Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXV, No. 5, November 1849Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXV, No. 5, November 1849
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
She clung to his arm, not timidly, although it was evident that she felt
the need of his protection, and, although there was an air of
bashfulness and a slight tremor visible in her bearing, they were mixed
with a sort of gentle pride, the pride of conscious rectitude and
purity, and she did not cast down her beautiful blue eyes, nor avoid the
glances which were cast on her from all sides, by some desiring to read
her secret, by some wishing to prejudge her character, but looked around
her tranquilly with a sweet lady-like self-possession, that won many
hearts to her cause, which, before her coming, had been prepared to
think of her unkindly.
Finding no eye in the circle that met his own with an inquisitive, much
less an insolent glance, Jasper St. Aubyn paused, and addressed his
people with a subdued and almost melancholy smile, although his voice
was clear and sonorous.
“This is a sad occasion,” he said, “on which it first falls to my lot,
my people, to address you here, as the master of a few, the landlord of
many, and, as I hope to prove myself, the friend of all. To fill the
place of him, who has gone from us, and whom you all knew so well, and
had so much cause to love, I never can aspire; but it is my earnest hope
and desire to live and die among you as he did; and if I fail to gain
and hold fast your affections, as he did, it shall not be for want of
endeavoring to deserve them. But my object in calling you together, my
friends, this evening, was not merely to say this to you, or to promise
you my friendship and protection, but rather to do a duty, which must
not be deferred any longer, for my own sake, and for that of one far
dearer than myself.” Here he paused, and pressing the little white hand
which reposed on his arm so gently, smiled in the face of his young
wife, as he moved her a little forward into the centre of the circle. “I
mean, to present to you all, Mistress St. Aubyn, my beloved _wife_, and
your honored mistress! Some of you have been aware of this for some time
already; but to most of you it is doubtless a surprise. Be it so. Family
reasons required that our marriage should be kept secret for a while,
those reasons are now at an end, and I am as proud to acknowledge this
dear lady as my wife, and to claim all your homage and affection for
her, both on my account, and on account of her own virtues, as I doubt
not you will be proud and happy to have so excellent and beautiful a
lady to whom to look up as your mistress.”
He ceased, and three full rounds of cheering responded to his manly
speech. The circle broke up, and crowded around the young pair, and many
of the elder tenants, white-headed men and women, came up and craved
permission to shake hands with the beautiful young lady, and blessed her
with tears in their eyes, and wished her long life and happiness here
and hereafter.
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