Flora Lyndsay; or, Passages in an Eventful Life, Vol. II.Moodie, Susanna
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Flora Lyndsay; or, Passages in an Eventful Life, Vol. II.
Moodie, Susanna
Fiction
A few words more, and my tale is ended.
The death of Noah Cotton, fraught as it was with agony to his wife, was
the means of rescuing the child of his first love, Ella Carlos, from
ruin--the little girl, whose striking likeness to her mother had made
such an impression on the mind of her unfortunate and guilty lover.
After the death of Sir Walter Carlos, who was the last of his name, and,
saving the young Ella Manners, his sister's orphan child, the last of
his race, the estate at F---- was sold to pay his debts, and the noble
property, that had been for several ages in the family, passed into the
hands of strangers. The young Ella, left dependent upon the charity of
an aunt of her fathers, married the curate of a small parish not many
miles from H----, in the county of S----. The match was one of pure
affection; the beautiful young girl brought no fortune to her husband.
Mr. Grant's income was less than 150_l._ per annum; but in the eyes of
love, it seemed sufficient for all their wants. Several years passed
away, and the young couple, though obliged to dispense with most of the
luxuries of life, did not repent the imprudent step they had taken.
Ella was the happy mother of three fine children, and she nearly doubled
her husband's slender income by teaching a small but select school. At
length the day of trial came. Mr. Grant was taken ill, and was obliged
to relinquish his parochial duties. Ella's time was devoted entirely to
her sick husband. The school was broken up, and after a long and severe
affliction, which consumed all their little savings, the curate died
deeply regretted by his flock, by whom he was justly beloved; and such
was the poverty of his circumstances, that his funeral, and decent
mourning for his wife and children, were furnished by subscription.
After the melancholy rite was over, the widow found herself and her
young children utterly destitute.
"I have hands to work--I must not despair," said she, as she divided the
last morsel of bread she had among the children, reserving none for
herself; "I have trusted in God all my life, and though it has come to
this, I will trust in His mercy yet."
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