Children's stories; Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; Pride and vanity -- Juvenile fiction
The stern old doctor was more startled by the unexpected appearance at
his threshold of visitors such as these, than he could have been by any
apparition in his old haunted tower. Mingled feelings of surprise, shame,
remorse, and gratified pride struggled together in his bosom, as his eye
met that of the nobleman from whose house he had turned with emotions of
such vindictive wrath—words of such fiery passion! Had Bardon’s newly
recovered estate depended upon his making such an effort, the proud
man could not have bowed his spirit to the humiliation of visiting the
earl; and yet the nobleman had come to him,—to him who had so meanly, so
cruelly avenged one slighting sentence accidentally overheard!
Dashleigh saw the surprise, the embarrassment written on the face of the
haughty Bardon,—he felt the delicacy of his own position, and resolutely
breaking through what would once have been the inseparable barrier of
reserve, he advanced two or three steps towards the doctor, and while a
painful flush mantled over his wasted features, frankly held out his
hand. That hand was grasped—was wrung—but in silence; the proud man felt
himself conquered; and from that hour the evil spirit of enmity between
the two opponents was laid for ever!
* * * * *
Can I add that the dark tyrant Pride had for ever yielded up his empire,
that he never again whispered his evil suggestions to those who so long
had worn his chain?
Alas! I dare not thus violate probability, or sacrifice the great truth
of which this fiction is the fanciful vehicle. The contest against
Pride is a life-long campaign. From the time when he breathed ambition
to Eve in the words, _Ye shall be as gods_, or roused in the heart of
the first murderer the hatred which stained his hand with the blood of
a more favoured brother, the influence of pride over our fallen race
has been fearful, too often fatal! I have but sketched him in some of
his forms,—of how many have I not even attempted to trace the outline!
Pride of purse, Pride of person, family Pride, national Pride, the Pride
that draws the trigger of the duellist, that tightens the grasp of the
oppressor, and, perhaps worst of all, spiritual Pride, which brings Satan
before even the saintly in the guise of an angel of light! Let some more
powerful pencil draw these, till conscience start at the portrait of the
demon who seeks the house that is _cleansed and garnished_, nor comes
alone, but brings with him ambition, dissension, jealousy, hatred, and
other dark ministers of death.
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