Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 6, December 1852Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 6, December 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Maria, for a few moments, did not attempt to assuage or interrupt him.
She knew that nature was thus affording a relief to his pent-up and
restrained feelings, but as soon as the paroxysm began to subside again
she leaned over him, and said softly to him--
“Cheer up, dearest Henry. Be not so cast down, love. The worst cannot be
so bad as your imagination paints; or let the worst be as bad as may be,
it is light to me compared with your distress. Cheer up then,
dearest--remember we have others beside ourselves to care for, and if
you allow yourself to be so overcome you will be unable to do aught for
them.”
He raised an arm, passed it round her waist, and drawing her toward him
pressed her to his heart.
“Perhaps, Maria, I should rejoice in my calamities, as it has served to
show me what an angel I posses in you.”
“Oh no,” she replied, anxious to divert his thoughts; “not an angel,
only a loving, trusting wife. Remember, dearest, I took you for worse as
well as better, for poorer as well as richer, and would you have me
break my promise? Fie on you, Henry, I thought you had more confidence
in my veracity.”
“Nay, Maria, speak not thus to me; treat me not thus. Had you met my
avowal with a cold look, or with words of worldly wisdom have arraigned
me for my conduct, I could have borne all like a man; but
now--thus--such conduct has unmanned me--and our children, too, dearest!
When I think of them and of you--and of what my madness--my folly has
deprived them and you--it almost distracts me.”
“But, my dear husband, you still can give to your children the bright
legacy of an untarnished name, and your wife will bear it more proudly
for your sake, than in the days of your greatest prosperity.”
“Yes, Maria, I have, thank Heaven, that consolation. Poor though we are,
our name is untarnished by any act of mine. Madman, fool, I may have
been, but not a knave.”
“Unburthen yourself to me, Henry, and tell me all, I am a child in
matters of business, I know. Your kindness has never let me suspect that
any thing was wrong, or that you were at all embarrassed for money,
since I have been your wife. Nay, I did not even know that you were
engaged in business at all, but thought the income from your property
supported us.”
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