There was some question as to who should attend the funeral. Henrietta
shuddered and trembled all over as if it were a cruelty to mention it
before her; but Frederick was very desirous that she should be there,
partly from a sort of feeling that she would represent himself, and
partly from a strong conviction that it would be good for her. She was
willing to do anything or everything for him, to make up for her day’s
neglect: and she consented, though with many tears, and was glad that at
least Fred seemed satisfied, and her uncle looked pleased with her.
Aunt Geoffrey undertook to stay with Fred, and Henrietta, who clung much
to Beatrice, felt relieved by the thought of her support in such an hour
of trial. She remembered the day when, with a kind of agreeable emotion,
she had figured to herself her father’s funeral, little thinking of the
reality that so soon awaited her, so much worse, as she thought,
than what any of them could even then have felt; and it seemed to her
perfectly impossible that she should ever have power to go through with
it.
In was much, however, that she should have agreed to what in the
prospect gave her so much pain; and perhaps, for that very reason,
she found the reality less overwhelming than she had dreaded. Seeing
nothing, observing nothing, hardly conscious of anything, she walked
along, wrapped in one absorbing sense of wretchedness; and the first
words that “broke the stillness of that hour,” healing as they were,
seemed but to add certainty to that one thought that “she was gone.” But
while the Psalms and the Lessons were read, the first heavy oppression
of grief seemed in some degree to grow lighter. She could listen, and
the words reached her mind; a degree of thankfulness arose to Him Who
had wiped away the tears from her mother’s eyes, and by Whom the sting
of death had been taken away. Yes; she had waited in faith, in patience,
in meek submission, until now her long widowhood was over; and what
better for her could those who most loved her desire, than that she
should safely sleep in the chancel of the Church of her childhood, close
to him whom she had so loved and so mourned, until the time when both
should once more awaken,--the corruptible should put on incorruption,
the mortal should put on immortality, and death be swallowed up in
victory.
Something of this was what Henrietta began to feel; and though the tears
flowed fast, they were not the bitter drops of personal sorrow. She was
enabled to bear, without the agony she had expected, the standing round
the grave in the chancel; nor did her heart swell rebelliously against
the expression that it was “in great mercy that the soul of this our
dear sister” was taken, even though she shrank and shivered at the sound
of the earth cast in, which would seem to close up from her for ever
the most loved and loving creature that she would ever know. No, not for
ever,--might she too but keep her part in Him Who is the Resurrection
and the Life--might she be found acceptable in His sight, and receive
the blessing to be pronounced to all that love and fear Him.
It was over: they all stood round for a few minutes. At last Mr.
Langford moved; Henrietta was also obliged to turn away, but before
doing so, she raised her eyes to her father’s name, to take leave of him
as it were, as she always did before going out of Church. She met her
Uncle Geoffrey’s eye as she did so, and took his arm; and as soon as
she was out of the church, she said almost in a whisper, “Uncle, I don’t
wish for him now.”
He pressed her arm, and looked most kindly at her, but he did not speak,
for he could hardly command his voice; and he saw, too, that she might
safely be trusted to the influences of that only true consolation which
was coming upon her.
They came home--to the home that looked as if it would fain be once more
cheerful, with the front window blinds drawn up again, and the solemn
stillness no longer observed. Henrietta hastened up to her own room,
for she could not bear to show herself to her brother in her long crape
veil. She threw her bonnet off, knelt down for a few minutes, but rose
on hearing the approach of Beatrice, who still shared the same room.
Beatrice came in, and looked at her for a few moments, as if doubtful
how to address her; but at last she put her hand on her shoulder, and
looking earnestly in her face, repeated--
“Then cheerily to your work again, With hearts new braced and set, To
run untir’d love’s blessed race, As meet for those who, face to face,
Over the grave their Lord have met.”
“Yes, Queenie,” said Henrietta, giving a long sigh, “it is a very
different world to me now; but I do mean to try. And first, dear Bee,
you must let me thank you for having been very kind to me this long time
past, though I am afraid I showed little thankfulness.” She kissed her
affectionately, and the tears almost choked Beatrice.
“Me! me, of all people,” she said. “O, Henrietta!”
“We must talk of it all another time,” said Henrietta, “but now it will
not do to stay away from Fred any longer. Don’t think this like the days
when I used to run away from you in the winter, Bee--that time when I
would not stop and talk about the verses on the holly.”
While she spoke, there was something of the “new bracing” visible in
every movement, as she set her dress to rights, and arranged her curls,
which of late she had been used to allow to hang in a deplorable way,
that showed how little vigour or inclination to bear up there was about
her whole frame.
“O no, do not stay with me,” said Queen Bee, “I am going”--to mamma, she
would have said, but she hardly knew how to use the word when speaking
to Henrietta.
“Yes,” said Henrietta, understanding her. “And tell her, Bee--for I am
sure I shall never be able to say it to her,--all about our thanks, and
how sorry I am that I cared so little about her or her comfort.” “If I
had only believed, instead of blinding myself so wilfully!” she almost
whispered to herself with a deep sigh; but being now ready, she ran
downstairs and entered her brother’s room. His countenance bore
traces of weeping, but he was still calm; and as she came in he looked
anxiously at her. She spoke quietly as she sat down by him, put her hand
into his, and said, “Thank you, dear Fred, for making me go.”
“I was quite sure you would be glad when it was over,” said Fred. “I
have been reading the service with Aunt Geoffrey, but that is a very
different thing.”
“It will all come to you when you go to Church again,” said Henrietta.
“How little I thought that New Year’s Day--!” said Fred.
“Ah! and how little we either of us thought last summer’s holidays!”
said Henrietta. “If it was not for that, I could bear it all better;
but it was my determination to come here that seems to have caused
everything, and that is the thought I cannot bear.”
“I was talking all that over with Uncle Geoffrey last night,” said
Fred, “and he especially warned us against reproaching ourselves with
consequences. He said it was he who had helped my father to choose the
horse that caused his death, and asked me if I thought he ought to blame
himself for that. I said no; and he went on to tell me that he did not
think we ought to take unhappiness to ourselves for what has happened
now; that we ought to think of the actions themselves, instead of the
results. Now my skating that day was just as bad as my driving, except,
to be sure, that I put nobody in danger but myself; it was just as much
disobedience, and I ought to be just as sorry for it, though nothing
came of it, except that I grew more wilful.”
“Yes,” said Henrietta, “but I shall always feel as if everything had
been caused by me. I am sure I shall never dare wish anything again.”
“It was just as much my wish as yours,” said Fred.
“Ah! but you did not go on always trying to make her do what you
pleased, and keeping her to it, and almost thinking it a thing of
course, to make her give up her wishes to yours. That was what I was
always doing, and now I can never make up for it!”
“O yes,” said Fred, “we can never feel otherwise than that. To know how
she forgave us both, and how her wishes always turned to be the same
as ours, if ours were not actually wrong; that is little comfort to
remember, now, but perhaps it will be in time. But don’t you see,
Henrietta, my dear, what Uncle Geoffrey means?--that if you did domineer
over her, it was very wrong, and you may be sorry for that; but that you
must not accuse yourself of doing all the mischief by bringing her here.
He says he does not know whether it was not, after all, what was most
for her comfort, if--”
“O, Freddy, to have you almost killed!”
“If the thoughts I have had lately will but stay with me when I am well
again, I do not think my accident will be a matter of regret, Henrietta.
Just consider, when I was so disobedient in these little things, and
attending so little to her or to Uncle Geoffrey, how likely it was that
I might have gone on to much worse at school and college.”
“Never, never!” said Henrietta.
“Not now, I hope,” said Fred; “but that was not what I meant to say. No
one could say, Uncle Geoffrey told me, that the illness was brought on
either by anxiety or over-exertion. The complaint was of long standing,
and must have made progress some time or other; and he said that he was
convinced that, as she said to Aunt Geoffrey, she had rather have been
here than anywhere else. She said she could only be sorry for grandpapa
and grandmamma’s sake, but that for herself it was great happiness to
have been to Knight Sutton Church once more; and she was most thankful
that she had come to die in my father’s home, after seeing us well
settled here, instead of leaving us to come to it as a strange place.”
“How little we guessed it was for that,” said Henrietta. “O what were we
doing? But if it made her happy--”
“Just imagine what to-day would have been if we were at Rocksand,” said
Fred. “I, obliged to go back to school directly, and you, taking leave
of everything there which would seem to you so full of her; and Uncle
Geoffrey, just bringing you here without any time to stay with you, and
the place and people all strange. I am sure that she who thought so much
for you, must have rejoiced that you are at home here already.”
“Home!” said Henrietta, “how determinedly we used to call it so! But O,
that my wish should have turned out in such a manner! If it has been all
overruled so as to be happiness to her, as I am sure it has, I cannot
complain; but I think I shall never wish again, or care for my own way.”
“The devices and desires of our own hearts!” said Fred.
“I don’t think I shall ever have spirit enough to be wilful for my own
sake,” proceeded Henrietta. “Nothing will ever be the same pleasure to
me, as when she used to be my other self, and enjoy it all over again
for me; so that it was all twofold!” Here she hid her face, and her
tears streamed fast, but they were soft and calm; and when she saw that
Fred also was much overcome, she recalled her energies in a minute.
“But, Fred, I may well be thankful that I have you, which is far more
than I deserve; and as long as we do what she wished, we are still
obeying her. I think at last I may get something of the right sort of
feeling; for I am sure I see much better now what she and grandpapa used
to mean when they talked about dear papa. And now do you like for me to
read to you?”
Few words more require to be said of Frederick and Henrietta Langford.
Knight Sutton Hall was according to their mother’s wish, their home;
and there Henrietta had the consolation, during the advancing spring and
summer, of watching her brother’s recovery, which was very slow, but at
the same time steady. Mrs. Geoffrey Langford stayed with her as long as
he required much nursing; and Henrietta learnt to look upon her, not as
quite a mother, but at any rate as more than an aunt, far more than
she had ever been to her before; and when at length she was obliged to
return to Westminster, it was a great satisfaction to think how soon the
vacation would bring them all back to Knight Sutton.
The holidays arrived, and with them Alexander, who, to his great
disappointment, was obliged to give up all his generous hopes that Fred
would be one of his competitors for the prize, when he found him able
indeed to be with the family, to walk short distances, and to resume
many of his former habits; but still very easily tired, and his head in
a condition to suffer severely from noise, excitement, or application.
Perhaps this was no bad thing for their newly formed alliance, as
Alex had numberless opportunities of developing his consideration and
kindness, by silencing his brothers, assisting his cousin when tired,
and again and again silently giving up some favourite scheme of
amusement when Fred proved to be unequal to it. Even Henrietta herself
almost learned to trust Fred to Alex’s care, which was so much less
irritating than her own; and how greatly the Queen Bee was improved is
best shown, when it is related, that neither by word nor look did
she once interrupt the harmony between them, or attempt to obtain the
attention, of which, in fact, she always had as large a share as any
reasonable person could desire.
How fond Fred learnt to be of Alex will be easily understood, and the
best requital of his kindness that he could devise was an offer--a very
adventurous one, as was thought by all who heard of it--to undertake
little Willy’s Latin, which being now far beyond Aunt Roger’s knowledge,
had been under Alex’s care for the holidays. Willy was a very good
pupil on the whole--better, it was said by most, than Alex himself had
been--and very fond of Fred; but Latin grammar and Caesar formed such
a test as perhaps their alliance would scarcely have endured, if in an
insensible manner Willy and his books had not gradually been made over
to Henrietta, whose great usefulness and good nature in this respect
quite made up, in grandmamma’s eyes, for her very tolerable amount of
acquirements in Latin and Greek.
By the time care for her brother’s health had ceased to be Henrietta’s
grand object, and she was obliged once more to see him depart to pursue
his education, a whole circle of pursuits and occupations had sprung up
around her, and given her the happiness of feeling herself both useful
and valued. Old Mr. Langford saw in her almost the Mary he had parted
with when resumed in early girlhood by Mrs. Vivian; Mrs. Langford had a
granddaughter who would either be petted, sent on messages, or be civil
to the Careys, as occasion served; Aunt Roger was really grateful
to her, as well for the Latin and Greek she bestowed upon Willy and
Charlie, as for the braided merino frocks or coats on which Bennet used
to exercise her taste when Henrietta’s wardrobe failed to afford her
sufficient occupation. The boys all liked her, made a friend of her,
and demonstrated it in various ways more or less uncouth: her manners
gradually acquired the influence over them which Queen Bee had only
exerted over Alex and Willy, and when, saving Carey and Dick, they grew
less awkward and bearish, without losing their honest downright
good humour and good nature, Uncle Geoffrey only did her justice in
attributing the change to her unconscious power. Miss Henrietta was
also the friend of the poor women, the teacher and guide of the school
children, and in their eyes and imagination second to no one but Mr.
Franklin. And withal she did not cease to be all that she had ever been
to her brother, if not still more. His heart and soul were for her, and
scarce a joy and sorrow but was shared between them. She was his home,
his everything, and she well fulfilled her mother’s parting trust of
being his truest friend and best-loved counsellor.
Would that her own want of submission and resignation had not prevented
her from hearing the dear accents in which that charge was conveyed!
This was, perhaps, the most deeply felt sorrow that followed her through
life; and even with the fair peaceful image of her beloved mother,
there was linked a painful memory of a long course of wilfulness and
domineering on her own part. But there was much to be dwelt on that
spoke only of blessedness and love, and each day brought her nearer to
her whom she had lost, so long as she was humbly striving to walk in the
steps of Him Who “came not to do His own will, but the will of Him that
sent Him.”
THE END