Adoptees -- Fiction; Fathers and daughters -- Fiction
It was one of those days which do sometimes occur in March--warm and
balmy, and enlivening as spring always is. The birds were busy among the
leafless boughs; and if the carriage stopped for a moment, the gushing
song of the skylark attracted the eye to his blue ethereal bower; a
joyous welcome was breathed by nature to every heart, and none answered
it so fervently as Falkner. Sentiments of pleasure possessed all three
travellers. Mrs. Raby experienced that exultation natural to all human
beings when performing a generous action. Elizabeth felt that in going
to Belleforest she drew nearer Neville--for there was no reason why he
should not enter her grandfather's doors; but Falkner was happier than
either. It was not the vulgar joy of having escaped danger; partly it
was gladness to see Elizabeth restored to her family, where only, as
things were, she could find happiness, and yet not divided from him.
Partly it arose from the relief he felt, as the burden of heavy,
long-endured care was lifted from his soul. But there was something
more, which was incomprehensible even to himself. "His bosom's lord sat
lightly on its throne"--he no longer turned a saddened, reproachful eye
on nature, nor any more banished soft emotions, nourishing remorse as a
duty. He was reconciled to himself and the world; the very circumstances
of his prison and his trial being over, took with them the more galling
portion of his retrospections--health again filled his veins. At the
moment when he had first accused himself, Neville saw in him a man about
to die. It was evident now that the seeds of disease were destroyed--his
person grew erect--his eye clear and animated. Elizabeth had never,
since they left Greece, seen him so free from suffering; during all her
intercourse with him, she never remembered him so bland and cheerful in
his mood. It was the reward of much suffering--the gift of Heaven to one
who had endured patiently--opening his heart to the affections instead
of cherishing pride and despair. It was the natural result of a noble
disposition, which could raise itself above even its own
errors--throwing off former evil as alien to its nature--embracing good
as its indefeasible right.
They entered the majestic avenues and imbowered glades of
Belleforest--where cedar, larch, and pine diversified the bare woods
with a show of foliage--the turf was covered with early flowers--the
buds were green and bursting on the boughs. Falkner remembered his visit
the preceding summer. How little had he then foreseen impending events;
and how far from his heart had then been the peace that at present so
unaccountably possessed it. Then the wide demesne and stately mansion
had appeared the abode of gloom and bigotry; now it was changed to a
happy valley, where love and cheerfulness reigned.
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