My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's HistoryStowe, Harriet Beecher
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My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's History
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
American fiction -- 19th century; Courtship -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Romance fiction
My shadow-wife grew up by my side under my mother's creative touch. It
was for her I studied, for her I should toil. The thought of providing
for her took the sordid element out of economy and made it unselfish.
She was to be to me adviser, friend, inspirer, charmer. She was to be my
companion, not alone in one faculty, but through all the range of my
being--there should be nothing wherein she and I could not by
appreciative sympathy commune together. As I thought of her, she seemed
higher than I. I must love up and not down, I said. She must stand on a
height and I must climb to her--she must be a princess worthy of many
toils and many labors. Gradually she became to me a controlling power.
The thought, of what she would think, closed for me many a book that I
felt she and I could not read together--her fair image barred the way to
many a door and avenue, which if a young man enters, he must leave his
good angel behind,--for her sake I abjured intimacies that I felt she
could not approve, and it was my ambition to keep the inner temple of my
heart and thoughts so pure, that it might be a worthy resting place for
her at last.
CHAPTER V.
I START FOR COLLEGE AND MY UNCLE JACOB ADVISES ME.
The time came at last when the sacred habit of intimacy with my mother
was broken, and I was to leave her for college.
It was the more painful to her, as only a year before, my father had
died, leaving her more than ever dependent on the society of her
children.
My father died as he had lived, rejoicing in his work and feeling that
if he had a hundred lives to live, he would devote them to the same
object for which he had spent that one--the preaching of the Gospel. He
left to my mother the homestead and a small farm, which was under the
care of one of my brothers, so that the event of his death made no
change in our family home center, and I was to go to college and fulfill
the hope of his heart and the desire of my mother's life, in
consecrating myself to the work of the Christian ministry.
My father and mother had always kept sacredly a little fund laid by for
the education of their children; it was the result of many small savings
and self-denials--but self-denials so cheerfully and hopefully
encountered that they had almost changed their nature and become
preferences. The family fund for this purpose had been used in turn by
two of my older brothers, who, as soon as they gained an independent
foothold in life, appropriated each his first earnings to replacing this
sum for the use of the next.
It was not, however, a fund large enough to dispense with the need of a
strict economy, and a supplemental self-helpfulness on our part.
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