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 these revived suspicions, half stifled, but still struggling in
my bosom, did I commence my journey for the West. My arrangements were
comprehensive, but simple. I had procured a second-hand travelling
carriage and fine pair of horses from an acquaintance, at a very
moderate price--a price which, I well knew, I should easily get for them
again on reaching my place of destination. I was my own driver. I had
no money to spare in purchasing what might be dispensed with. A single
trunk contained all the necessary luggage of my wife and self. What was
not absolutely needed by the wayside was sent on by water. This included
my books, desks, Julia's painting materials, and such other articles
of the household, as were of cost and not bulky. I had previously
written--as I may have stated already--to my friend Kingsley. He was to
procure me temporary lodgings in the town of M---. I left much to his
judgment and experience. He had once before been in Alabama and having
interests there, had made himself familiar with everything in that
region, necessary to be known. I put myself very much in his hands.
I was too anxious to get away to urge any difficulties or make any
troublesome requisitions. He was simply to procure me an abiding-place
in some private family--if possible in the suburbs--until I should be
able to look about me. Economy was insisted upon. I had precious little
money to spare, and even the spoils of my one night's visit to the
gaming-house, were of no small help in sustaining me in my determination
to remove. I had not applied them previously. I confess to a feeling of
shame when I was compelled by necessity at last to use them. I had saved
something already from my professional income, and I procured an advance
on my furniture which was left for sale. I had calculated my expenses in
removing and for one year's residence in M--, and was prepared, so far
as poor human foresight may prepare itself, to keep want from our doors
at least for that period. I trusted to good fortune, my own resources,
and the notorious fact that, at that day, there were few able lawyers
in M--, to secure me an early and valuable practice. I carried with me
letters from the best men in the community I had left. But I carried
with me what was of more value than any letters, even though they be
written in gold. I carried with me methodical habits and an energy of
character which would maintain my resolution, and bear me through, to
a safe conclusion, in any plan which I should contemplate. Industry and
perseverance are the giants that cast down forests, drain swamps, level
mountains, and create empires. I flattered myself that with these I had
other and crowning qualities of intellect and culture. Perhaps it may
be admitted that I had. But of what avail were all when coupled with the
blind heart? Enough--I must not anticipate.
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