Memoir of the Life and Services of Vice-Admiral Sir Jahleel Brenton, Baronet, K.C.B.
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Memoir of the Life and Services of Vice-Admiral Sir Jahleel Brenton, Baronet, K.C.B.
Admirals -- Great Britain -- Biography; Brenton, Jahleel, Sir, 1770-1844; Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century
He was at the moment unconscious that another loss had occurred, which
was to form a fresh trial for his faith, and was to search still more
deeply the foundation of that peace on which he had been resting. His son
Jervis, the boy to whom reference has been so often made, and in whose
opening qualities the fond parents had delighted to trace the seeds of
much of mental and of moral promise, was carried off by a sudden attack
of fever and sore throat, while at school at Winchester, on August 27,
1817, just one month after his mother’s decease. A letter written to his
brother on this occasion, may with propriety be subjoined, as exhibiting
the spirit of calm Christian submission with which Sir Jahleel resigned
these objects of his tenderest affection.
“SIMONS BAY, JANUARY 16th, 1818.
“MY DEAR E.
“Your kind and affectionate letter I found upon my arrival
from the eastward. The melancholy intelligence contained had
already reached me, having been most considerately sent by ——
to prevent my receiving too sudden a blow upon my return home.
It was indeed severe, but tempered with mercy by that benign
Being, who has granted me a far greater share of blessing
than afflictions, and whose present awful dispensation I
feel every day more and more to be intended for my ultimate
happiness. I was indeed, my dear E. too much absorbed in my
worldly possessions, from my earliest infancy. I had attached
the highest value to domestic felicity, and I need not tell
you to what an extent I was permitted to enjoy it: instead of
finding it like all other worldly objects, greater in prospect
than when present, I experienced that it was more solid and
real than my most sanguine expectations had ever pictured it,
and that my home became every day dearer to me. I almost lost
sight of the hand which bestowed my blessings in the enjoyment
of them, and in my anxiety for their future welfare. I can
now see the wickedness of such feelings. When my beloved wife
was called away from me, the world appeared to have totally
changed its aspect to me, and lost every source of comfort.
Although I neither repined at the divine dispensation, nor gave
myself up to despair, yet there was indifference as to this
life, which I hoped was not culpable, but could not approve. I
almost forgot the blessings which were still left me, and the
necessity for strong exertion to fulfil my duty to them. The
last calamity I now feel to have been sent to awaken me from
so criminal a lethargy, and I hope it has effectually done so.
The first consolatory reflection which came to my assistance,
and it was immediate, was that my darling B. had been spared
the agony which I felt; that her gentle spirit had been placed
beyond the reach of affliction, had been permitted, during
the last weeks of its continuance here, to devote itself to
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