The Coward: A Novel of Society and the Field in 1863Morford, Henry
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The Coward: A Novel of Society and the Field in 1863
Morford, Henry
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
We know something of ends and something of intermediary occurrences, but
very little of beginnings. The common eye can see the oak from a tiny
sprout to its lordship of the forest, but none may behold the first
movement of the germ in the buried acorn. The unnatural rebellion of
Absalom, the reckless treason of Arnold, the struggle for universal empire
of Napoleon, all stand out boldly on the historic page, as they appeared at
the moment of culmination; but who sees the disobedient son of David when
he walks out into the night with the first unfilial curse upon his lips, or
the arch-traitor of the Western Continent as he starts from his sleep with
the first thought of his black deed creeping under his hair and curdling
his blood, or the victor of Marengo nursing his first far-off vision of the
dangerous glory yet to be! We can know nothing more of the beginnings of
vice in the hearts of the great criminals of private life. It can never be
known, until all other secrets are unveiled before the eyes of a startled
universe, whether Dr. Pomeroy, (no imaginary character, but a personage too
real and very slightly disguised), in this ruin wrought by his hand had
been acting the part of an unmitigated scoundrel from the beginning, a lie
upon his lip and mockery in his heart when he promised the dying Nicholas
Hill protection to his helpless daughter, and every act and word of his
intercourse with her subtly calculated to bring about the one unholy
end,--or whether he had merely _permitted_ himself, without early
premeditation, to do the unpardonable evil which proved so convenient. For
the welfare of the victim, it seemed a question of little consequence: for
the credit of humanity, always enough disgraced, at best, by its robbers
and cut-throats of the moral highway, it may be at least worth a thought.
After events make it doubtful whether the very worst had not been intended
and labored for from the outset; and certain it is that if there had before
been one redeeming trait to temper the moral baseness of Philip Pomeroy,
from the moment when that ruin was accomplished no obstacle of goodness
hindered his way towards the end of the irredeemable. If he had before kept
terms with Eleanor Hill and his own soul, he kept those terms no longer.
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