Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. V, No. XXIX., October, 1852Various
Religion
Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. V, No. XXIX., October, 1852
Various
American literature -- Periodicals; Civilization -- Periodicals; Culture -- Periodicals
mother's heart; but the sadness and gloom which had settled upon the
mind of her husband was not perceptibly lightened thereby. "If I knew
Mark was dead," he once remarked to the rector of Lavenham, by whom
he was often visited, "I should resign myself to his loss, and soon
shake off this heavy grief. But that, my dear sir, which weighs me
down--is in fact slowly but surely killing me--is a terrible conviction
and presentiment that Green, in order fully to work out his devilish
vengeance, will studiously pervert the nature of the child--lead him
into evil, abandoned courses--and that I shall one day see him--but I
will not tell you my dreams," he added, after stopping abruptly, and
painfully shuddering, as if some frightful spectre passed before his
eyes. "They are, I trust, mere fancies; and yet--but let us change the
subject."
This morbidly-dejected state of mind was aggravated by the morose,
grasping disposition--so entirely different from what Mr. Bridgman
had fondly prophesied of Mark--manifested in greater strength with
every succeeding year by his son Andrew, a strangely unlovable and
gloomy-tempered boy, as if the anxiety and trouble of the time during
which he had been hurried into the world had been impressed upon his
temperament and character. It may be, too, that he felt irritated at,
and jealous of his father's ceaseless repinings for the loss of his
eldest son, who, if recovered, would certainly monopolize the lion's
share of the now large family property--but not one whit _too_ large in
his--Andrew Bridgman's--opinion for himself alone.
The young man had not very long to wait for it. He had just passed his
twentieth year when his father died at the early age of forty-seven
The last wandering thoughts of the dying parent reverted to the lost
child. "Hither Mark," he faintly murmured, as the hushed mourners round
his bed watched with mute awe the last flutterings of departing life;
"hither: hold me tightly by the hand, or you may lose yourself in this
dark, dark wood." These were his last words. On the will being opened,
it was found that the whole of his estate, real and personal, had been
bequeathed to his son Andrew, charged only with an annuity of £500 to
his mother, during life. _But_, should Mark be found, the property was
to be _his_, similarly charged with respect to Mrs. Bridgman, and £100
yearly to his brother Andrew, also for life, in addition.
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