Spirit of Chambers's Journal : $b Original tales, essays, and sketches, selected from that workChambers, Robert
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Spirit of Chambers's Journal : $b Original tales, essays, and sketches, selected from that work
Chambers, Robert
English literature -- Scottish authors
In the capital, Dempster’s design of entering into business, if he
ever seriously entertained it, was no more talked of. Fleshed once
again with a taste of his former indulgences, he rushed headlong into
that infamous career, which already had twice ended in voluntary
banishment. His wife’s finances were soon exhausted; but, with the
barbarity of a demon taskmaster, he would every day leave her with a
threat, which she but too well knew he would execute, of beating her,
if she should not be able to produce next morning a sum necessary for
the gratification of his wretched appetites. It was now in vain to
attempt that mode of subsistence by which she had hitherto supported
herself. So long as she was haunted by this evil genius, _that_ was
impracticable. By the interest, however, of some of her former friends,
she obtained a scanty and precarious employment for her needle, by
which she endeavoured to supply the cravings of her husband, and her
own simpler wants. From morning early, through the whole day, and till
long after midnight, this modest and virtuous woman would sit in her
humble lodging, painfully exerting herself at a tedious and monotonous
task, that she might be able to give to her husband in the morning that
sum, without which she feared he would only rush into greater mischief,
if not into absolute crime. No vigils were grudged, if she only had
the gratification at last of seeing him return. Though he often staid
away the whole night, she never could permit herself to suppose that
he would do so again, but she would sit bending over her work, or, if
she could work no more from positive fatigue, gazing into the dying
embers of her fire, watching and watching for the late and solitary
foot, which, by a strange exertion of the sense, she could hear and
distinguish long ere any sound would have been perceptible to another
person. Alas, for the sleepless nights which woman so often endures for
the sake of her cruel helpmate! Alas, for the generous and enduring
affection which woman cherishes so often for the selfish heart by which
it is enslaved!
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