Adoptees -- Fiction; Fathers and daughters -- Fiction
As much happiness as any one can enjoy, whose inner mind bears the
unhealing wound of a culpable act, fell to the portion of Falkner. He
had repented; and was forgiven, we may believe, in heaven, as well as on
earth. He could not forgive himself--and this one shadow remained upon
his lot--it could not be got rid of; yet perhaps in the gratitude he
felt to those about him, in the softened tenderness inspired by the
sense that he was dealt with more leniently than he believed that he
deserved, he found full compensation for the memories that made him feel
himself a perpetual mourner beside Alithea's grave.
Neville and Elizabeth had no drawback to their felicity. They cared not
for the world, and when they did enter it, the merits of both commanded
respect and liking; they were happy in each other, happy in a growing
family, happy in Falkner; whom, as Neville had said, it was impossible
to regard with lukewarm sentiments; and they derived a large store of
happiness from his enlightened mind, from the elevated tone of moral
feeling, which was the result of his sufferings, and from the deep
affection with which he regarded them both. They were happy also in the
wealth which gave scope to the benevolence of their dispositions, and in
the talents that guided them rightly through the devious maze of life.
They often visited Dromore, but their chief time was spent at their seat
in Bucks, near which Falkner had purchased a villa. He lived in
retirement: he grew a sage amid his books and his own reflections. But
his heart was true to itself to the end, and his pleasures were derived
from the society of his beloved Elizabeth, of Neville, who was scarcely
less dear, and their beautiful children. Surrounded by these, he felt no
want of the nearest ties; they were to him as his own. Time passed
lightly on, bringing no apparent change; thus they still live--and
Neville has never for a moment repented the irresistible impulse that
led him to become the friend of him whose act had rendered his childhood
miserable, but who completed the happiness of his maturer years.
THE END
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