"Therefore, O my God!" thought Aubrey, as he gazed upon the lovely
scenes familiar to him from his birth, and from which a few short hours
were to separate him forever, "I do acknowledge Thy hand in what has
befallen me, and Thy mercy which enables me to bear it, as from Thee."
The scene around him was tranquil and beautiful--inexpressibly
beautiful. He stood under the shadow of a mighty elm-tree, the last of a
long and noble avenue, which he had been pacing in deep thought for
upwards of an hour. The ground was considerably elevated above the level
of the rest of the park. No sound disturbed the serene repose of the
approaching evening, except the distant and gradually diminishing sounds
issuing from an old rookery, and the faint low bubbling of a clear
streamlet which flowed not far from where he stood. Here and there,
under the deepening shadows cast by the lofty trees, might be seen the
glancing forms of deer, the only live things visible. "Life," said
Aubrey, to himself, with a sigh, as he leaned against the trunk of the
grand old tree under which he stood, and gazed with a fond and mournful
eye on the lovely scenes stretching before him, to which the subdued
radiance of the departing sunlight communicated a tone of tender
pensiveness; "life is, in truth, what the Scripture--what the voice of
nature--represents it--a long journey, during which the traveller stops
at many resting places. Some of them are more, others less beautiful;
from some he parts with more, from others with less regret; but _part he
must_, and pursue his journey, though he may often turn back to gaze
with lingering fondness and admiration at the scene which he has last
quitted. The next stage may be--_as all his journey might have
been_--bleak and desolate; but, through _that_ he is only passing: he
will not be condemned to stay in it, as he was not permitted to dwell in
the other; he is still journeying on, along a route which he cannot
mistake, to the point of his destination, his journey's end--the shores
of the vast, immeasurable, boundless ocean of eternity--HIS HOME!"
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