Confession; Or, The Blind Heart. A Domestic StorySimms, William Gilmore
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Confession; Or, The Blind Heart. A Domestic Story
Simms, William Gilmore
Domestic fiction
With an earnest, sanguine temperament, such as mine, there is little
danger of such apathy, The danger is not from lethargy but madness. I
had escaped this danger. It was surprising, even to myself, how suddenly
my spirits had arisen from the pressure that had kept them down. In
a moment, as it were, that mocking troop of fears and sorrows which
environed me, took their departure. It seemed that it was only necessary
for me to know that I was about to lose the presence of William Edgerton
to find this relief.
And yet, how idle! With an intense egoisme, such as mine, I should
conjure up an Edgerton in the deepest valleys of our country. We have
our gods and devils in our own hearts. The nature of the deities we
worship depends upon our own. In a savage state, the Deity is savage,
and expects bloody sacrifices; with the progress of civilization his
attributes incline to mercy. The advent of Jesus Christ indicated the
advance of the Hebrews to a higher sense of the human nature. It was the
advent of the popular principle, which has been advancing steadily ever
since and keeping due pace with the progress of Christian education. The
people were rising at the expense of the despotism which had kept them
down. It does not affect the truth of this to show that the polish of
the Jewish nation was lessened at this period. Nay, rather proves
it, since the diffusion of a truth or a power must always lessen its
intensity In teaching, for the first time, the doctrine of the soul's
immortality, the Savior laid the foundation of popular rights, in
the elevation of the common humanity--since he thus showed the equal
importance, in the sight of God, of every soul that had ever taken shape
beneath his hands.
The demon which had vexed and tortured me was a demon of my own
soliciting--of my own creation. But, I knew not this. I congratulated
myself on escaping from him. Blind fancy!--I little knew the insidious
pertinacity of this demon--this demon of the blind heart. I little knew
the nature of his existence, and how much he drew his nutriment from the
recesses of my own nature. He could spare, or seem to spare, the
victim of whom he was so sure; and by a sort of levity, in no ways
unaccountable, since we see it in the play of cat with mouse, could
indulge with temporary liberty, the poor captive of whom he was at any
moment certain. I congratulated myself on my escape; but I was not so
well pleased with the congratulations of others. I was doomed to endure
those of my exemplary mother-in-law, Mrs. Delaney. That woman had her
devil--a worse devil, though not more troublesome, I think, than mine.
She said to me, when she heard of my purpose of removal: “You are right
to remove. It is only prudent. Pity you had not gone some months ago.”
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