Morley Ernstein; or, the Tenants of the Heart — John Shaqi
Morley Ernstein; or, the Tenants of the HeartJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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Morley Ernstein; or, the Tenants of the Heart
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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Every writer who has ever taken a pen in hand has written, and every
heart, even the most selfish, has felt, how sweet is the sight of a
familiar face in times of sorrow, sickness, or difficulty; so that the
observation is trite enough, and yet few have analyzed the sensations
which that familiar face produces, or told us why we love to see it
better than fairer countenances, or even those that express as great
an interest in us. It is that a familiar face comes loaded with those
sweet associations of other times, which are no mean medicaments to
the body or the mind. There is a light of hope upon it, reflected from
those past days, which seems to brighten all the dark spots in the
present; and such was the sight of that old man's countenance to
Morley Ernstein. It brought to him the recollections of his early
years, a feeling of balmy spring, the thoughts of health and rural
sports, and many bright hours long gone; and from the moment that he
saw him hovering round his sick bed, the sensation of convalescence
came upon him, and he could say to himself, "I am getting well."
Ere long, conversation was allowed him, and he soon found the
opportunity of doing that which he had more than once wished to do,
while the grave doctor and the officious nurse had continued to impose
silence upon him--namely, to thank the man, who, on so slight an
acquaintance, had tended him with the care and kindness of a brother.
His travelling companion, who had been absent for about an hour,
entered the room, shortly after the permission to speak was granted
him, and took his seat by the bedside in which he now sat up, while
the balmy air of the first days of June found their way in through the
open window of the little inn. Morley lost not the occasion, and
expressed, as he well could do, in the fine eloquent language of the
heart, the feelings of gratitude, which he experienced for all the
generous kindness that had been shown him.
"Mention it not!--mention it not!" replied the stranger; "I have no
title to thanks whatsoever; I did it for my own gratification, solely
and simply, and consequently have no right to claim or to receive
gratitude."
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