Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
Through the open window I saw the four stars which make the
constellation they call the 'Crucero,' being like a cross fixed in
the heavens. The night was still, and there was no sound save the
shrill noise of the cigala, which is here as shrill as in Padua.
Slave and master, bondman and free, were all asleep save in this
house, where Robin rolled his heavy head, and murmured without
ceasing, and Alice communed with her God. Surely, surely, I thought,
here was no room for doubt! This my mistress had been brought here
by the hand of God Himself, to be as an angel or messenger of His
own, for our help and succour--haply for our spiritual help alone,
seeing that no longer was there any help from man.
CHAPTER XLIII.
BARNABY HEARS THE NEWS.
The master, my patient, got up from his bed in a few days, somewhat
pale and weak after his copious blood-letting and the drastic
medicines with which I purged the grossness of his habit and
expelled the noxious humours caused by his many intemperances. These
had greatly injured what we call--because we know not what nor what
else to call it--the pure volatile spirit, and, so to speak, turned
sour the _humor radicalis_--the sweet oil and balsamical virtues
of the body. I gave him such counsel as was fitting for his case,
admonishing him urgently to abstain from strong liquors, except
in their moderate use; to drink only after his meals; to keep his
head cool and sober, and above all things to repress and govern his
raging temper, which would otherwise most certainly catch him by
the throat like some fierce and invisible devil and throw him into
a fit, and so kill him. I told him also what might be meant by the
Wise Man (who certainly thought of all the bearings which his words
could have) when he said that one who is slow to wrath is of great
understanding--namely, that many men do throw away their lives by
falling into excessive fits of rage. But I found that the words of
Holy Scripture had little authority over him, for he lived without
prayer or praise, trampled on the laws of God, and gave no heed at
all to the flight of time and the coming of the next world.
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