The Broken Font: A Story of the Civil War, Vol. 2 (of 2)Sherer, Moyle
History
The Broken Font: A Story of the Civil War, Vol. 2 (of 2)
Sherer, Moyle
Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction
As Martin looked down upon this scene of repose, as he saw his parents
safe, in health, and not subdued by circumstances, he could not but
feel that the wind of adversity had been tempered to them by that God
whose terrible blasts were abroad; that a plank was thrown to them in
the storm; that the Father of all mercies was their refuge, and the
shadow of his almighty wings was over them for comfort and for good. A
pang came across him, as he thought upon his brother. A vista of
calamity and war now opened before his startled fancy; but genuine
philanthropy, and the love of true freedom, no less than his
attachment to the altar and the throne, gave a call to his spirit to
which he could not be deaf, and which he would not disobey. However,
he turned from all vain and dark forebodings to the contemplation of
present happiness. It was a hallowed bliss to be again near those dear
parents who had from his cradle loved and cherished him. Deep-felt
pleasure is ever akin to melancholy; and thus it was, that, from
excess of happiness, Martin could almost have wept, as he went down
stairs, and freely did so as he felt his mother’s arms about his neck,
and her kiss upon his cheek; but such tears are dried as soon as shed.
The morning rites were performed by his father with the same
impressive tones, and the same hallowed composure, that he could
remember as having often soothed the little troubles of his boyhood,
and which did now again the like office, and calmed the strong but
natural emotions of the man.
After their plain wholesome breakfast of milk and bread, Martin took
his father aside, and made known to him the resolution which he had
last night formed of immediately joining some division of the royal
army as a volunteer. He entreated him not to utter one syllable of
objection or remonstrance, and not to feel any apprehension of his
ever being brought into a distressing situation, as regarded Cuthbert.
They should never meet, nor in any way be personally opposed to each
other; and the circumstance of his having one son in arms against the
King made it necessary that another should more truly represent his
father, by being enrolled among the royal forces. He stated both his
intentions and his means of carrying them into effect,--at the same
time inviting the best advice which his father could offer as to the
manner of his proceeding, and the leader whom he should join.
It was not without grief and reluctance that old Noble consented to be
so immediately deprived of his gallant boy; and the mother was almost
inconsolable at the thought of so early and sad a separation: but that
same evening Martin took his departure for Bristol, that he might
secure such baggage as he had brought with him from Italy, and equip
himself for the camp.
CHAP. XV.
But at my back I always hear
Time’s winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
MARVELL.
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