ROBERT ELSMERE
By Mrs. Humphrey Ward
Author of “Miss Bretherton”
BOSTON: DeWOLFE, FISKE & CO., 365 Washington Street
Dedicated to the memory
Of
MY TWO FRIENDS
SEPARATED, IN MY THOUGHT OF THEM, BY MUCH DIVERSITY OF
CIRCUMSTANCE AND OPINION; LINKED, IN MY FAITH ABOUT
THEM, TO EACH OTHER, AND TO ALL THE SINNING
ONES OF THE PAST, BY THE LOVE OF GOD
AND THE SERVICE OF MAN:
THOMAS HILL GREEN
(LATE PROFESSOR OF MORAL PHILOSOPHY IN THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD)
Died March 26, 1882
AND
LAURA OCTAVIA MARY LYTTELTON
Died Easter Eve, 1886
[Transcriber’s note: In one section, marked by **, two Greek letters,
delta and epsilon, are transcribed as de. The allusion is to a poem by
Browning--‘A Grammarian’s Funeral’]
[Italics are indicated by underscores.]
BOOK I. WESTMORELAND.
CHAPTER I.
It was a brilliant afternoon toward the end of May. The spring had been
unusually cold and late, and it was evident from the general aspect of
the lonely Westmoreland valley of Long Whindale that warmth and sunshine
had only just penetrated to its bare, green recesses, where the few
scattered trees were fast rushing into their full summer dress, while at
their feet, and along the bank of the stream, the flowers of March and
April still lingered, as though they found it impossible to believe
that their rough brother, the east wind, had at last deserted them. The
narrow road, which was the only link between the farm-houses sheltered
by the crags at the head of the valley, and those far away regions of
town and civilization suggested by the smoke wreaths of Whinborough on
the southern horizon, was lined with masses of the white heckberry or
bird-cherry, and ran, an arrowy line of white through the greenness of
the sloping pastures. The sides of some of the little becks running down
into the main river and, many of the plantations round the farms
were gay with the same tree, so that the farm-houses, gray-roofed and
gray-walled, standing in the hollows of the fells, seemed here and there
to have been robbed of all their natural austerity of aspect, and to be
masquerading in a dainty garb of white and green imposed upon them by
the caprice of the spring.
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