Adoptees -- Fiction; Fathers and daughters -- Fiction
These had been hours of sunshine for the prisoner and his child, such as
seldom visit the precincts of a jail; and soon, too soon, they changed,
and the usual gloom returned to the abode of suffering. In misfortune
various moods assail us. At first we are struck, stunned, and
overwhelmed; then the elastic spirit rises; it tries to shape misery in
its own way; it adapts itself to it; it finds unknown consolations arise
out of circumstances which, in moments of prosperity, were unregarded.
But this temper of mind is not formed for endurance. As a sick person
finds comfort in a new posture at first, but after a time the posture
becomes restrained and wearisome; thus, after mustering fortitude,
patience, the calm spirit of philosophy, and the tender one of piety,
and finding relief, suddenly the heart rebels, its old desires and old
habits recur, and we are the more dissatisfied from being disappointed
in those modes of support in which we trusted.
There was a perpetual struggle in Falkner's heart. Hatred of life,
pride, a yearning for liberty, and a sore, quick spirit of impatience
for all the bars and forms that stood between him and it, swelled like a
tide in his soul. He hated himself for having brought himself thus low;
he was angry that he had exposed Elizabeth to such a scene; he reviled
his enemies in his heart; he accused destiny. Then, again, if he but
shut his eyes--the stormy river, the desolate sands, and the one fair
being dead at his feet, presented themselves, and remorse, like a wind,
drove back the flood. He felt that he had deserved it all, that he had
himself woven the chain of circumstances which he called his fate, while
his innocence of the crime brought against him imparted a lofty spirit
of fortitude, and even of repose.
Elizabeth, with an angel's love, watched the changes of his temper. Her
sensibility was often wounded by his sufferings; but her benign
disposition was so fertile of compassion and forbearance, that her own
mood was never irritated by finding her attempts to console fruitless.
She listened meekly when his overladen heart spent itself in invectives
against the whole system of life; or, catching a favourable moment, she
strove to raise his mind to nobler and purer thoughts--unobtrusive, but
never weary--eagerly gathering all good tidings, banishing the ill; her
smiles, her tears, her cheerfulness, or calm sadness, by turns relieved
and comforted him.
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