Illustrations of political economy, Volume 9 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 9 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
“Then I have a strong belief that this is the last speech I shall have
of you, Miss Jane; and I would not part from you without a farewell, as
I fear others, nearer and dearer, must do.”
“None are nearer and dearer,” exclaimed Jane, in a tone which upset
Morgan’s fortitude. She then checked herself, and coldly added, “I mean
to call on my brother and Patience before I go.”
“What I am least sorry about,” said Morgan, “is, that you are going out
upon the great and wide sea. I am glad that you will see a million of
dashing waves, and feel the sweeping winds, both of which I used to know
something of from the top of our mountain. We have both seen too much of
brick walls, and heard too much of the noise of a city. Your spirits
have failed you sadly of late, my dear; and I myself have been less
lightsome than I have always held that a trusting creature should be.
Ah! your tears will dry up when you are among the deeps; and you will
find, as the waters heave up and about you, how little worth is in all
worldly care, take my word for it, my dear. You on the sea by starlight,
and I in the valley when the early buds come out—oh! we shall grow into
a more wholesome mind than all the changes here have left us in.
Meantime, we must part; and if we should never meet again——”
“Oh, but there is no fear: it is a very safe voyage, indeed, they tell
me. I cannot have any fancies put into my head about not coming back,
Morgan.”
“Well, let it be so then,—let it be that you will certainly come back;
still I am old,—ay, not what you will allow to be old, if you reach my
years, but what I like to think so. You cannot, in your heart, say that
you would be taken by surprise any day to hear that old Morgan was gone.
Well, then, God bless you! and give you a better relish of this life
before he calls you to another!”
“Indeed I am not happy,” was the feeling expressed by Jane’s manner, and
by her tears, as much as by her words. She could neither control her
feelings nor endure to expose their intensity, and she therefore
hastened to bed, seemingly acquiescing in Morgan’s advice not to be in a
hurry to rise in the morning.
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