated family tree, which

Mrs. Hamilton's anxiety and Ellen's sorrow had caused them both to

forget, was displayed with even more than usual taste and beauty.

Mr. Hamilton, when young, had been a great deal with his father in

Germany, Denmark, and Sweden, and brought from the first and latter

country certain domestic observances which had especially pleased him,

as so greatly enhancing the enjoyments of home, and helping to a right

understanding between parents and children, by increasing their mutual

love and confidence. The family tree, or Christmas Tree, as it was

called, was one of these, and from their earliest years it had been one

of the children's greatest delights on New Year's Eve. Of course, as

they grew older, and their taste improved, the tree itself, its

suspended presents, and its surrounding decorations increased in beauty,

and it had never been prettier than it was this year. The whole of the

preceding afternoon had the young artists labored in preparing it, for

of course, as the next day was Sunday, it was obliged to be all finished

by the Saturday night; the servants, eager in all things to enhance the

happiness of those whose parents made them so happy, did not care what

trouble they took to help them. They always selected the room in which

there was a very lofty and very deep oriel window, in the center of

which recess (which was almost as large as a moderately sized room) they

placed _the_ tree, which was a very large, gracefully-cut spruce fir; it

was placed in a tub filled with the same soil as that in which the tree

grew, so that by watering and care it remained fresh for some time. The

tub which contained it, was completely hidden by the flowering shrubs

that were placed round it, rising in an expanding pyramid, by means of

several flower-stands, till the recess seemed one mass of leaf and

flower; among which the superb scarlet geranium, that in Devonshire

grows so luxuriantly all through the winter, shining against its own

beautiful leaf, the brilliant berries of the holly, with their dark

glistening branches, the snow-berry and flowering myrtle, shone

pre-eminent. Small lamps glittered through the flowers, and were

suspended in sufficient profusion from the pendent branches of the tree

to half reveal and half hide the various gifts and treasures that were

there deposited; and altogether the effect, from every part of the room,

was really striking.

The tree always remained till after their ball, but, the interchange of

gifts which took place on New Year's Eve, causing so many peculiarly

happy and home feelings, was confined to the family group; Mr. Howard

always included. Many weeks before had each individual worked at his own

secret undertaking. If it could not all be done in private, no questions

were ever asked, and each helped the other to keep it at least from

their parents till the eventful night itself. They formed so large a

party altogether, as little tokens of affection between the brothers and

sisters were also exchanged, that the tree was quite loaded, and many a

time had Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton discovered some trait of character or

some ruling fancy, even in such a simple thing as the manufacture and

presentation of home gifts. Their own idea of family ties was so strong

and so holy, that one great aim in the education of their children was

to make them not only _love_ each other, but have thought and attention

for individual feelings and wishes, and so heighten feeling by action,

not depend entirely on natural ties. Mrs. Hamilton had known many young

persons who were lavish in attentions and even presents to friends, but

never imagined that their own home circle had the first and strongest

claim to kindness, whether of word or deed. She knew that affections and

thought lavished on comparative strangers never radiated on home, but

that when given to home _first_, they shed light and kindliness far and

near.

Their tea was indeed a mirthful one; Ellen had been very fearful of

meeting Mr. Howard, for she thought he must have been told how naughty

she had been; but if he had, there was nothing in his manner to say so;

for he shook hands with her, and even kissed her most kindly, and told

her, laughingly, that she must be quite well by the next night, or how

was she to dance? That he thought it would be a good thing if Emmeline

could give her a little of her dancing mania, as she hardly ever only

walked, even when she called herself quite sober. Edward, every passing

thought of self-reproach banished by his sister's return to favor, was

in the wildest spirits; Percy and Emmeline seemed to have laid a wager

who could say the wittiest things and laugh the most. Herbert was very

quiet, but looking as happy as the rest, and quite entering into their

mirth, and showing all sorts of little gentle attentions to Ellen, who

had seemed to shrink from his eye, more than from all the others.

Caroline fully entered into the spirit of the evening, but neither she

nor Miss Harcourt took the same notice of Ellen as the rest. The person

who was to act the Wizard's part, and by means of a long wand detach the

various treasures from the tree, and carry them to the owners whose

names they bore, was always chosen by lot; and great was the delight of

the young party, when this night the office fell on Mr. Howard. No one

seemed more pleased than himself, performing it with such a spirit of

enjoyment and originality, that a general vote declared him the very

choicest wizard they had ever had. To enumerate all the contents of that

marvelous tree would be impossible. Their parents' gifts to each of them

were not in the tree, but always given afterward; but great was the

delight, when, after a terrible tussle to detach a large roll of cloth,

down it came, right on Mr. Howard's head, and almost enveloped him with

its folds, and proved to be a beautiful cover, which he had long desired

for a favorite table in his drawing-room at the embroidered border of

which, not only the three girls, but Mrs. Hamilton and Miss Harcourt had

all worked, as a joint offering of love and respect. This good man was

so charmed, that he declared he would not use his wand again till he had

full five minutes to admire it. Then there was a very pretty,

comfortable pair of slippers, worked by Caroline and Emmeline for their

father, and a pair of braces worked by Ellen, all accompanied by some

most ludicrous, but very clever verses from Percy. Edward, who was very

ingenious, had turned a very pretty stand for his uncle to put his watch

in at night; and manufactured two little vessels out of cork for his

aunt, so delicately, and neatly, that she promised him they should stand

on the mantelpiece of her dressing-room, as long as they would last.

Caroline had knitted her mother a very pretty bag, and Emmeline and

Ellen had collected for her a variety of leaves throughout the year, and

arranged them with great taste, both as to grouping and tinting, in a

sort of small herbal, with two or three lines of poetry, selected and

carefully written by each alternately, attached to each page. Mrs.

Hamilton was excessively pleased, as she was also with a portfolio

formed by drawings from both her boys, and tastefully made up by Miss

Harcourt; and with their gifts to their father, a correct and most

beautifully written out Greek poem, which Mr. Hamilton had several

months, if not more than a year before, expressed a wish to possess, but

the volume which contained it was so scarce, and so expensive from the

quantity of uninteresting matter in which the gem was buried, that he

had given up all thought of it. Herbert, however, had not, and never

rested from the time his father spoke, till he had found and copied

it--a task of no small difficulty, for the original was in many parts

almost entirely effaced, and, if Herbert had not been an admirable Greek

scholar, and a quick imaginator as to what it ought to be, Mr. Howard

himself had said he could not have succeeded. The writing of the Greek

character was most beautiful, and Percy, in imitation of the ancient

missals, had designed and painted an elegant illuminated border round

it, and a beautiful cover, forming a thin volume, so valuable, their

father delighted them by saying, that he would not exchange it for

twenty of the most precious volumes in his library. Such evidences of

the home influence they had given, in permitting leisure for the

cultivation of taste and imagination, teaching them the beautiful, and

opening innumerable resources of enjoyment within themselves, and thence

allowing them to enhance the pleasures of others, were indeed most

gratifying to those earnest and affectionate guardians. From their

earliest years they had been taught, that to give the greatest amount of

pleasure to their parents, their gifts must be all, or at least have

something in them, of their own workmanship, and to enable them to do

this, the lads had been taught in their hours of recreation to use all

sorts of tools, visiting and knowing something of a variety of

handicrafts; and the girls to work and draw, and even bring the stores

of Nature to their aid when needed, as in the present case, with

Emmeline and Ellen's tasteful gift.

Our young readers must call upon their own imagination as to the other

treasures of this valuable tree; for, as they would, no doubt, like to

know what sort of New Year's gifts Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton had in store

for their children (for Miss Harcourt too, for they never omitted her),

we really must not linger round it any longer. Poor Ellen, indeed, had

the pain of feeling that her fault and its consequences had prevented

the completion of her purse for Percy, and a chain for Edward, and her

cheek burned very painfully, when Mr. Howard, after exhausting the tree,

exclaimed--

"Nothing from Ellen for Percy and Edward. Young gentlemen, have you been

receiving any gifts in secret?--out with them if you have--it is against

all law and propriety."

"We shall receive them next week, most potent conjuror, as you ought to

have known without inquiring," answered Percy, directly; and bending

over Ellen, by whom he chanced to be standing, he said, kindly, "Never

mind, Nelly, you will have time to finish them both next week."

"Do not say 'never mind,' my dear boy, though I admire and sympathize in

your kind care of your cousin's feelings," said his mother, in the same

low tone, as only to be heard by him and Ellen. (Mr. Howard was very

quick-sighted, and he took Percy's jest and turned off all farther

notice of his words.) "Even such a little thing as this in Ellen's case

is pain, and can only be felt as such; we do not lessen it by denying

it, my Ellen, do we?"

"I would rather feel it, if it would help me to remember," was Ellen's

earnest and humble reply; adding, "but I thank you, dear Percy--you are

so kind."

"Not a bit," was his laughing answer. "Why, what in the world is this?"

he added; "I thought the tree was exhausted."

"So it is, but this was hid at its root," replied Mr. Howard, "and

though it is directed to Caroline, it is somewhat too heavy for my wand,

and must reach her in a more natural way."

"Why, it is my flower, my own beautiful flower, or one exactly like it,

at least," exclaimed Caroline, joyfully, as, removing a hollow pyramid

of green and white paper, a myrtle was discovered of the same rare kind,

and almost in as beautiful flower as the one whose death had caused such

increased coldness in her feelings toward Ellen. "How did it come? who

could have procured it for me?"

"Ellis sent for it at my request, dear Caroline," answered Ellen. "She

said they were to be purchased from the gardener at Powderham, and if it

were possible to send any one so far, she would endeavor to get one for

me; she told me yesterday she had succeeded, and I thought she gave it

you, as I begged her, directly; I had no opportunity to tell you before,

but I was so very, very sorry I had hurt your flower."

"Ellis was very wise to put it among the pretty things of this evening,

instead of obeying you," said her uncle, kindly; "and I really am glad

that your great desire to replace it made her think of sending for it,

for though I meant to have given Caroline another, I had so many things

on my mind this week that it escaped me; and I know they are so much

sought for, Wilson has scarcely ever one on hand."

"Indeed, papa, you were much too kind to think about it at all," said

Caroline, very earnestly. "I am afraid, if you knew how very cross and

unkind the loss of the other made me, you would have withdrawn your idea

of such indulgence. I am very much obliged to you, Ellen," she continued

much more cordially than she had yet spoken to her cousin; "I did not

deserve it even from you, for I worked myself into such an ill-temper,

as almost to believe you did it purposely, and I had no right to think

that."

It did indeed bear out its language, that pretty flower, for, with this

one coldness removed--though Mrs. Hamilton's trembling heart dared not

hope it would be lasting--love now reigned pre-eminent. Every happy

feeling increased when in the presents from their parents each

recognized something that had been wished for, though they never

remembered expressing it. Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton were always united in

these New Year's gifts, though tokens of approval or occasional

indulgences were often given separately. There were a set of most

beautiful engravings for Percy, which for the last three or four months

he had been most anxious to possess; but with the recollection of former

folly very fresh in his memory, he had actually succeeded in driving

them from his mind, and gave them up as unattainable, till he was

richer, at least. For Herbert there was a fine edition of the Greek

tragedians in their original, as beautiful a work of art, in its

"getting up," as Percy called it, as its letter-press, which to Herbert

was beyond all price. Edward was almost wild, as his uncle and aunt

telling him he was fourteen next March, and might not be with them next

New Year's eve, presented him with a treasure coveted beyond all other,

a gold watch. (His father's had been given by his mother as a parting

gift to Captain Cameron.) Mr. Howard declared that it was much too good

for a sailor, and would be lost his first voyage; he had much better

hand it over to the Rectory, promising to take every care of it; but

looking so mischievous, Edward vowed it should not get near his hand.

For Caroline was a most complete and elegantly fitted-up embroidery-box,

which quite charmed her, for it was exactly like, if not more tasteful

and complete, than one Annie Grahame had brought from London, and which

she had wondered, Caroline could "exist" without. As Mr. and Mrs.

Hamilton found that she could not only comfortably "exist," but much as

she admired and had at first so coveted it, as to have a hard battle

with discontent, she had never even hinted that it might be useful. As

they perceived that her mind was so happily engrossed by the idea of the

pleasure her gifts would bestow, as not to cast a thought upon Annie's

superior box, they indulged themselves and their child, and were more

than repaid by the beaming look of delight with which it was received.

For Emmeline was a parcel almost as large as herself, Percy declared. "A

drawing-box all to yourself, Tiny! Thank goodness! My chalks and pencils

have some chance of being let alone; I really ought to thank mamma and

papa quite as much, if not more, than you, considering that in giving

you a new possession they have preserved me an old one, which I began to

suspect would desert me piece by piece. What, more?" he continued,

laughing at his sister's almost scream of delight, as she undid the

covering of a book, and found it to be the complete poem of the "Lady of

the Lake," extracts of which she had read in the reviews, and so reveled

in them, child as she was, as to commit them all to memory, with scarce

an effort, only longing to know the whole story.

"And now, Nelly, what is your secret? still larger than Tiny's; what can

it be? Come, guess; I have you in my power, for you are not strong

enough to race me as Em. would, and so I will be more merciful. What of

all things would you like the best?--one, two, three guesses, and then

I'll relieve you; I want to know if papa and mamma have looked into your

secret chamber of wishes, as they have done in all of ours."

"Do not be afraid of guessing, Ellen; you are so very quiet, that your

secret chamber of wishes, as Percy calls it, is more concealed than any

of the others," said her uncle, smiling; "I am always obliged to refer

to your aunt."

"Come, Nell, speak or I will indict you as unworthy of any thing. What

did you say? a desk! Hurrah! then, there it is; and what a

beauty--rosewood and mother-of-pearl--just fitted for an elegant young

lady. How could mamma have found out so exactly? You have used the old

shabby thing Herbert lent you, as quietly and contentedly as if there

could not be a better. Do let us examine it!" and he dragged a table to

her sofa, and displayed to the delighted child all its fittings-up, and

its conveniences, and the pretty pen-holder and pencil-case, and fancy

wafers, and sealing-wax, and a little gold seal with her own name, and

every thing that could possibly be thought of. "And even a secret

drawer," exclaimed Percy, quite proud of the discovery. "Do look,

Ellen; why, you can keep all sorts of secrets there, for no one would be

as clever as I am to find out the spring without being told, and of

course I should not betray it:" and he laughingly sent away every body

while he explained to Ellen the spring. For some little while longer did

the young party examine and re-examine and talk of their own and each

other's treasures. And then Mr. Hamilton bade them remember, that,

though it was New Year's Eve, it was Sunday evening, too,[1] and that he

had deferred the hour of evening prayer till ten, that they might have

time to keep both, and so not lose the sacred music which was always

part of their Sunday recreation, to put away their things, and adjourn

to their music-room. And he was obeyed in a very few minutes; for though

they might have preferred lingering and talking where they were, what

exertion could be too great for those who so thought of, so cared for

them?

[Footnote 1: While passing through the press, the scene of the Family

Tree has been strongly objected to by a valued Christian Friend, as

being enacted on the Sunday evening. It was too late then to repair the

error. The author can only express her sincere regret for a fault

originating in an insufficient knowledge of the Christian feeling toward

the Sabbath, and most earnestly trusts the error may be pardoned.]

Returning happiness had had such a beneficial effect, that, though Ellen

still looked pale enough for her aunt not to feel quite comfortable

about her, she could walk without any return of pain, and in one or two

hymns even join her voice with her cousins', though it was weaker than

usual. However small in appearance the talent for music, still Mrs.

Hamilton cultivated it, in her boys as well as her girls, simply for the

sake of giving them home resources and amusements that could be pursued

together; she thought it such a mistaken notion in education to imagine

that only perfection was worth attaining in the fine arts, and that, if

there were not talent enough for that, it was better not attempted. Many

a home might have envied the feelings with which old and young, to the

lowest domestics, sought their pillows that night; for Mr. and Mrs.

Hamilton, so lavish in their indulgence to their children, never forgot

that for their domestics and retainers there were also claims on New

Year's Eve; and the servants' hall, and every cottage which called Mr.

Hamilton landlord, had vied in happiness with his own.

Mrs. Hamilton had visited Ellen the last thing, to see that she was

quite comfortable, and that there was no return of pain; and she was

almost startled, and certainly still more bewildered as to how such a

depth of feeling could exist with such a real childish liability to

error, and why it should be so carefully concealed, by the way in which

Ellen clung to her, as she bent over her to wish her good night, with

the same unrestrained affection as her own Emmeline did so often, with

the only difference, that with the latter it seemed always to spring

from the very exuberance of happiness, which could only be thus

displayed. With Ellen, this night, it appeared like some deep, quiet

feeling, almost of devotion, and as if--though Mrs. Hamilton's sober

reason tried to persuade her imagination that it was too much meaning to

attach to a mere embrace--she would thus tell her how intensely she

felt, not only the indulgence of that evening, but the true kindness and

watchful love which had caused the preceding sorrow. She might have

thought, as no doubt many of our readers will, that Ellen was much too

young and too childish, to contrast her system of treatment with her

poor mother's; that she felt her soothing care in her hours of physical

suffering--her indulgent love making no distinction between her and her

cousins--still the more keenly and gratefully, from the recollection of

her own mother's constant preference of Edward, and utter neglect of

her; and that this contrast so deepened the love she bore her aunt, that

it exceeded in intensity even that borne toward her by her own

children.--Adults will think this all very fanciful, and perhaps

interesting, but wholly improbable. Mrs. Hamilton herself would have

banished the idea, as too imaginary to be entertained seriously for a

moment, as any guide for her conduct. Ellen herself could not have

explained or told herself that so she felt; and yet, notwithstanding,

all we have written was there, and _was_ the real prompter of that

almost passionate embrace.

"Bless you, my darling!" was Mrs. Hamilton's fond reply, instead of

permitting the child to perceive the surprise it excited in herself; and

Ellen sunk to sleep, almost more happy than ever, in her little life,

she had felt before.

CHAPTER XI.

THE CHILDREN'S BALL.

If the thought of their promised ball were the first that entered the

minds of the young party at Oakwood, as they opened their eyes on New

Year's day, it was not very unnatural. Percy gloried in the anticipation

of being master of the ceremonies, and in conducting the whole affair

with such inimitable grace and gallantry, that every one should declare

it was far superior to any party, old or young, of the season, except

Mr. Howard's; that was beyond him, he said, for he could not put Mr.

Howard's head on his shoulders. Herbert anticipated the enjoyment of

Mary Greville's society, talking to and dancing with her undisturbed,

and to hearing the almost universal remark, what a sweet girl she was.

Edward did not exactly know what he expected, but he was in such a mood

of hilarity and mischief, that the servants all declared Master

Fortescue was "_mazed_." To Caroline their ball was almost always

(though unconfessedly) the happiest evening in the year. She knew she

was handsome--Annie Grahame had told her how very much she would be

admired in London, and that if she were not her very dearest friend, she

should envy her beauty terribly. She often in secret longed painfully

for admiration and homage; and child as she still was in years, yet at

her own house, and as Mr. Hamilton's eldest daughter, in addition to her

real attractions, she always received both in sufficient measure, as to

satisfy even herself. She delighted in those evenings when it so chanced

that her brothers had young friends with them, making no hesitation in

confessing that she very much preferred conversing with boys than with

girls, there was so much more variety, more spirit; and though her

mother's heart would actually tremble at the fearful ordeal which an

introduction to the pleasures of the world would be to such a character,

still she would not check the open expression of such sentiments by

reproving them as wrong, and not to be encouraged. She knew that though

education might do much, very much, it could not make natural characters

all alike; nor, in fact, did she wish it. She did not grieve and

complain that, with all her efforts she could not make Caroline give

her as little trouble and anxiety as Emmeline, nor did she imagine that

she should see the effect of her earnest prayers and cares all at once,

or without constant relapses in the cherished object of her care. She

did all she could to counteract a tendency which, situated as she would

be when she entered life, must, without some strong, high principle,

lead to suffering, and, perhaps, to sin--for what is coquetry? But she

indulged in no idea of security, never believed that because she had so

tried, so striven to sow the good seed, it could not fail to bring forth

good fruit. She knew many trials might be in store for her; for how

might she hope to pass through life blessed as she was then? It might

please her Father in Heaven to try her faith and duty through those she

loved so intensely; but if she failed not in her task, he would bring

her joy at last.

To Emmeline the idea of dancing was quite enough to be the acme of

enjoyment. The only drawback was, that in the intervals of rest, there

was to be a little music, and though her mother had excused her at Mr.

Howard's, she knew that if anybody expressed a wish to hear her at her

own house, play she must; and at those times she was half sorry she had

chosen to learn the harp instead of the piano, as Caroline played so

well on the latter instrument nobody would care to hear her; but the

harp was rather a novelty, and no little girl who was coming played it,

and so she was sadly afraid there was no escape for her, and that was

very disagreeable, but she would not think about it till the time came;

the dancing to such music as that which Mr. Hamilton had ordered from

Plymouth was joy enough.

Ellen though rather afraid of so many strangers, could not resist the

general contagion of anticipated enjoyment. She did not indeed wake with

the thought of the ball, but with the determination to learn the verse

of the Psalm her aunt had pointed out, and go and say it to her in her

dressing-room before she went down. And as the first verse was very

short she learned two, and repeated them without missing a word, and so

as if she quite understood them, that her aunt was very much pleased;

and then Ellen could think of and join her brother's and cousins'

delight, even though Mrs. Hamilton was obliged to be what she called

very cruel, but what Ellen knew was very kind, though it did seem a

restraint, and keep her very quiet all day, instead of letting her run

about from room to room, as Emmeline and Edward, and even Percy did, for

fear of another headache; and so well did quietness succeed, that she

looked and was unusually well, and so was almost lively by the evening.

Just before dinner, Percy, who had gone to ride, because he said he was

sure he should get into some scrape if he did not give a natural vent to

his spirits, galloped back in company with a gentleman, whose presence

seemed to occasion him still greater excitement.

"Where is my mother? and is my father at home?" he asked impatiently,

flinging his horse's rein to Robert, desiring him to take every care of

the gentleman's horse, as he should not let him leave Oakwood that

night; and rushing across the hall threw open the door of their common

sitting-room, and exclaimed--

"Mother, give me a vote of thanks and praise for my invincible

eloquence!--Here is this anchorite, this monk of the moor, who, when I

first encountered him, seemed so doughty a denier of my wishes, actually

conquered--led a slave to your feet; reward me by throwing all the

fascinations you possibly can in his way, that he may only dream of his

cold ride and desolate cottage on Dartmoor to-night."

"Be quiet, madcap!" replied Mrs. Hamilton, rising with very evident

pleasure, and coming forward with extended hand; "your noisy welcome

will not permit mine to be heard. This is indeed, a pleasure, Mr.

Morton," she added, addressing the young clergyman with that earnest

kindness, which always goes to the heart, "and one that Mr. Hamilton

will most highly appreciate--if, as I trust, the chains my son has

thrown over you, are not so heavy as to become painful."

"I should rather fear the pain will be in casting them off, Mrs.

Hamilton, not in the wearing them," replied Mr. Morton, almost sadly;

"it is the knowledge, that mingling as often in your home circle as Mr.

Hamilton and my friend Percy desire, would wholly unfit me for the

endurance of my loneliness, that keeps me so aloof, believe me.

Inclination would act a very different part, but there was no resisting

such eloquence and such happiness as his to-day," he continued, more

gayly.

And Mr. Hamilton and Herbert entering as he spoke, their greeting was

quite as warm and eager as Percy's and his mother's, and Mr. Morton gave

himself up, for the evening at least, to enjoyment. His own generous

nature had been particularly struck by Percy's manly conduct with regard

to his satire, and different as were their characters, a warm friendship

from that moment commenced between them. It was impossible to resist

Percy's warm-heartedness of word and deed; and that he would sometimes

leave his luxurious home, and stay two or three days with Mr. Morton,

seeming actually to enjoy the rude cottage and its desolate localities,

and spread such a spirit of mirth within and around, that it was no

wonder the afflicted young man looked to his society as almost his

greatest pleasure, especially as he felt he dared not too often accept

Mr. Hamilton's continually-proffered invitation. Oakwood was the home

which had been his _beau ideal_ for long years, but which now seemed

wholly unattainable. He felt himself doomed to solitude and suffering,

and the struggle for content and cheerfulness was always more painful

after he had been with his friends.

When all preparations for the evening were concluded, even the

respective toilets completed, Percy and Emmeline found it impossible to

resist trying the spring, as they called it, of the oaken floors (whence

the carpets had been removed), and amused themselves by waltzing in the

largest circle they could make. The beautiful suite of rooms were all

thrown open, and perceiving Caroline standing by the piano in an

adjoining apartment, Percy called out--

"Play us a waltz, Caroline, there's a love; the very liveliest you can

find. Tiny and I want to try the boards while we can enjoy them to

perfection, that is, when we are the only persons in the room."

"You must excuse me, Percy," she replied somewhat pettishly. "I should

think you would have dancing enough in the course of the evening; and

what will our friends think, if they come and find me playing?"

"Think? why, that you are very obliging, which at present you are not,"

answered Percy, laughing; "never mind, Emmy; let us try what our united

lungs will do."

"You may if you like, Percy, but really I am not clever enough to dance

and sing at the same time--I should have no breath left," was her as

joyous rejoinder.

"Come and dance, Caroline, if you will not play;" exclaimed Edward, who

after decorating his button-hole with a sprig of holly, seemed seized

with Percy's dancing-mania. "Do give me an opportunity of practicing the

graces before I am called upon to display them."

"My love of dancing is not so great as to attempt it without music, so

practice by yourself, Edward," was Caroline's quick reply.

"Without spectators, you mean, Lina," observed her brother, very dryly;

and as Emmeline begged him not to tease her, he asked--

"What has put her in this ill-humor, Emmy?"

"Oh, I don't know exactly; but if you let her alone, she will soon

recover it."

"Well, to please you, I will; for you look so pretty to-night, I can not

resist you."

"Take care, Percy, if you try to turn my head with such speeches, I

shall go to Edward, and punish you by not waltzing with you," said his

little sister, shaking her head at him with a comic species of reproach.

"That's right, Emmy; do not take flattery even from a brother," said her

father, coming forward with a smile; "but will you not tire yourself by

dancing already?"

"Oh, no, papa; I feel as if I could dance all night without stopping."

"Not with me, Emmeline," rejoined Percy, shrugging his shoulders with

horror at the idea; "I should cry you mercy, before one half the time

had elapsed."

"But if you are not to be tired, will you not spoil your dress, and

disorder all these flowing curls," continued Mr. Hamilton, "and surely

that will be a great misfortune."

"Indeed it will not, papa; Percy has surely too much regard for me, to

willfully hurt my frock, and if my hair should be so troublesome as to

get out of order, Fanny will re-arrange it in a few minutes."

"If you wish to cause alarm on that score, my dear father," said Percy,

with marked emphasis, "You must go to Caroline, not to Emmeline. Thank

goodness, I have one sister above such petty misfortunes."

"Are you not too hard upon Caroline, Percy?"

"Yes, papa, he is indeed; do not mind what he says," answered Emmeline,

very eagerly; but Percy said impetuously--

"I am not, Emmeline. I would lay any wager that some thing has gone

wrong with her dressing, to-night, and so made her pettish. Her frock is

not smart enough, or she does not wear the ornaments she wished, or some

such thing."

Caroline had fortunately quitted the music-room, or this speech would

not have tended to restore her serenity; but before Mr. Hamilton could

reply, Edward, who had been to seek Ellen, burst into the room

exclaiming--

"Now, Percy, we may have a proper waltz; aunt Emmeline says we may have

just one before any one comes, and here she is to play for us, and Ellen

for my partner," and they enjoyed it in earnest. Mr. Hamilton watched

them for a few minutes, and then went to seek his elder girl.

She was alone in a little room prepared for refreshments, tastefully

arranging some beautiful flowers in a bouquet. She looked up as he

entered, and so smiled that her fond father thought Percy must be wrong,

for there certainly seemed no trace of ill-temper.

"Why are you not with your brothers and sister in the drawing-room, my

dear? and why did you just now refuse your brother such a trifling favor

as playing a waltz?" he asked, but so kindly, that Caroline, though she

blushed deeply, instantly replied--

"Because, papa, my temper was not quite restored; I went into the

music-room to try mamma's remedy of solitude for a few minutes, but

Percy spoke to me before I had succeeded. I know I answered him

pettishly, but indeed, papa," she added, looking up earnestly in his

face, "indeed he is very provoking sometimes."

"I know he is, my love; he does not always know how to time his jokes,

or to make sufficient allowance for dispositions not exactly like his

own; but tell me, what first occasioned temper so to fail that solitude

was necessary."

Caroline's blush became still deeper, and she turned away her head

saying, very hesitatingly--

"For such a very, _very_ silly reason, papa, that I do not like to tell

you."

"Nay, my dear, do not fear that I shall either laugh at or reproach you.

If you feel yourself how very silly it was, I am not afraid of its

gaining too great ascendency, even if you fail again."

"It was only--only--that I was not quite satisfied with the dress mamma

desired me to wear to-night, papa; that was all, indeed."

"You wished, perhaps, to wear a smarter one, my love," replied her

father, kissing her glowing cheek so affectionately, that the pain of

her confession was instantly soothed; "but, indeed, I think mamma has

shown a much better taste. It requires more care than you are yet

perhaps aware of to dress so exactly according to our age and station,

as to do ourselves justice, and yet excite no unpleasant feelings in

those of a lower, and no contempt in those of a higher grade. Many of

our friends who are coming to-night could not afford to dress their

children as we might ours, and do you not think it would be both

inhospitable and unkind, by being over-dressed, to excite any unpleasant

feeling of inferiority in their minds, when actually none exists? for

difference of fortune alone can never constitute inferiority. I am

wizard enough to guess that was mamma's reason for your being attired so

simply and yet so prettily to-night, and equally wizard enough to guess

your reason for wishing to be smarter--shall I tell it you?" he added,

playfully. "Because you fancy Miss Grahame will be attired in such a

very fashionable London costume, that yours will appear so very plain

and so childish. I see by that conscious smile, I have guessed

correctly; but, indeed, I would not exchange my dear ingenuous Caroline,

even were she attired in the cottager's stuff frock for Annie Grahame,

did she bring worlds as her dowry. And as you like ornaments, wear

this," he added, tastefully twining a superb sprig of scarlet geranium

in the rich dark hair that shaded Caroline's noble brow; "and if mamma

inquires, tell her your father placed it there, as a token of his

approbation, for temper conquered and truth unhesitatingly spoken--spite

of pain."

Caroline's brilliant eye sparkled with a more delightful sense of

pleasure than any triumph of dress could have bestowed, and in answer to

her father's inquiry, for whom she had arranged such a beautiful

bouquet, she said--

"It is for mamma, dear papa--Emmeline is always before me; but I think

the idea of to-night's enjoyment has so bewildered her, that she has

forgotten it, so I may just have time to present it before any one

comes," and she hastened with her father to the drawing-room, where she

found Mrs. Greville and her two children (for Alfred was at home for a

few months), in addition to Mr. Morton and their own family group; and

the young clergyman could not but admire the natural grace with which

Caroline, after warmly welcoming her guests, presented her flowers to

her mother. It was a very little thing, but the joys and griefs of home

are almost all made up of little things, and Mrs. Hamilton was pleased,

not from the attention alone, but that it proved, trifling as it was,

that the annoyance and discontent which her command had occasioned in

her child had left no unkind feeling behind them; and the manner with

which she received it made Caroline very happy, for she had inwardly

feared her ill-temper not only deserved, but had excited her mother's

displeasure.

Emmeline's look of disappointment and self-reproach at her own unusual

forgetfulness was so irresistibly comic, that Percy and Edward burst

into an immoderate fit of laughter, which the former only checked to ask

Caroline where she had been, and what she had done, to produce such an

extraordinary change for the better in her appearance in so short a

time.

"Oh, you have no right to my secrets, Percy," was her perfectly

good-humored reply; "I do not think I shall answer you, except by having

the charity to refer you to papa, who has produced the change."

"By means of this pretty flower then, I imagine," said Mrs. Hamilton;

"its power I do not pretend to know, but the taste with which it is

placed might vie with that of the most fashionable artiste of the

metropolis. Mrs. Greville, do unite with me in congratulating Mr.

Hamilton on his new accomplishment."

The rapid succession of arrivals prevented any further remark, and very

speedily the inspiring sound of the beautiful music, which was stationed

in a sort of ante-chamber between the drawing-room and ball-room,

removed any thing like stiffness or reserve which the younger guests

might have at first experienced among themselves. After two or three

quadrilles, the spirit of enjoyment seemed to reign alone, not only

among the dancers themselves, but even those who sat out and talked,

either from preference or because the sets were full. Percy, his

brother, and cousin, were so active, so universal in their attention and

politeness, that all had the same measure of enjoyment; there was no

sitting down four or five times consecutively for any one, and therefore

neither weariness nor dissatisfaction. Where there is a great desire in

the givers of a party to make every one as happy as themselves, and

thoroughly to enjoy it, they seldom fail to succeed. And there was such

a variety of amusements in the various rooms that were thrown open,

suitable for all ages--from the mammas and papas to the youngest child,

that it was scarcely possible to feel any thing but pleasure. Very many

sets had been formed and danced before the Grahame family appeared, and

as Caroline glanced at her friend and even at her little sister, it

required a very vivid recollection of her father's words to prevent a

feeling of false shame, while Annie looked at Emmeline and even her

favorite Caroline for a few minutes with almost contempt.

"People talk so very much of Mrs. Hamilton's taste," she thought, "but

she can have none in dress, that's certain--why no one could distinguish

her daughters from the poorest gentleman's here!--But no one can mistake

my rank. Thank goodness, there is not a dress like mine--how it will be

envied!"

If looks were evidence of envy, Annie had them to her heart's content,

but how would she have been mortified, could she have read the secret

meaning of those looks, the contrast drawn between the manners and

appearance of Lady Helen's daughters and those of the Honorable Mrs.

Hamilton. Lady Helen herself, indeed, when she saw Caroline and

Emmeline, was quite provoked that she had been so weak as to permit, and

even encourage Annie, to select her own and her sister's costume.

"You are so late," said Mrs. Hamilton, as she came forward to greet

them, "that I almost gave you up, fearing I don't exactly know what. I

do hope nothing unpleasant has occasioned it."

"Oh, no," was Mr. Grahame's reply, and it was almost bitter; "only Miss

Grahame was so dreadfully afraid of being unfashionably early, that her

mother did not choose to come before--indeed, my patience and my little

Lilla's was so exhausted, that we thought of leaving Cecil to be their

beau, and coming alone an hour ago." Lady Helen's look of entreaty at

Mrs. Hamilton was answered by her saying directly--

"I suppose Annie was thinking of her London parties, and forgot how

completely Gothic we are as to hours and every thing else in Devonshire.

But you must try and forget such superior pleasures to-night, my dear

girl," she added, jestingly, though the young lady felt it rather

uncomfortably as earnest, "or I fear you will find but little

amusement." Alfred Greville at that moment came to claim Annie as his

partner, and she gladly joined him, for though Mrs. Hamilton had

"certainly no taste in dress," she never felt quite at her ease in her

presence. Cecil and Lilla were soon provided with little partners, and

dancing with much more real delight than their sister.

It was scarcely possible for any one, much less a parent, to look at

Caroline that night without admiration. She was so animated, so

graceful, so pleasing, and as such completely the center of attraction

(and really without any effort on her part) to all the gentlemen, young

or old in the room. The lads congregated round her, and it was rather a

difficult task to keep clear of offense, when so very many more

entreated her to dance than the length of the evening permitted; but she

managed to talk to all, and yet not to neglect any of her own sex, for

she always refused to dance, if she fancied her being in a quadrille

prevented any couple who had not danced so much, and at those times

contrived to conciliate five or six instead of only one. Emmeline took

charge of the younger children, often refusing to dance with older boys,

who would have made her much pleasanter partners, that she might join

the little quadrille and set them all right.

"I am really glad to see Ellen among us to-night, and seeming truly to

enjoy herself," said Mrs. Greville, addressing Mrs. Hamilton, who was

standing rather apart at the moment, watching Caroline with such mingled

feelings of pride and dread, that she was quite glad when her friend's

voice disturbed her train of thought. "She looked so ill in church

yesterday, that I half feared we should not see her. I told her I was

quite grieved that she was too unwell to be at Mr. Howard's last Friday,

and--"

"What did she say?" inquired Mrs. Hamilton, anxiously.

"That it was not illness which prevented her; but she looked so confused

and pained that I changed the subject directly, and the smile soon came

back."

"You touched on a very painful theme," replied Mrs. Hamilton, with real

relief; "Ellen and I were not quite as good friends as we usually are,

last week, and my poor little girl felt my severity more than I imagined

or meant. I gave her to your dear Mary's especial care to-night, for she

is so timid, that left quite to herself, I was afraid it would be more

pain than pleasure. Mary has taken my hint most admirably, for Ellen

seems quite happy."

"It would be rather hard, if your little niece's were the only sad face

in this scene of enjoyment; surely, if ever there were happiness without

alloy, it is here."

"If you think so Mrs. Greville, you will agree with my friend Morton,

who has just been half poetizing half philosophizing on this scene,"

said Mr. Hamilton joining them, with the young clergyman leaning on his

arm. "He says there is something singularly interesting in watching the

countenances and movements of children, and in tracing the dawnings of

respective characters."

"You are not one of those, then, who think childhood a mere negative

species of existence," rejoined Mrs. Greville.

"Indeed I do not; there is much more pleasure to me in watching such a

scene, than a similar one of adults. It is full of that kind of poetry,

which, from the beauty and freshness of the present, creates a future of

happiness or sorrow, good or evil, as something in each countenance

seems dimly to foretell. How many will be the longing thoughts thrown

back in after years upon to-night!"

"Do you think then childhood the happiest season of life?"

He answered in the affirmative, but Mr. Hamilton shook his head.

"I differ from you, my good friend," he said. "Childhood feels its

griefs as bitterly as those of maturer years. We are apt to think it was

all joy in the retrospect, perhaps because it has not the anxiety and

cares of riper years, but sorrow itself is felt as keenly. From reason

not being perfectly formed, the difficulty to control self-will, to

acquiesce in the, to them, incomprehensible wishes of parents or

guardians, the restraint they are often compelled to use, must be all

trials even to well-regulated children, and to those subject to the

caprices of weakness, indolence, neglect, indulgence at one time, and

tyranny at another, feelings disbelieved in, and therefore never studied

or soothed--the little heart thrown back upon itself--Morton, believe

me, these are trials as full of suffering, and as hard to be endured, as

those which belong to manhood."

"You may be right," replied Morton; "but do you not think there is an

elasticity in childhood which flings off sorrow, and can realize

happiness sooner than older years?"

"Undoubtedly, and most happy it is that they are so constituted, else

what would become of them if their susceptibilities for either joy or

sorrow are equally quick. If the former did not balance the latter, how

would their tender frames and quick affections bear their burden? The

idea that childhood is in itself the happiest season in life is so far

mischievous, that it prevents the necessary care and watchfulness, which

alone can make it so. But we must not philosophize any more, for it has

made us all grave. I see my wife is addressing Miss Grahame, and I think

it is for music. Come, Morton, take Mrs. Greville to the music-room, and

woo melody instead of poetry for the next half hour. Miss Grahame

promises to be a very fair musician, so you will be charmed."

They adjourned to the music-room, where Percy had already gallantly

conducted Annie, and several of the guests, young and old, seconded the

move: Annie Grahame really played remarkably well, so far as execution

and brilliancy were concerned, and Mrs. Hamilton was delighted at the

expression of Grahame's face as he listened to his child and the

applause she excited. "Why will he not try to win his home-affections,"

she thought, "when he is so formed to enjoy them? and why, why has Helen

so indolently, so foolishly cast away her happiness?" was the thought

that followed at the contrast which Lady Helen's face presented to her

husband's; she knew Annie played well, she had heard it from very

superior judges, and how could it concern her what the present company

thought?

A very pretty vocal duet from the two sisters followed, and soon

afterward Caroline approached the music-stand, near which Percy and Mr.

Morton were talking, and Percy, with his usual love of provoking,

exclaimed--

"You surely are not going to play after Miss Grahame, Caroline. If your

powers deserted you a few hours ago, and prevented the execution of a

waltz, they would certainly do you a charity in deserting you completely

now."

Caroline's cheek burned, but she answered, with spirit--

"Mamma desired me to oblige my friends, Percy; and she would not do so,

if she thought I should disgrace myself or her."

"Do not heed your brother, Miss Hamilton," interposed Mr. Morton, taking

the music from her, and offering her his arm to lead her to the piano.

"I have had the pleasure of hearing you often, and those who can not

find an equal, if not superior charm in your playing to Miss Grahame's

do not deserve to listen."

"Nay, you must be flattering, Mr. Morton; think of Annie's advantages."

"Indeed, my dear Miss Hamilton, yours exceed hers; no master's heart is

in his pupil's progress, as a mother's in her child's, even should she

not teach, but merely superintend."

Caroline was seated at the instrument as he spoke, and there was

something in his few words touching a right chord; for as she began to

play she certainly thought more of her mother than any one else; and

determined, if possible, that others should think with Mr. Morton,

forgetting at the moment that very few, except their own immediate

circle, knew whose pupil she was, not imagining that the mistress of

Oakwood and its large possessions could have time or inclination for

any part of the education of her daughters. Morton was certainly right

as to the amount of admiration, equaling, if not surpassing, that

bestowed on Miss Grahame; there was a soul, a depth of expression and

feeling, in Caroline's far simpler piece, that won its way to the heart

at once, and if it did not surprise as much, it pleased more, and

excited an earnest wish to listen to her again.

"Does not your younger daughter play?" inquired a lady, who had been

much attracted with Emmeline.

"Very little, compared with her sister," replied Mrs. Hamilton; "she is

not nearly so fond of it, and therefore does not devote so much time to

its acquirement just yet."

"Do you think it right to permit children to follow their own

inclinations with regard to their education?" asked another rather

stern-looking lady, with much surprise.

"Only with regard to their accomplishments; my Emmeline is as fond of

drawing as Caroline is of music, and therefore I indulge her by

permitting her to give more time to the one, than to the other."

"But do you think natural taste can be traced so early? that it can be

distinguished from idleness or perverseness?"

"Indeed, I do," replied Mrs. Hamilton, earnestly. "If a child be allowed

leisure to choose its own pursuits, and not always confined to the

routine of a school-room, natural taste for some employment in

preference to another will, I think, always display itself. Not that I

would depend entirely on that, because I think it right and useful to

cultivate a taste for all the fine arts, only giving more time to that

which is the favorite. My niece has shown no decided taste for any

particular pursuit yet; but I do not neglect the cultivation of

accomplishments on that account; if, in a few years, a preference

manifests itself, it will be quite time enough to work hard at that

particular branch."

"Is that pretty little harp used by either of your daughters?" inquired

the first speaker. "It looks very much as if it were the especial

property of my engaging little friend."

"Your guess is correct," replied Mrs. Hamilton, smiling "Emmeline was

quite sure she should hate music, if she must learn the great ugly

piano. If she might only have a harp, she would do all she could to

learn, and she really has."

"And may we not hear her?"

"When the room is not quite so full: she has not half her sister's

confidence, and so large an audience would frighten away all her little

powers; but I will promise you a very sweet song instead," she added, as

Herbert approached, and eagerly whispered some request. "That is, if my

persuasions can prevail on my young friend; Mrs. Greville, must I ask

your influence, or will mine be enough?"

"What, with Mary? I rather think, your request in this case will be of

more weight than mine;" and a few minutes afterward Mrs. Hamilton led

the blushing, timid girl in triumph to the piano. Her voice, which was

peculiarly sweet and thrilling, though not strong, trembled audibly as

she commenced; but Herbert was turning over the leaves of her music, his

mother was standing close beside her, and after the first few bars her

enthusiastic spirit forgot the presence of all, save those she loved,

and the spirit of her song.

Mrs. Hamilton never listened to and looked at her at such moments

without a trembling foreboding she vainly struggled to overcome. There

was something in those deep blue, earnest eyes, the hectic color that

with the least exertion rose to her cheek, the transparency of

complexion, the warm and elevated spirit, the almost angel temper and

endurance in her peculiarly tried lot, that scarcely seemed of earth;

and never was that sad foreboding stronger than at that moment, as she

looked round the crowd of young and happy faces, and none seemed to

express the same as Mary's. She could scarcely command her voice and

smile sufficiently to warmly thank her young favorite as she ceased; but

Mary was more than satisfied by the fond pressure of her hand.

This little interruption to the actual business of the evening only

increased the zest and enjoyment, when dancing recommenced. Even the

call to supper was obeyed with reluctance, and speedily accomplished,

that they might return the sooner to the ball-room. The hours had worn

away, it seemed, on gossamer-wings, and as each happy child felt assured

that the delight could not last much longer, the longing to dance to the

very last moment seemed to increase. Emmeline's excitable spirit had

thrown off all alloy, for it was quite impossible any one would think of

asking her to play now; she had arranged all the remaining couples--for

the room had begun very much to thin--for the favorite haymaker's

country dance,[2] and accepting Edward as her own partner, and being

unanimously desired to take the top, led off her young friends with such

spirit and grace, and so little semblance of fatigue, that it certainly

appeared as if she would verify her own words, and dance all night.

[Footnote 2: A country dance, the author believes, peculiar to

Devonshire, for she has never seen it danced elsewhere.]

Miss Grahame had declared it was much too great a romp, and declined

joining it. Caroline, who would have enjoyed it, more out of politeness

to her friend than inclination, sat down with her, and a cheerful group

of some of the older lads, and one or two young ladies, joined them.

Herbert and Mary finding the quadrille for which they were engaged,

changed to a dance for which, though they had quite the spirit, they had

not the physical strength, enjoyed a quiet chat instead, and Ellen

seated herself by her favorite Mary, declining, from fatigue, Alfred

Greville's entreaty that she would second Emmeline.

"I declare I could dance myself with that merry group," exclaimed Mr.

Grahame, after watching them some time, and all his austerity banished

by the kindly spirit of the evening. "Mrs. Hamilton, Mrs. Greville, do

one of you take pity on me, and indulge my fancy."

Both ladies laughingly begged to be excused, offering, however, to

introduce him to a partner.

"No; it must be one of you or none at all. That little sylph of yours,

Mrs. Hamilton, seems inclined to dance for you and herself too. What a

pretty couple she and that handsome cousin of hers make! And there goes

my little Lilla--I do hope I may have one really happy child. What,

tired, Percy--compelled to give up--absolutely exhausted?"

"Indeed I am," answered Percy, who had waltzed his partner very cleverly

out of the line, and, after giving her a seat, threw himself on a large

ottoman.

"Mother, if you do not put a stop to Emmeline's proceedings, her

strength will entirely fail, and down she and Edward will go, and the

rest follow, just like a pack of cards. Do, pray, prevent such a

catastrophe, for I assure you it is not in the least unlikely."

The gravity with which he spoke caused a general laugh; but Mrs.

Hamilton, feeling by the length of time the fatiguing dance had lasted,

there was really some truth in his words, desired the musicians to stop;

causing an exclamation of regret and disappointment from many youthful

lips, and Emmeline and Edward ran up to her, to entreat that they might

go on little longer. Mrs. Hamilton, however, refused; and Edward

yielded directly, but Emmeline was so much excited, that obedience was

most unusually difficult; and when her mother desired her to sit down

quietly for ten minutes, and then come to the music-room, as Mrs. Allan

most particularly wished to hear her play before she left, she answered,

with more petulance than she was at all aware of--

"I am sure I can not play a note now--it will be no use trying."

"Emmeline!" exclaimed her mother, adding, gravely, "I am afraid you have

danced too much, instead of not enough."

The tone, still more than the words, was enough; poor Emmeline was just

in that mood when tears are quite as near as smiles; her own petulance

seemed to reproach her too, and she suddenly burst into tears. Many

exclamations of sympathy and condolence burst from her mother's

friends:--"Poor child!" "She has over-tired herself!" "We cannot expect

her to play now!"--but Mrs. Greville saying, with a smile, that her

little friend's tears were always the very lightest April showers,

successfully turned the attention of many from her; while Mrs. Hamilton

taking her hand from her face, merely said, in a low voice--

"Do not make me more ashamed of you, Emmeline. What would papa think if

he were to see you now?" Her little girl's only answer was to bury her

face still more closely in her mother's dress, very much as if she would

like to hide herself entirely; but on Mrs. Allan saying, very kindly--

"Do not distress yourself, my dear. I would not have asked to hear you

play, if I had thought you would dislike it so much. I dare say you are

very tired, and so think you will not succeed."

She raised her head directly, shook back the fair ringlets that had

fallen over her face, and though the tears were still on her cheeks and

filling her eyes, she said, with a blending of childish shyness and yet

courageous truth, impossible to be described--

"No, ma'am, I am not too tired to play--I did not cry from fatigue,

but because I was angry with mamma for not letting me dance any

more, and angry with myself for answering her so pettishly; and

because--because--I thought she was displeased, and that I deserved it."

"Then come and redeem your character," was Mrs. Hamilton's only notice

of a reply that actually made her heart throb with thankfulness, that

her lessons of truth were so fully understood and practiced by one

naturally so gentle and timid as her Emmeline: while Mrs. Allan knew not

what to answer, from a feeling of involuntary respect. It would have

been so easy to escape a disagreeable task by tacitly allowing that she

was too tired to play; and what careful training must it have been to

have so taught truth.

"Mrs. Allan would not ask you before, because she knew you did not like

to play while the room was so very full; therefore, ought you not to do

your very best to oblige her?"

Emmeline looked timidly up in her mother's face to be quite sure that

her displeasure had subsided, as her words seemed to denote; and quite

satisfied, her tears were all checked, and taking Mrs. Allan's offered

hand, she went directly to the music-room.

Mrs. Hamilton lingered to desire Herbert (who had come up to know the

cause of his sister's sudden tears) to form the last quadrille, and

reserve a place, if he possibly could, for Emmeline, as they would not

begin till she had done. Her little girl was playing as she rejoined

her, and it really was a pretty picture, her fairy figure with her tiny

harp, and her sweet face seeming to express the real feeling with which

she played. There was no execution in the simple Highland air, but her

vivid imagination lent it a meaning, and so, when fairly playing, she

did not mind it. Mrs. Allan had lost a little girl just at Emmeline's

age, who had also played the harp, and there was something in her caress

and thanks, after she had done, that made Emmeline stand quietly at her

side, without heeding the praises that were lavished round her. Herbert

at that moment appeared with one of the young Allans.

"Come, Emmy, we are only waiting for you; Mr. Allan says you have not

favored him to-night, and he hopes you will now."

"Pray, do," added Mrs. Allan, as her son gayly pleaded his own cause;

Emmeline only waited to read her mother's consent in her eyes, for she

thought that she ought not to dance any more; and in another minute the

joyous music had resounded, and she was dancing and chatting as gayly

and happily as if there had been no interruption to her joy.

"And you will leave all these delights to imprison yourself in a

man-of-war?" asked Mr. Grahame, jestingly of Edward while waiting for

his wife and daughters, who were the last departures (much to Annie's

horror, for it was so unfashionable to be quite the last), to be cloaked

and shawled.

"Imprison!" was his very indignant reply, "and on the wide, free,

glorious ocean! flying on the wings of the wind wherever we please, and

compelling the flag of every land to acknowledge ours! No, Mr. Grahame;

you landsmen don't know what liberty is, if you talk of imprisonment in

a ship! We take our home wherever we go, which you landsmen can not do,

though you do so poetize on the maternal properties of Old Mother

Earth."

"Only hear him, Hamilton," exclaimed Grahame, laughing heartily; "any

one would think he had been a sailor all his little life. You talk

boldly now, my boy, but you may change your tone when you have once

tried the cockpit."

"I do not think I shall," answered Edward, earnestly; "I know there are

many hardships, and I dare say I shall find them more disagreeable than

I can possibly imagine; but I shall get used to them; it is so cowardly

to care for hardships."

"And is it no grief to give up all the pleasures of land?"

"I exchange them for others more delightful still."

"And the sea is to be your sister, uncle, aunt, and

cousins--altogether?"

"Yes all," replied Edward, laughing; adding, as he put his arm

affectionately round Ellen, "my sister has so many kind friends that she

will be able to spare me till I am old enough to do all a brother

ought."

"You are a good fellow, Edward, and I see I must not talk of parting, if

I would preserve this evening's pleasure unalloyed," Grahame said, as he

laid his hand kindly on Ellen's head, and then turned to obey the

summons of his wife.

The young party, no doubt, felt that it would be infinitely more

agreeable to sit up all night, and talk of the only too quickly

concluded enjoyment, than to retire to their respective pillows; but the

habits of Oakwood were somewhat too well regulated for such dissipation,

though, no doubt, their _dream-land_ that night, was peopled with the

pleasant shadows of reality, and, according to their respective sources

of enjoyment, brought back their evening's happiness again and again.

CHAPTER XII.

EFFECTS OF PLEASURE.--THE YOUNG MIDSHIPMAN.--ILL-TEMPER, ITS ORIGIN AND

CONSEQUENCES.

The return to the quiet routine of work, and less exciting recreation

after the Christmas pleasures, was of course a trial to all our young

friends. Not so much to the boys, as to their sisters; Percy's elastic

spirits found pleasure in every thing, being somewhat too old to care

for his studies, or feel them now as a restraint. Herbert only exchanged

one kind of happiness for another. Edward looked to every month that

passed, as bringing nearer the attainment of his wishes; and he was so

fond of Mr. Howard, and so quick at learning, and such a favorite with

all his schoolfellows, that he did not care at all when the time of work

came again. Ellen and Emmeline both found it very difficult to like

their lessons again; especially the latter, who felt as if work and

regularity were most particularly disagreeable things, and sometimes was

almost in despair as to her ever enjoying them again; but she tried very

hard to overcome indolence, and never give way to petulance, and

succeeded, so as to win her the delight of both her parents'

approbation. Indulgence always made her feel as if no effort on her part

was too great to prove how much she felt it; and when any one, old or

young, experiences this sort of feeling, they need never be afraid but

that they will succeed in their efforts, painful and hard as they may at

first seem. It was not so difficult for Ellen as for Emmeline, because

she was less able to realize such an intensity of pleasure. She seemed

safer when regularly employed; and besides, to work hard at her

respective studies, was one of the very few things which she could do to

prove how much she loved her aunt; and accustomed from such early

childhood to conquer inclination, and, in fact, never to fancy pleasure

and indulgence were her due, there was happiness enough for her even in

their more regular life: but to Caroline the change was actually

unbearable. While admiration and praise only incited Emmeline to greater

exertions, they caused Caroline completely to relax in hers, and to

give, in consequence, as much trouble and annoyance as she had received

pleasure. The perseverance in her various studies, especially in music,

the unceasing control over her temper, which _before_ the holidays she

had so striven for, had now entirely given way. It was much less trouble

for her to learn than Emmeline, therefore her studies with Miss Harcourt

were generally well performed; but the admiration she had excited made

her long for more, and believe herself a person deserving much more

consideration and respect than she received from her own family. These

thoughts persisted in, of course, produced and retained ill-temper;

which, as there was no longer any fear of her being debarred by its

indulgence from any pleasure, she made no attempt to overcome. The

praise bestowed on her music, made her fancy herself a much greater

proficient than she really was, and though her love of music was great,

her love of praise was greater; and so she not only relaxed in her

practice, but inwardly murmured at the very little praise she received

from her mother.

"How can you give mamma so much trouble, Caroline, when you know you can

do so much better?" Herbert exclaimed, one day, when an attack of

weakness, to which he was liable, had confined him to a sofa.

Mrs. Hamilton, after giving her usual hour's lesson, in which Caroline

had chosen to do nothing, had left her in very evident displeasure, and

even Herbert was roused to most unusual indignation.

"What is the use of practicing day after day?" was her angry reply; "I

am sure I should play just as well if I practiced less."

"You did not think so a month ago, Caroline."

"No, because then I had something to practice for."

"And have you nothing now?--Is mamma's approbation nothing?--Is the

pleasure you give all of us, by your talent for music, nothing?--Oh,

Caroline, why will you throw away so much real gratification, for the

vain desire of universal admiration?"

"There surely can be no harm, Herbert, in wishing to be universally

loved and admired."

"There is, when it makes you discontented and unhappy, and blind to the

love and admiration of your home. What is the praise of strangers worth,

compared to that of those who love you best?"

"There is not much chance of my receiving either at present," was the

cold reply.

"Because you will not try for the one most easily and happily obtained;

and even without thinking of praise, how can you be so ungrateful, as to

repay all mamma's care and trouble by the indolence, coldness, and

almost insolence, you have shown to-day? How few mothers of her rank

would--"

"You may spare your sermon, Herbert; for at this moment I am not

disposed either to listen to or profit by it," interrupted Caroline, and

she left the room in anger. A faint flush rose to the pale cheek of her

brother, but he quickly conquered the natural irritation, and sought his

mother, by every fond attention on his part, to remove the pain of

Caroline's conduct.

This continued for about a fortnight, at the end of which time, Caroline

suddenly resumed her music with assiduity, and there were no more

ebullitions of ill-temper. Herbert hoped his expostulations were taking

effect; Mrs. Hamilton trusted that her child was becoming sensible of

her past folly, and trying to conquer it, and banish its memory herself:

both, however, were mistaken. Annie Grahame had imparted to her friend,

in strict confidence, that her mother intended giving a grand ball about

the end of February, and meant to entreat Mrs. Hamilton, as a personal

favor, to let Caroline be present. Caroline little knew the very slight

foundation Annie had for this assertion. Lady Helen had merely said,

_perhaps_ she would ask; and this was only said, because she was too

indolent and weak to say "No" at once. Not that she had any unkind

feeling toward Caroline, but simply because she was perfectly certain

Mrs. Hamilton would not consent, and to persuade as earnestly as Annie

wished was really too much trouble.

Caroline's wishes in this instance triumphed over her better judgment,

for had she allowed herself to think soberly, she ought to have known

her mother's principles of action sufficiently, not to entertain the

slightest hope of going.

The invitations (three weeks' notice) for her parents and brothers came.

In them she did not expect to be included, but when above a week passed,

and still not a word was said, disappointment took the place of hope,

and it was only the still lingering belief that she might go, even at

the last moment, that prevented the return of ill-temper.

Now Lady Helen really had asked, though she did not persuade; and Mrs.

Hamilton thanked her, but, as she expected, decidedly refused. "Caroline

was much too young," she said, "for such a party. Did she know any thing

about being asked?" Lady Helen said, with truth, that she had not

mentioned the subject to her, and had desired Annie to be equally

silent.

Mrs. Hamilton quite forgot that Miss Grahame was not famous for

obedience, and, relying on her friend's assurance, determined on not

saying any thing to Caroline about it; wishing to spare her the pain

which she knew her refusal would inflict. As it happened, it would have

been better if she had spoken. The weather had prevented Caroline from

seeing Annie, but she was quite sure she would not deceive her; and her

proud heart rebelled against her mother, not only for refusing Lady

Helen's request, but for treating her so much like a child, as to hide

that refusal from her. Under the influence of such thoughts, of course,

her temper became more and more difficult to control and as a natural

consequence, anger and irritation against her mother, and self-reproach

for the indulgence of such feelings increased, till she became actually

miserable.

It happened that about this time Miss Harcourt left Oakwood for a week

on a visit to an invalid friend at Dartmouth. Mrs. Hamilton had given

her full liberty, promising that her pupils should lose nothing by her

absence. She left on the Saturday, and the Thursday was Lady Helen's

ball. On the Monday, Mr. Hamilton, detained Edward as he was leaving the

library, after morning prayers, and told him that he had received a

letter, which he thought might chance to interest him. Ten minutes

afterward, Edward rushed into the breakfast-room, in a state of such

joyous excitement that he could scarcely speak.

"Wish me five, ten, twenty thousand joys!" he exclaimed, springing from

chair to chair, as if velocity of movement should bring back speech. "In

one month the Prince William sails, and I am to meet her at Portsmouth,

and be a sailor, a real sailor; and to-morrow fortnight uncle says we

are to start for London, and have ten days there to see all the fine

sights, and then go to Portsmouth, and see all that is to be seen there,

and then--and then--"

"Take care you do not lose your wits before you leave Oakwood,"

interposed Percy laughing heartily. "I should not at all wonder, before

you go, that you will be fancying the river Dart the Atlantic, and set

sail in a basket, touch at all the islets you may pass, imagining them

various cities, and finally land at Dartmouth, believing it Halifax,

your destined port--that will be the end of your sailorship, Edward,

depend upon it."

"I rather think I should stand a chance of being ducked into my sober

senses again, Percy, unless wicker be waterproof, which I never heard it

was."

"But I have, though," eagerly interrupted Emmeline; "the Scots and Picts

invaded England in wicker boats, and to have held so many men, they must

have been strong and waterproof too. So you see, Percy's basket is only

an ancient boat, Edward. You are much better off than you thought you

were."

"Give me Alfred's wooden walls instead, Emmy; your Picts and Scots were

very little better than savages--Alfred is my man; he deserves to be

called great, if it were only for forming the first English navy. But

neither my aunt nor Ellen have wished me joy. I think I shall be

offended."

Mrs. Hamilton could not speak at the first moment, for the joy, the

animation of her nephew so recalled the day when her own much-loved

brother, her darling Charles, had rushed into her room, to tell her all

his glee, for no one ever listened to and shared in his joys and

troubles as she did. He was then scarcely older than Edward, as full of

hope and joy and buoyancy--where was he? Would his fate be that of the

bright, beautiful boy before her? And as Edward threw his arms round her

neck, and kissed her again and again, telling her he could not be quite

sure it was not all a dream, unless she wished him joy too it was the

utmost effort to prevent the fast gathering tears, and so command her

voice, that he should not hear her tremble. Poor Ellen looked and felt

bewildered. She had always tried to realize that Edward, to be a sailor,

must leave her; and in fact aware that his summons would soon come, her

aunt and uncle had often alluded to his departure before her, but still

she had never thought it near; and now the news was so sudden, and

Edward was so wild with joy she fancied she ought to rejoice too, but

she could not; and Percy was obliged to ask her merrily, what ailed her,

and if she could not trust to his being a much more worthy brother than

such a water-rat, who had no business whatever on land, before she could

take her place at the breakfast table and try to smile. But her eyes

would rest on Edward even then, and she felt as if there were something

across her throat and she could not swallow the nice roll which Herbert,

had so kindly buttered and cut, and so quietly placed in her plate; and

when Edward said something very funny, as he was in the habit of doing,

and made them all laugh, she tried to laugh too, but instead of a laugh

it was a sob that startled herself, for she was quite sure she did not

mean to be so foolish: but instead of being reproved, as she was afraid

she should be, she felt her aunt's arm thrown gently round her, till she

could hide her face on her shoulder, and cry quite quietly for a few

minutes, for they went on talking and laughing round the

breakfast-table, and nobody took any notice of her, which she was quite

glad of, for she could not bear Edward to think she was unhappy when he

was so pleased. And after breakfast, though he was in such a desperate

hurry to tell Mr. Howard the good news, that when he did set off, he

left even Percy far behind him, he found time to give her a hearty kiss,

and to tell her that he loved her very much, though he could not help

being so glad he was going to sea; and that he was quite proud of her,

because though he knew she was very sorry he was going, she did not cry

and make a fuss as some selfish people would; and then she really did

smile.

"It is Monday morning, my dears, and I find Ellis and Morris require my

attention for a longer time than I expected," Mrs. Hamilton said, as she

entered the school-room, and found the three girls preparing their

books, "so I must set you all to work, and see how well you can get on

without me till eleven, when I will rejoin you. I shall order the

carriage at half-past twelve, and if all I require is completed, we will

pay your favorite old ruin a visit, Emmy; the morning is so lovely, that

I think we may venture to take our sketch-books, and see what other part

of Berry Pomeroy we can take pencil possession of."

Such an anticipation was quite enough for Emmeline. Her dance about the

room was only checked by the idea that her lessons would never be ready,

nor her exercises and sums done, unless she sat quietly down, and so,

with a great effort, she gave all her attention to her various tasks,

and mastered them even before her mother returned. Ellen, though she

tried quite as much, was not so successful. The Prince William would

sail in miniature on her slate, over all her figures. The recollection

of the awful storm they had encountered on their voyage to England would

return so vividly, that the very room seemed to heave. And then--but she

could not make out why she should think about that then--her mother's

death-bed came before her and her promise, and it seemed harder still to

part with Edward, from a vague dread that came over her, but still she

tried to attend to what she had to do, and congratulated herself on its

completion before her aunt appeared.

Caroline, alone, was determined not to work. Because she had not made

herself miserable enough already, the most unfounded jealousy entered

her head from seeing her mother's caressing kindness toward Ellen at

breakfast; why was not her manner as kind to her! She was quite as

unhappy, and her mother must see it, but she took no notice of her--only

of Ellen. She might be cross sometimes, but she never told stories or

tried to hide her faults, and it was very hard and unjust that she

should be treated so like a child, and Ellen made so much of; and so she

thought and thought, not attempting to do a single thing till she

actually made herself believe, for the time, that her kind, indulgent

mother had no love for her; and every thing looked blacker than before.

She made no effort to rouse herself even in Mrs. Hamilton's presence,

but listened to her remonstrances with such extreme carelessness, almost

insolence, that her mother felt her patience failing. The self-control,

however, for which she had successfully striven, enabled her so to

overcome the irritation, as to retain her own quiet dignity, and simply

to desire Caroline to give her attention at once to her studies, and

conquer her ill-temper, or not to think of accompanying them on their

excursion, as idleness and peevishness were better left to themselves.

An insolent and haughty reply rose to Caroline's lips; but with an

effort she remained silent, her flushed forehead alone denoting the

internal agitation. Emmeline's diligence and the approbation she

received irritated her still more; but she rejoiced when she heard her

mother tell Ellen there was not a correct line in her French exercise,

and her sum, a compound long division, wrong from the very first figure.

But the pleasure soon gave place to indignant anger, when, instead of

the reproof which she believed would follow, Mrs. Hamilton said very

kindly--

"I should very much like these done correctly, Ellen, before we go out;

suppose you ensconce yourself in that bay window, there are a table and

chair all ready for you, and we shall not interrupt you as we should if

you remain at this table. I know they are both very difficult, to-day

especially, but the more merit in their accomplishment, you know the

more pleased I shall be."

Ellen obeyed directly; a little care, and with the assistance of her

grammar, which her aunt permitted her to refer to, instead of depending

entirely on her memory that morning, enabled her to succeed with her

French; but four times was that tormenting sum returned to, till at last

her tears effaced the figures as fast as they were written. Still,

patience and resolution in both teacher and pupil conquered, and the

fifth time there was not a figure wrong; and Mrs. Hamilton, fondly

putting back the heavy ringlets which in Ellen's absorbed attention had

fallen over her tearful cheeks, said, playfully--

"Shall I tell you a secret, my little Ellen? I was quite as disinclined

to be firm this morning as you were to be patient; so you see we have

both gained a grand victory. My conjuring propensities, as Emmy thinks

them, told me that you had real cause for some little inattention, and,

therefore that it was very cruel in me to be so determined; but my

_judgment_ would tell me that my _feeling_ was wrong, and that to

conquer disinclination and overcome a difficulty, was a much better way

of lessening even natural sorrow than to give up. I do not expect you to

think so just now, but I fancy you are not very sorry this disagreeable,

terribly tiresome sum has not to be done to-morrow, which it must have

been, had you left it to-day."

Ellen was so glad, that she felt almost happy, and her few other duties

were done quite briskly, for Mrs. Hamilton had been so kind as to

countermand the carriage till one, that she and Caroline might have time

to finish. But Caroline, if she had not tried before, was now still less

capable of doing so. Every word of kindness addressed to Ellen increased

the storm raging within, and the difficulty of restraining it in Mrs.

Hamilton's presence caused it to burst forth with unmitigated violence

the moment she quitted the apartment, desiring Emmeline and Ellen to

make haste, and put away their books, but still without taking the least

notice of her. Invective, reproach, almost abuse, were poured against

Ellen, who stood actually frightened at the violence she had so very

innocently excited, and at the fearful and deforming passion which

inflamed her cousin's every feature. Caroline's anger had miscounted

time, or she must have known that her mother could not have gone far

enough, for such unusual tones of excitement to escape her quick

hearing. Mrs. Hamilton, startled and alarmed, returned directly, and so

vividly did her child's appearance and words recall her own misguided

sister in those uncontrolled fits of fury, under which she had so often

trembled, that present disappointment and dread for the future, took

possession of her, and for the moment rendered her powerless. Caroline

was too much engrossed to perceive her at first, and she had, therefore

time to rally from the momentary weakness.

"What does this mean?" she exclaimed, fixing her eyes on Caroline, with

that expression of quiet but stern reproof, which when she did use

it--and it was very seldom--had the power of subduing even the wildest

excitement. "What has Ellen done, that you should abuse her with this

unjust and cruel and most unfeminine violence? You have indulged your

ill-temper till you do not know what you say or do, and you are venting

on another the anger which my displeasure has caused you to feel toward

me and toward yourself. I desire that you will control it directly, or

retire to your own room, till you can behave with some degree of

propriety, and not disturb the comfort and happiness of others in this

most uncalled-for manner."

"I will not go," answered Caroline, bursting into violent tears, and

scarcely aware of what she was saying, "I know I dislike Ellen, and I

have reason to dislike her, for before she came, you were never so often

displeased with me; you are always kind and indulgent to her, always

treat her as a reasonable being, not as the child, the infant you think

me. I know you have lost all love for me, or you must have seen I was

unhappy, and spoken kindly to me, as you did to Ellen; I have every

reason to dislike her, stealing your affection from me as she has, and I

do with all my heart!"

"Go, and prepare for our drive, my dear children," Mrs. Hamilton said,

as she calmly turned for a moment to Emmeline and Ellen, who both stood

bewildered, the former from actual terror that her sister should dare so

to address her mother, and the latter from pain at the violent avowal of

a dislike which she had intuitively felt, but had always tried to

disbelieve. "The beauty of the day will be gone if we linger much

longer, and I do not intend to be disappointed of our promised ramble.

Do not think any thing of what this unhappy girl is saying; at present

she scarcely knows herself, and will by-and-by wish it recalled, far

more intensely than ever we can."

Emmeline longed to throw her arms round her mother, and with tears

beseech her to forget what Caroline had said; but, though Mrs. Hamilton

had spoken cheerfully, and in quite her usual tone of voice to them,

there was something in her countenance, that checked any display of

softness even in her affectionate child; something that almost awed her,

and she left the room with Ellen to prepare for the promised excursion,

which had, however, lost all its anticipated enjoyment from the

uncontrolled temper of another.

"Now, Caroline, I will answer you," said Mrs. Hamilton, as soon as they

were alone, and again regarding Caroline, who was sobbing violently,

with that same searching look. "Your charges are such very heavy ones,

that I really must request you during my absence to arrange and define

them in some order. I am so perfectly ignorant of having given you any

foundation for them, that, before I can attempt defense, you must inform

me exactly and definitely of what you complain. That this morning my

manner was kinder to Ellen than to you I quite acknowledge. Her

inattention and depression had a cause, yours had none; for if you were

unhappy, it was from your own fearful temper, which by encouragement has

blackened every thing around you. You may employ your time till dinner

as you choose; but at five o'clock come to me in my dressing-room,

prepared to define and inform me of every charge you can bring against

me. You will consider this a command, Caroline, disregard or evasion of

which will be disobedience."

She left the room, and in a very short time afterward Caroline heard the

carriage drive off; but for nearly three long hours she never moved from

her seat, so utterly miserable, as scarcely even to change her position.

Never in her life before, not in her most angry moments, had she so

spoken to her mother, and her remorse was almost intolerable. Again and

again she remembered what Mrs. Hamilton had told her so often, that, if

she did not strive and pray against the dominion of ill-temper while

young, it would become more and more uncontrollable, and the older she

became, the more difficult to subdue, even in a moderate degree; and her

words were indeed true. It had been many months since temper had gained

such an ascendency, and its effects were far, far more violent, and its

power over her more determined, and if, as she grew older, it should be

still worse, what would become of her? how insufferably wretched? what

would she not have given to have recalled her words? The jealousy which

had arisen, now she knew not how, had sunk into air before those few

calm inquiring sentences from her mother, and in her excessive misery

every kind deed and word and look, every fond indulgence and

forbearance, in fact, all the love her mother had so lavished on her

from her infancy, rushed back upon her, till she actually hated herself,

and longed the more intensely for the comfort of that soothing

affection, which, in real pain or childish sorrow, had never been

refused her.

"Why, why did Annie tell me any thing about that hateful ball?" she

exclaimed, at length, as the sound of many joyous voices and the

dressing-bell proclaimed the return of the various members of her family

only in time to prepare for dinner. "It was all, all from that; I know

now, only from that one thought--one wish. Why was I such a fool, as not

to tell mamma at once that I knew I was to be asked, and wished so much

to go?--if she had refused me, it would not have been half the pain I

have made for myself. And how can I meet papa's eye and Percy's unkind

jokes with eyes like these?" she added, as on rising to go to her own

room, she caught sight of her own face in a mirror, and actually started

at the disfigurement which the violence of her emotion had wrought. "Oh,

how I wish mamma had not desired me to go to her; that I could but hide

myself from every body--or get rid of this horrible black cloud."

From every eye but her mother's she could and did hide herself; for

saying that her head ached, which was the truth, and she did not wish

any thing to take, she refused to go down to dinner. Mrs. Hamilton had

successfully exerted herself during their excursion, and Emmeline and

Ellen enjoyed themselves so thoroughly as almost to forget the alloy of

the morning; and even when Caroline's message recalled it, the boys were

all so merry, that it did not disturb them. Percy always declared that

Caroline's headache was only another term for temper-ache, and he would

certainly have sent her some message of mock pity, if his quick eye had

not discovered or fancied that his mother did not look quite as well as

usual, and so he contented himself by trying still more to be the life

of the dinner-table. Mr. Hamilton had seen at a single glance that all

was not quite right, and Caroline's non-appearance and message explained

it, to his extreme regret, for he had begun to hope and believe that his

wife's extreme solicitude, on her account, was beginning to decrease.

Mrs. Hamilton had not much doubt that silence and solitude had so far

had effect on Caroline as to subdue passion, and bring her to a sense of

her misconduct; but that had scarcely power to lessen the anxiety and

the pain which Caroline's words had so wantonly inflicted. Had she

indeed evinced any thing like undue partiality? the idea alone almost

brought a smile; fondly, and almost as her own child, as she loved her

little niece. The very anxiety Caroline occasioned her, deepened her

affection; the very control she was obliged to exercise in her mode of

guiding her, strengthened every feeling toward her. She was so enwrapped

in these painfully engrossing thoughts, in the strict examination of her

own own heart, that she was not aware the time she had appointed had

passed by full ten minutes, till she was roused by the handle of her

door being softly turned, and left again, as if some one had wished to

enter, but hesitated. The very hesitation gave her hope, for she really

did not know that the utmost penalty she could have inflicted on

Caroline, in the moment of natural indignation, would have failed in

producing such an effect as the simple command to seek her, and define

her charges against her, when that angry excitement had so calmed, that

Caroline would have given worlds, if she might but have not referred to

it again. She knew she dared not disobey, but her daring had left her so

powerless that she had stood at her mother's door full ten minutes

before she could command courage sufficient to open it and enter.

Mrs. Hamilton looked at her changed aspect, the bitter humiliation

expressed in every feature, with such pity, that it required even more

than her usual exercise of control, to retain the grave, and apparently

unmoved tone with which she said--

"You have had a long time in which to reflect on your charges against

me, Caroline. I hope they are now sufficiently defined for me to

understand and answer them. You may sit down, for you do not seem very

capable of standing."

Caroline gladly obeyed, by sitting down on a low ottoman, some little

distance from her mother, on whose neck she absolutely longed to throw

herself and beseech forgiveness; but Mrs. Hamilton's tone was not such

as to give her courage to do so. She remained silent, burying her face

in her hands.

"I am waiting your pleasure, Caroline; I should have thought that you

had had plenty of time to think during my absence. Of what do you accuse

me?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing! mamma, dear mamma, do not speak to me in that

tone, I can not bear it; indeed, indeed, I am miserable enough already;

condemn me to any punishment, the severest you can, I know I deserve

it--but do not, do not speak so."

"No, Caroline; were I to condemn you to any punishment, it would seem

more like vengeance for the pain you have inflicted on me by your

accusation of partiality and injustice, than from the hope of producing

any good end. You are no longer a child, who must be taught the line of

duty to a parent. You know it now as well as I can teach it, and if you

fail, must be answerable only to yourself. I can not help you any

further, than by requesting you to explain clearly the origin of your

complaint against me. Its main ground of offense is, I believe, that

since Ellen has become an inmate of my family I have treated you with

more harshness and unkindness than I ever did before. Can you look back

on the last eighteen months and recall one instance in which this has

been the case? I must have an answer, Caroline; you may now think

explanation is not necessary, and that you meant nothing when you spoke,

but that will not satisfy me nor you, when ill-temper regains

ascendency. You need not refrain from answering for fear of wounding me.

You can scarcely do that more than you have done already."

Caroline tried to speak, but she could only sob forth, that she could

not recall one instance, in which her mother had been more displeased

with her than her conduct merited. Acknowledging, but almost

inarticulately, that she had sometimes fancied that she had remained

longer cold with her than with Ellen, after the committal of a

fault--and that--(she stopped).

"Go on, Caroline."

"I could not feel my faults such heavy ones as Ellen's."

"They are of equal, if not greater weight than your cousin's, Caroline.

You have been, from your earliest infancy, the object of the most tender

and devoted care to your father and myself. Miss Harcourt has followed

out our plans; you have never been exposed to any temptation, not even

that of casual bad example. Ellen, till she became mine, encountered

neglect, harshness, all that could not fail in such a character to

engender the faults she has. You can not compare yourself with her, for,

had you been situated as she was, I fear you would have had still

heavier failings."

"I should never have told untruths," exclaimed Caroline with returning

temper.

"Perhaps not, for some persons are so physically constituted that they

do not know what fear is; and harshness would harden, not terrify and

crush, as with such dispositions as Ellen's. But Caroline, when temper

gains dominion over you, as it has done to-day, do you always think and

utter nothing but the truth?"

Caroline turned from that penetrating look and burst into tears. Few as

the words were, they seemed to flash light into the very inmost recesses

of her heart, and tell her that in moments of uncontrolled temper, in

her brooding fancies, she really did forfeit the truth, on adherence to

which she so prided herself; and that there was no excuse for her in the

idea that she did not know what she said or did--for why had religion

and reason been so carefully implanted within her, but to enable her to

subdue the evil temper, ere it acquired such fearful dominion.

"Perhaps you have never thought of this before, Caroline," resumed Mrs.

Hamilton, and her tone was not quite so cold; "but think of it in

future, and it may help you to conquer yourself. Remember, words can

never be recalled, and that, though you may have lost such command over

yourself, as scarcely to know the exact sense of what you say, yet those

to whom they are addressed, or those who may have only heard them, must

believe, and so receive, and perhaps act on false impressions, which no

after effort will remove. Now to your next charge, that I treat Ellen as

a reasonable being, and you as a child:--if you have the least

foundation for this supposition, speak it without hesitation--whence has

it arisen?"

For one minute Caroline hesitated, but then resolved she would atone for

her fault at least by a full confession. She told all the wishes, the

hopes Annie's information of Lady Helen's promise had imparted, and the

pain it was to feel that her mother thought her such a child as not to

speak to her on the subject.

"And if you did think so, Caroline, why did you not from the first

moment that Annie told you of it, come to me, and tell me how very much

you wished it? I could not, indeed, have granted your wishes, but your

confidence would have been met with such indulgence as would at least

have saved you some degree of pain. Believing, as I did, and as Lady

Helen assured me I might with safety, that you knew nothing about

it--would you have thought it kind or judicious in me, had I said, 'Lady

Helen has persuaded me to take you to her ball, but I have refused her.'

I was silent to spare you pain, as, had you permitted yourself calmly to

think, you would have believed. However, as appearances were, I grant

that I have not treated you, in this instance, with the consideration

that your age might perhaps have demanded; and from Annie not obeying

Lady Helen's desire, that she should not mention the subject to you,

have failed in sparing you the pain of disappointment, as I had hoped.

But another time, instead of brooding over that which seems want of

consideration on my part, come to me at once, and spare yourself and me

the pain you have caused me to-day. I do not think you can accuse me of

ever meeting your confidence with so much harshness as to check such

openness on your part."

Caroline looked hastily up; her mother's tone was almost as fond as

usual, and, unable to restrain the impulse any longer, she started from

her low seat, and kneeling down close by her, clung round her,

passionately exclaiming--

"Mamma! mamma! pray, forgive me; I am so very miserable--I can not bear

myself--I do not know when I shall be happy again; for even if you

forgive me, I know--I know--I never can forgive myself."

"I do not wish you to forgive yourself just yet, my dear child," replied

her mother, not refusing the kiss Caroline's eyes so earnestly besought.

"Your fault has been such an aggravated one, that I fear it must cause

you many days of remorse, the most painful kind of suffering which error

can bring; but do not try to shake it off; I would rather see you endure

it, and not expect happiness for a few days. You know where to seek the

only source which can bring peace and comfort, and you must endeavor by

earnest prayer to strengthen yourself for the conflict you have so often

to encounter. You have a very difficult task, my poor child, that I

know; and, therefore, do I so try to provide you with a guard and help."

"If I could but conquer it at first," answered Caroline, whose violent

excitement had given way to tears of real repentance; "but at first it

seems almost a pleasure to me to be cross to every body, and answer

pettishly, and as if it were pleasanter to encourage disagreeable

thoughts than to read or do any thing that would remove them. And then,

when I would give any thing to escape from them, it seems every body's

fault but my own, and I can not."

"If you accustomed yourself constantly to pray against this great fault,

my dear child, you would find, that its very first approach would so

startle you, that you would use every energy to subdue it. But I fear,

it is only when temper has made you miserable, as it has to-day, that

you are quite aware of its enormity. You do not think the fault great

enough to demand the watchfulness and care without which it never will

be subdued."

"I am afraid I do not indeed, mamma. I know I do not make it a subject

of prayer, as you have so often advised me, except when every thing

looks so black, and I am so miserable; and then, I fear, I ask more to

be happy again, than for forgiveness of my sin, and for grace and

strength to overcome it. I never felt this to be the case so strongly as

to-day, but your coldness seems to have shown me my whole self, and I

never thought I was so wicked, and so I must be miserable."

Mrs. Hamilton involuntarily drew her child more closely to her. The

humility, the bitterness of self-reproach, was so unlike Caroline's

usual haughtiness--so very much deeper than they had ever been before,

that she hoped, in spite of her anxiety, and her voice audibly trembled

as she answered--

"If you really feel this, my Caroline, you will not hesitate to follow

my advice, and really pray and watch against this unhappy temper, even

when every thing is so smooth and happy, that you can not imagine why

you need. Sin always gains ascendency by using pleasure as his covering.

Do not let a single cross word, or momentary unkind thought, pass

unnoticed; never cease in your petition for grace and strength, but do

not be content with only prayer; you must use effort as well, and if

your thoughts will be black, and you feel as if you could not conquer

them by yourself, nor banish them even by your favorite employments,

come to me, confess them without fear or hesitation to me, and let us

try if we can not conquer them together. Will you promise me to try this

plan, Caroline?"

Caroline could not reply, for every kind word her mother spoke, seemed

to heighten self-reproach, and make her still more wretched. Mrs.

Hamilton felt that there was no refusal in her silence, and continued

talking to her in that same gentle strain a little while longer, and

then rose to leave her--but Caroline looked so sorrowful that she

hesitated.

"No, mamma, I do not deserve that you should stay with me, and so

deprive Emmeline and Ellen, and the boys of their favorite hour," she

said, though the tears started again to her eyes, for she felt as if it

would be an indescribable comfort still to be alone with her mother. "I

am too unhappy and too ashamed to join them, if I may remain away?" Mrs.

Hamilton answered in the affirmative. "I have not a thing prepared for

to-morrow, and--and I do not--indeed, I do not mean to give you any more

trouble with my studies. I hate myself for that, too."

"Do not attempt to study to-night, my dear Caroline; get up a little

earlier to-morrow, to be ready for me, if you like; but though it will

be much more painful to you to remain idle the remainder of this evening

than to employ yourself, even with the most disagreeable task, I would

much rather you should do so. Once let temper be quite subdued, and your

heart receive its necessary government, and I have no fear but that you

will very quickly make up for lost time; and even if you did not,

believe me, my dear child, the graces of the mind, precious as in

general they are considered, and as they are, still are to me actually

nothing worth, if unaccompanied by a gentle temper and womanly heart. Do

not shrink from the suffering which it will be to sit alone and think on

all that has passed to-day; but let your remorse be accompanied by a

resolution (which you are quite capable of not only forming, but of

keeping) not to rest till by prayer and effort you have sought God's

blessing on your difficult task, and so feel strengthened for its

fulfillment; and also for persevering in it, for you must not hope to

succeed in subduing yourself all at once. Do this, and I shall be better

pleased than if to-morrow morning you brought me a treble quantity of

mental work."

She embraced and left her--to meditations, from whose bitter, though

salutary pain, Caroline made no attempt to escape; though, had it not

been for her mother's advice, she would gladly have flown to her

studies, and worked with double assiduity, believing that she was, by

doing so, atoning for her fault, instead of merely shrinking from its

remembrance. It was a trial to join her family even for prayers; for she

felt so self-convicted, so humbled, that she fancied every one must

despise her; and when, after the service, Percy approached, and, with

mock sympathy, inquired how her headache was, and if she had recovered

her appetite, and begged her not to be ill at such a critical time, as

he most particularly wished to go to Lady Helen's ball, and he could not

be so cruel, if she were not well, her spirit was so broken that the

large tears rolled down her cheeks, and she turned away without uttering

a single word.

"If you had taken the trouble to look in your sister's face, Percy, you

would not have spoken so unkindly," said Mrs. Hamilton, more hastily

than she was in the habit of interfering; and as Caroline came to her,

she whispered some few fond words, that enabled her to wish her father

good-night and leave the room, without any farther display of emotion.

"Do you wish your sister to dislike you, Percy?" she said gently

detaining him, as he was following Caroline.

"Dislike me, mother? No! how can you think so?"

"Because you act as if you wished it; you never see her uncomfortable,

without trying to make her more so, and is that kind? How can she ever

look up to and love you, while such is the case?"

"I only mean it for fun, mother. It is such glorious enjoyment to me to

torment, when I see people cross and miserable for nothing."

"And in the enjoyment of your fun, my dear boy, you forget other

people's feelings. I must beg you as an especial favor to myself, that

you will do all you can to soothe rather than irritate Caroline, in the

short time that intervenes before you go to London. She will have a hard

struggle with herself, so do not you make her trial more difficult."

"Do you wish it, mother, dear? you know I would refrain from teasing

even for a whole year, if it would please you, and give me the privilege

of a kiss whenever I like," he laughingly answered, looking up in her

face so archly and yet so fondly, that his mother could not help

smiling; promising she would not sentence him to any thing so terrible

as not to tease for a whole year, as she was quite sure he would fall

into his old propensities before a quarter of the time had expired.

CHAPTER XIII.

SUSPICION.--A PARTING, A DOUBLE GRIEF.--INNOCENCE PROVED.--WRONG DONE

AND EVIL CONFIRMED BY DOUBT.

Lady Helen's ball took place; and Caroline had so conquered herself,

that she could listen to Percy's flowing account of its delights with

actual cheerfulness. It was so associated with self-reproach, that she

could scarcely think of it without pain; but she was so convinced of her

folly in permitting such a very little thing so to affect her temper as

to cause all the misery she had endured, that she had resolved to punish

herself, not only by listening to Percy, but by herself inquiring the

details. She was a girl of really a strong mind, and once convinced of

error, once released from the fell dominion of temper, she did not care

what pain she endured, or what difficulty she encountered, so that she

could but convince her mother how truly she regretted, and tried to

atone for past misconduct. It was very easy, as Mrs. Hamilton had told

her, to regain lost time in her studies, but not quite so easy to check

the cross word or unkind thought, and to break from the black cloud that

still at times would envelop her. But she did not give way, constantly

even making opportunities for self-denial, and doing little kindnesses

for Ellen, though she was too truthful to profess an affection which as

yet she could not feel.

Early in the following week Mr. Grahame came over to Oakwood with a

petition. Annie having taken cold at the party, had been obliged to

enact the invalid, much against her inclination, and so entreated her

mother to invite Caroline to spend a few days with her; and to her

astonishment, her cold, harsh father volunteered to go himself for her.

Mr. Hamilton at once acceded; his wife hesitated; but she went at once

to Caroline, who chanced to be reading alone in the school-room, for it

was the time of recreation, and told her. For a moment her countenance

was actually radiant with delight, the next it clouded over.

"You would like it very much, but you are afraid I shall not permit you

to go--is that the meaning of your change of countenance?" asked her

mother, half smiling.

"I am afraid of myself, mamma; for I fear I am always more ill-tempered

and proud after any such pleasure as going to Moorlands would be."

"Would you rather not go, then?"

"I can not say quite that, mamma; I should like it very much, if I could

but be sure of myself afterward."

"Did you ever feel such a doubt of yourself before, Caroline, when going

to stay with Annie?"

"No, mamma; I seem to have thought a great deal more the last few days,

and not to feel half so sure of myself."

"Then I think there is less danger for you, that is, of course, if you

are willing to risk the temptation of Lady Helen's too kind

consideration and lavish praises, which make mine so very tame."

"Oh, mamma, pray do not say so," interrupted Caroline, very eagerly.

"Indeed, I would rather hear you speak and see you smile as you do now,

than listen to all that Lady Helen is so kind as to say. I know I did

like it very much, and that it did sometimes make me fancy when I came

home, that you were almost cold. But, indeed, indeed, I hope I am

learning to know you better."

"I hope so, too, dearest. But Mr. Grahame is waiting for you; and,

by-the-by, begged me to ask you for some lines you promised to copy out

for a print in Lady Helen's album. You may do just as you like about

going, because you are quite old and wise enough to decide for yourself.

Ill-temper always brings such suffering with it, that if pleasure must

recall it, you will be wiser not to go; but if you can resist it--if you

think you can return to your quiet daily routine as forbearing and

gentle and happy as you are now, go, my love, and enjoy yourself as much

as you can."

"I will try and remember all you said about prayer when we think we are

most secure, dear mamma," answered Caroline, in a very earnest and

somewhat lowered voice. "I know, whenever I have been to Moorlands

before, I have felt so elated, so sure I should never be in an

ill-temper, so proud from being made so much of, that I fear I have very

often relaxed even in my daily prayers, and never thought it necessary

to pray against ill-temper. Do you think if I watch myself, and still

pray against it, it will save me from being cross and unkind on my

return?"

"It will undoubtedly help you, my dear child, very considerably, and

render your trial very much easier, but I can not promise you that it

will entirely prevent the _inclination_ to feel pettish and unhappy. I

have no doubt that in time it will prevent even that; but now, you know,

it is very early days, and you have not yet forgotten the bitter pain of

last week; still I think you may venture to go, love, and if I do see

you happy and gentle on your return, it will do much toward convincing

me you are striving in earnest. Make haste and get ready, and do not

forget the poem. I will send over your things. Tell Lady Helen I shall

expect all her family next Monday evening, to join Edward's little

farewell-party, and you can return with them."

With the most delighted alacrity Caroline hastened to get ready, and in

her hurry forgot the poem till she re-entered the school-room, which was

still untenanted.

"What shall I do for some writing-paper?" she thought; "the desks are

all put away, and it will detain me so long to go up again for the

keys, and the volume is too large to carry--oh, I will tear out a blank

page from this book, it will not be very elegant, but I can recopy it at

Moorlands."

And she hastily tore out a page from an exercise-book which lay open on

the table; not perceiving that by doing so, a fellow-leaf, which was

written on, was loosened, and fell to the ground, mingling with some

torn papers which had been put in a heap to be cleared away. She had

just finished it, when Fanny came to tell her Mr. Grahame could not wait

any longer, and asking if all the papers on the ground were to be

removed, Caroline hastily answered in the affirmative, without looking

at them, and the girl bore them off in her apron, the written leaf among

them.

Now it so happened that this written leaf had already occasioned

trouble. Miss Harcourt had been so displeased with Ellen's careless

performance of a French exercise that morning, that she had desired her

to write it again. It was very difficult, and had materially shortened

the time which she had promised to devote to Edward, who was this week

released from his attendance on Mr. Howard, to permit him and Ellen to

be as much together as possible. Hurried by him, she left her book open

on the table to dry, and, finding it closed on her return, put it away,

without looking at it. The following day Miss Harcourt, of course,

requested to see it, and, to Ellen's utter astonishment, her exercise

was not there; only the faulty and blotted theme, with no sign to

explain its disappearance. Now we know Miss Harcourt was rather

prejudiced against Ellen, and, as she had unhappily failed in truth more

than once (perhaps she was not so unjust and harsh as poor Ellen felt

her to be), she refused to believe her assurance that she had written

it. No one had been in the school-room at the time to whom she could

refer: if Ellen had never disobeyed or deceived, of course her word

would be sufficient, as her brother's and cousins' would.

"That you have failed again, both in obedience and truth, Ellen, I can

not for a moment doubt, and it certainly would be my duty to inform your

aunt directly; but as I know it would cause her real suffering to be

compelled to punish you just this last week that Edward will be with us

for some time, I shall say nothing about it to her, nor inflict any

penalty on you to attract her notice, but it is entirely for her sake I

forbear. One so hardened in falsehood as you must be, so soon to forget

her kind indulgence after your fault only a few weeks ago, can deserve

nothing but harshness and contempt. I shall certainly, after this week,

warn her not to trust too implicitly in your artful professions of

repentance."

Poor Ellen felt too bewildered and too miserable even to cry. That she

had written her exercise, she was as positive as that she had been told

to do so; but if she had--what had become of it? Harsh as Miss Harcourt

seemed, appearances were certainly very much against her. She had not a

single proof that she had obeyed, and her word was nothing; even

Emmeline looked at her doubtingly, and as if she could scarcely even

pity her. It was very little comfort to think her aunt was not to be

told. Her own impulse was to go to her, and tell her at once; but how

could she be believed? and Mrs. Hamilton's words--"If I ever discover

another untruth, you will compel me to adopt still severer measures,

pain as it will be to myself," the remembrance of all she had suffered,

the disappointment it would be to her aunt to think all she had said and

read to her were forgotten, when in reality she was constantly thinking

of and trying to act on them, all checked the impulse, and terrified her

into silence.

Miss Harcourt was not an acute physiognomist; she could only read in

Ellen's face hardihood and recklessness. We rather think Mrs. Hamilton

would have read something very different; but she was very much engaged

with Edward, and if she did think Ellen looked much more out of spirits,

she attributed it to natural feeling at the rapid approach of the day of

separation. For her brother's sake, to prove to him she could enter into

his joy, she tried very hard not to evince the least symptom of

depression, and never to cry before him at least; though every night,

that told her another day had gone, and brought before her all sorts of

vague feelings and fancies of dread, she either cried herself to sleep,

or laid awake, still more unhappy. The suspicion attached to her seemed

to double the severity of the trial of parting. Edward was her own;

Edward must love her, with all her faults; but even her aunt, her kind,

dear, good aunt, must cease to have any affection for her, if so

constantly believed guilty of a sin so terrible as falsehood. And she

seemed to love her brother still more than ever, every day that brought

the hour of parting nearer--sometimes as if she _could not_ bear the

pain of not being able to look at his bright face, and listen to his

glad laugh and dear voice for three, perhaps six long years. Her aunt's

gentle kindness seemed to increase her unhappiness, for though she knew

she was innocent, still she felt, if Miss Harcourt had told Mrs.

Hamilton, she could not be so caressed and cared for and she was

receiving that which she was believed to have forfeited. Miss Harcourt's

face certainly seemed to ask her as distinctly as words, how she could

be so artful--so deceitful--as to permit her aunt to take such notice of

her; and so she often shrunk away, when she most longed to sit by and

listen to her.

Edward's spirits never sobered, except now and then, when he thought of

leaving Mrs. Hamilton, to whom he had given the same love he had

lavished on his mother, perhaps to a still greater extent, for reverence

was largely mingled with it. Mr Howard, too, was another whom he grieved

to leave, and Mrs. Hamilton so trusted in these apparently strong

affections and his good disposition, as to feel but little anxiety;

merely sorrow that she was to lose him for a profession of danger. She

did not know, nor did Mr. Howard, nor Edward himself, that he was one

who would be guided more by the influence of those with whom he was

intimately thrown, than by any memory of the absent, or judgment of his

own.

Ellen's manner on Monday evening annoyed and prejudiced Miss Harcourt

still more; Mrs. Greville and Mary, Lady Helen and all her family,

bringing Caroline home with them, Mr. Howard, and some of Edward's

favorite companions, all assembled at Oakwood, and every one was

determined to be gay and cheerful, and Edward's voice was the merriest,

and his laugh the happiest there; and Ellen, though her head ached with

the effort, and the constant struggle of the preceding week, was quite

cheerful too, and talked to Mary Greville, and Lilla and Cecil Grahame,

and even to Mr. Howard, as Miss Harcourt felt she had no right to do;

and as must prove her to be that which she had always fancied her. Mrs.

Hamilton, on the contrary, saw that in the very midst of a laugh, or of

speaking, her niece's eye would rest upon Edward, and the lip quite

quiver, and her smile become for the moment so strained, that she was

satisfied Ellen's cheerfulness proceeded from no want of feeling; she

wondered, indeed, at so much control at such an early age, but she loved

her for it, notwithstanding. Once only Ellen was nearly conquered. Mary

had begged her to sing a little Hindoo air, of which she was

particularly fond, and Edward, hearing the request, said eagerly--

"Do sing it, dear Ellen; I am quite as fond of it as Mary is, for it

seems to make me think of India and poor mamma, and it will be such a

long time before I hear it again."

She had never in her whole life felt so disinclined to sing, so as if it

were quite impossible--as if she must cry if she did; but Edward would

think it so unkind if she refused, for she did not know herself why his

very words should have increased the difficulty, and what reason could

she give him? Mary went and asked Mrs. Hamilton to accompany her; and

Ellen did her very best, but her voice would tremble, and just before

the end of the second verse it failed entirely; but still she was glad

she had tried, for on Mrs. Hamilton saying, very kindly, and in a voice

that only she and Mary could hear, "I was half afraid you would not

succeed to-night, my dear Ellen, but you were quite right to try," Mary

seemed to understand at once why it had been so difficult for her to

oblige her, and to be quite sorry she had pressed it so much, and Edward

had thanked her, and told her he should sing it in idea very often. She

tried to be merry again, but she could not succeed as before, and so she

kept as near her aunt as she could, all the remainder of the evening, as

if she were only safe there.

Edward, too, had a hard battle with himself, as one by one his favorite

companions took leave of him with a hearty shake of the hand, and

eager--but in some, half-choked wishes for his health and prosperity;

and when all had gone, and Mr. Howard, who had remained for prayers,

took him in his arms, and solemnly prayed God to bless him, and save him

from danger and temptation, and permit him to return to his family,

improved in all things that would make him an affectionate guardian to

his orphan sister, and repay all the love and care of his aunt and

uncle, it was a desperate effort that prevented him from sobbing like a

child; but he had his midshipman's uniform on for the first time, and he

was quite resolved he would not disgrace it; therefore he only returned

Mr. Howard's embrace very warmly, and ran out of the room. But when his

aunt went into his room an hour afterward, it appeared as if he had put

off his pride and his uniform together, for, though he was fast asleep,

his pillow was quite wet with tears.

The next morning was a very sad one, though Percy and his father did all

they could to make it cheerful (we ought to have said before that Percy

and Herbert were both going with Mr. Hamilton and Edward). No one liked

the idea of losing Edward for so long a time. He had made himself a

favorite with all, even with every one of the servants, who, when the

carriage was ready at eleven o'clock, thronged into the hall to take a

last look at him. He was so altered, that he had that morning, actually

of his own accord, shaken hands with every one of them who had ever done

any thing for him, especially Ellis and Morris, and Robert, to whom he

had given a very handsome present, and thanked him for all his

attention.

He kept up very manfully till he came to his aunt, whose emotion, as she

held him in a close embrace, was so unusually visible, and for the

moment he seemed so to love her, that the idea of the sea lost half its

delight, and he felt as if he could almost have liked to remain with

her. But Percy's joyous voice--

"Come, Master Edward, I thought you were a sailor, not a school-boy. Off

with you; you will not give me time or room for one kiss from mamma

before we go," roused him, and he tried to laugh in the midst of his

tears, gave Ellen another kiss, and ran into the carriage, where he was

quickly followed by his uncle and cousins, and in a very few minutes

Oakwood, dear, happy Oakwood, as his whole heart felt it at that moment,

was hidden from his sight.

Ellen remained by the window, looking after the carriage, long after it

was impossible to see or hear it, very pale, and her eyes very heavy,

but not in tears; and as her aunt went to her, and put her arm round

her, and began talking to her very cheerfully of all Edward would have

to write to her about, and how soon they might hear from him, and that

Ellen should answer him as often and as fully as she liked, and that she

would not even ask to see her letters to him, or all his to her, as they

might have many little affectionate things to say to each other, that

they might not care about any one else seeing, and she would trust them

both--Ellen seemed as if one pain was soothed, and if indeed she heard

often from him, she might bear his departure. But there was still the

other source of unhappiness, recalled every time she met Miss Harcourt's

cold suspicious look, which had not changed even then. Still she tried

to join her cousins, and get her work, for there were no studies that

morning, and so some little time passed, by Mrs. Hamilton's exertions,

almost cheerfully; but then Ellen left the room to get something she

wanted, and, in seeking her own, passed Edward's room, the door of which

stood half open. She could not resist entering, and every thing spoke of

him so vividly, and yet seemed so to tell her he had gone, really gone,

and she was quite alone, that all the pain came back again worse than

ever, and she laid her head on his pillow, and her long-checked tears

flowed with almost passionate violence.

"My dear Ellen, I have been looking for you every where," said her

aunt's kind voice, full an hour afterward; "Emmeline went into your room

and could not find you, and I could not imagine what had become of you.

It was not wise of you to come here just this morning, love. You have

been so brave, so unselfish all this week, that I must not let you give

way now. Try and think only that Edward will be happier as a sailor than

he would be remaining with you; and though I know you must miss him

very, very painfully, you will be able to bear it better. Poor Alice

Seaton, of whom you have heard me speak, has no such comfort; her