Samuel Parris kept his word faithfully; for added to his own promise was
the sacramental oath taken by Barbara Stafford, which he dared not force
her to break. But the secret confided to him lay heavily on his
conscience, and the struggle there wore away his strength. For a whole
year he avoided his old friend the governor, and refused to visit his
house, even when Elizabeth became its permanent inmate as Norman Lovel's
wife. But at last there came a period when the old man went mournfully
to the house he had shunned. This time, he was summoned there to attend,
not a wedding, but a funeral--Lady Phipps had laid down a life all
sunshine, and gone suddenly into the valley and shadow of death. When
Samuel Parris rode up to that stately mansion, he found its pillars
draped with black, and a hatchment over the front entrance. These
emblems of grief struck him with singular feelings of blended grief and
thankfulness. His eyes filled with tears of regret for the gentle woman
who had gone; but his heart beat free once more, and a grievous load
fell from it, when his foot passed that threshold. In an hour after his
arrival at the mansion, a funeral cortege went forth from its portals
which surpassed any thing known to the colony in its exceeding solemnity
and worldly grandeur. In the procession, Samuel Parris rode with his
friend; and, for the first time since Barbara Stafford's escape, the two
men sat hand in hand, yielding to the old sympathy, and united by the
old love. Both mourned the dead with sincere grief; but it was observed
of Samuel Parris, that a gentle hopefulness had settled on his face, and
there was something in his voice, when he prayed, that thrilled the
hearer with strange accents of thanksgiving.
When the coffin, palled with black velvet, and rich with silver, was
placed before the altar where William Phipps had partaken of his first
sacrament, Parris knelt beside it, in violation of all usage, and
prayed, for some moments, silently; but as if he were in absolute
communion with the dead. Then he arose, like one reassured, and with
benign calmness went through the funeral ceremonies.
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