Ernest Linwood; or, The Inner Life of the AuthorHentz, Caroline Lee
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Ernest Linwood; or, The Inner Life of the Author
Hentz, Caroline Lee
Fiction
"I shall not see you again, Gabriella," said he, as he wrung my hand in
parting. "I shall not see you again before my departure,--I would not
for worlds renew the anguish of this moment. I do not reproach you,--you
have never deceived me. My own hopes have been building a bridge of
flowers over a dark abyss. But, by the Heaven that hears me, Gabriella,
the keenest pang I now experience is not for my own loss, it is the
dread I feel for you."
"Not one word more, Richard, if you love me. I have been tender of your
feelings,--respect mine. There is but one thing on earth I prize more
than your friendship. Let me cherish that for the sacred memory of _auld
lang syne_."
"Farewell, then, Gabriella, best and only beloved! May the hand wither
that ever falls too heavily on that trusting heart, should we never meet
again!"
He drew me suddenly closely to him, kissed me passionately, and was
gone.
"Had you confided in me fully," said Mrs. Linwood, in speaking to me
afterwards of Richard, "I should never have advised a correspondence
which must have strengthened his attachment. Having the highest opinion
of his principles and disposition, and believing you regarded him with
modest affection, I urged this intercourse as a binding link between
you. You must have perceived my wishes on this subject."
"If I have erred, it was from mistaken delicacy. I thought I had no
right to betray an unreturned affection. It was not from a want of
confidence in you."
"If you could have loved Richard, it would have been well for you, my
dear Gabriella; but I know the heart admits of no coercion, and least of
all a heart like yours. I no longer warn, for it is in vain; but I would
counsel and instruct. If you _do_ become the wife of my son, you will
assume a responsibility as sacred as it is deep. Not alone for your
happiness do I tremble, O Gabriella,--I fear,--I dread, for him."
"Oh! Mrs. Linwood, when I love him so exclusively, so devotedly; when I
feel that I must love him forever--"
"It is the very exclusiveness and strength of your devotion that I fear.
You will love him too well for your _own_ peace,--too well for _his_
good. Far better is a rational, steadfast attachment, that neither rises
above the worth of the object, nor sinks below it, than the two great
extremes, idolatry and indifference. The first is a violation of the
commands of God,--the last, of the rights of man. Remember, my child,
that it is not by the exhibition of idolatrous affection, that a wife
secures a husband's happiness. It is by patient _continuance_ in
well-doing, that she works out the salvation of her wedded peace. Sit
down by me, Gabriella; draw up your work-table; for one can listen best
when their hands are busy. I have a great deal that I wish to say, and I
cannot talk as well with your eyes bent so earnestly on me."
I obeyed her without trepidation. I felt the need of her guiding
counsels, and resolved to lay them up in my heart, and make them the
rule and guide of my life.
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