Delaware; or, The Ruined Family. Vol. 1James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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Delaware; or, The Ruined Family. Vol. 1
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Fiction
If people would but remark, they would find that they have
presentiments of little events a thousand times more often than they
have presentiments of great ones; and the feeling of the gallant
Nelson was not more strong, that the sun of Trafalgar was the last
that was destined to shine upon his glory, than was at that moment the
conviction of the young traveller that those rolling wheels were about
to bring him a companion for the stage-coach. Nor, let me tell you,
gentle reader, is it a matter of small importance who is to be brought
in such close contact with one for the next ten hours. What is life
but a chain of those brief portions of eternity which man calls hours,
so inseparably linked together that the first and the last, and every
link throughout the series, have a mutual dependence and connexion
with each other! Oh, let no one despise an hour! It is fully enough to
change dynasties and overthrow empires--to make or mar a fortune--to
win high renown or stain a noble name--to end our being or to fix our
destiny here and hereafter, in time and through eternity. So awful a
thing is one hour--ay, one moment of active being!
The companion of the three hundred and sixty-fifth part of one out of
seventy years, is a person to whom we may well attach some importance;
and the young traveller looked with no small eagerness to see who was
about to fill that station in relation to himself. The first thing
that his eyes fell upon, as he turned round, was a dark brown
cabriolet, whirled along with the speed of lightning by a tall bay
horse, full of blood and action, and covered with harness, which,
though somewhat elaborate and evidently costly, was guarded by
scrupulous good taste from being gaudy. Behind the vehicle appeared a
smart active boy in groom's apparel, but with no distinctive livery to
designate him as the tiger of Colonel this, or the Earl of that,
though a cockade in his hat told that his master pretended to either
military or naval rank. Where the young traveller stood, the
appearance of the driver was not to be discerned; but, from the style
of the whole turn-out, he began to doubt that his anticipations in
regard to their approaching companionship were fallacious, when,
dashing up to the pavement, the horse was suddenly drawn up, the groom
sprang to the head, and the person within at length made his
appearance.
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