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
My mother was greatly beloved by the young people. I soon found out that
this fact was any thing but pleasing in the eyes of the lady superior,
who could not imagine how a person so devoid of energy, as she termed
it, could possess so much influence. Nevertheless, this best of all
influence--the influence of affection--was possessed in no common
degree. With what zest and pleasure was every little office
rendered--with what sweetmeats were we feasted--what bouquets were
placed on my mother's table--what numerous presents of needlework were
made her--how her wishes were anticipated--I know well. I know, too, how
much my dear parent suffered in this house--how unequal her strength was
to her labors--how the incessant small tyranny to which she was
subjected ate out all the life of her spirit. Still she never
complained; but I could hear her sometimes, in the silence of night,
weeping bitterly, and calling on her beloved dead, who, when on earth,
had never allowed one shadow to cross her path which he could avert.
Thus four years were passed, during which my brother died. This second
blow pierced me to the heart, but, strange to say, mamma bore it calmly.
I wondered at her, till I noticed how very thin she had become--how very
trembling and frightened with every little thing--and how attentive the
young people were to her wishes. Then the old agony came over my heart,
and I knew all.
About this time, a gentleman, who had known and loved my father, dying,
left my mother a legacy of £100. This sum enabled her to take a lodging
near our old home, and here, some two months after our return, she died,
in the full assurance of faith. Our faithful old Sally was now married
to an honest yeoman, and from this good creature we received much kind
attention....
I pass over some years, in which I experienced all the trials of a
shabby-genteel life at a large school, where I was placed by the
kindness of a distant friend. After trials and vicissitudes of no
ordinary kind, I found myself, by the death of a relative in India,
whose name I had never heard, entitled to the sum of £5000. With this
wealth, which to my young imagination seemed boundless, I retired to my
native village, in the quiet shades to enjoy the peace for which I had
long sighed....
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