Recollections of a chaperonSullivan, Arabella Jane
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Recollections of a chaperon
Sullivan, Arabella Jane
English fiction -- 19th century
Ellen left him, and with a slow and heavy step she for the last time
mounted the oak staircase. She went to the nursery, and solemnly taking
the child away, she carried it into the room which was her own. Bolting
all the doors, she knelt as she held the infant in her arms, and
offered up for it prayers as fervent and as pure as ever ascended to
the throne of grace. Then kissing its eyes, its forehead, its lips,
“May the God of mercy bless thee, my babe! may He bless thee with
virtue, principle, rectitude! whatever may be thy fate in this world,
may He bring thee to that place where the wicked cease from troubling,
where the weary are at rest!”
She rose from her knees, and carried the child back to the nurse. In a
calm and steady voice, she bade her, as she valued her peace of mind
here and hereafter, to do her duty by the infant; and begging God to
bless them both, she steadily went down the stairs, and without looking
to the right or to the left, passed through the hall. When she reached
the door, she paused, and turning round, she saw the servants who, half
wonder, half sympathy, had collected at the different doors, and were
pressing forward. She tried to speak—her voice failed her; she made
another effort, and at length uttered,—
“You have all done your duties by me, and may God reward you for it!”
A burst of tears and sobs, they scarcely themselves knew wherefore, was
all the answer they could make.
Henry supported her into the carriage. Her elder children and their
attendants entered the other, and she was rapidly conveyed from a spot
where she had endured the two extremes, of mortal bliss and mortal woe.
CHAPTER X.
En songe, souhaid, et pensée,
Vous voye chacun jour de sepmaine
Combien qu’estes de moi loingtaine
Belle très loyaument amée.
Du tout vous ay m’amour donnée;
Vous en povez être certaine,
Ma seule dame souveraine,
De mon las cœur moult desirée
En songe, souhaid, et pensée.
CHARLES DUC D’ORLEANS, A.D. 1446.
How did poor Hamilton meanwhile pass the time of his weary exile? It
would have been wretchedness to him to have been recognised, to have
been obliged to answer the usual inquiries after his wife and children,
with which a married man is invariably greeted; to endure all the
common courtesies of life. Yet his acquaintance was so general, his
name so well known, from having on many occasions borne a prominent
part in politics, and from having lived much in the world, that he
could scarcely find a spot where he would not be exposed to them.
He therefore, under an assumed name, retired to the most desolate
fishing village he could find in the neighbourhood of M——, and passed
his days wandering upon the shore, and mixing with none but the
fishers, who plied their dangerous trade upon the wild Welsh coast.
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