Harper's New Monthly Magazine: No. XVI.—September, 1851—Vol. III.Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine: No. XVI.—September, 1851—Vol. III.
Various
American literature -- Periodicals; Civilization -- Periodicals; Culture -- Periodicals
Having no hankering after the old round he soe long hath run, he now, in
fact, looks younger every day; and yet, not with the same kind of youth
he had before his back was bowed under the chancellorship. 'Tis a more
composed, chastised sort of rejuvenescence: rather the soft warmth of
autumn, which sometimes seems like May, than May itself: the enkindling,
within this mortal tabernacle, of a heavenly light that never grows dim,
because it is immortal; and burns the same yesterday, to-day, and
forever: a youthfulness of soul and mind characterised by growth;
something with which this world and its fleeting fancies has nothing to
do; something that the king can neither impart nor take away.
We have had a tearfull morning ... poor Patteson has gone. My father
hath obtained good quarters for him with my Lord Mayor, with a
stipulation that he shall retain his office with the Lord Mayor for the
time being, as long as he can fill it at all. This suits Patteson, who
says he will sooner shift masters year by year, than grow too fond of
any man again, as he hath of father; but there has been sad blubbering
and blowing of noses.
* * * * *
This afternoon, coming upon Mercy seated in ye alcove, like unto the
image of some saint in a niche, her hands folded on her lap, and her
eyes steadfastly agaze on the setting sun, I could not but mark how
years were silentlie at work upon her, as doubtless upon us alle; the
tender, fearfulle girl having thus graduallie changed into the sober,
high-minded woman. She is so seldom seene in repose, so constantly astir
and afoot in this or that kind office, mostly about the children, that I
had never thought upon it before; but now I was alle at once avised to
marvel that she who had so long seemed fitter for heaven than earth,
shoulde never literallie have vowed herself ye spouse of Christ, more
in especiall as all expectation of being ye spouse of anie else must
long since have died within her.
I sayd, "Mercy, thou lookst like a nun: how is't thou hast ne'er become
one in earnest?"
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