The Days of My Life: An AutobiographyOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Days of My Life: An Autobiography
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret), 1828-1897
And then at last, I fancy I must have fallen asleep, for I had strange
sights of bars and judgment-seats, of criminals receiving sentence, and
a terrible impression on my mind that I was the next who should be
condemned, but that always a bright figure stepped in before me, and the
Judge perceived me not. When I woke again it was deep in the
night,--Alice was lulling baby, the moon was shining into the room, and
I was lying as quiet and as easy as if no such thing as pain had been in
the world.
"You are better, dear?" said Alice in a whisper of hesitating joy, as
she came to me with some cool pleasant drink she had made. My heart was
light; I was almost playful. "I think I am quite well," I said. "I ought
to get up, and let you lie down, Alice; have you had a great deal of
trouble with me to-day?"
"Hush, darling, no trouble," said Alice, hurriedly, "but you've had a
bad turn; go to sleep, dear, go to sleep."
I said "Yes, Alice," as a child might have said it, and I clasped my
hands and said the same prayers I had said on the morning of my wedding
day. I fell asleep in the middle of them, and ended this day in the
deepest peacefulness,--I knew not why.
THE FOURTH DAY.
I was now quite well, and it was July, the very flush and prime of
summer. After that first day I had progressed steadily and was well,
before I had any right to be well, according to the established order of
things--for though I was not robust, my health was of the strongest, and
I had a vigorous elastic frame, which never long succumbed. I would not
listen to Alice's proposal to have a nurse for baby. As soon as I was
able I took entire possession of him myself, and did everything for my
boy. I had no other cares or occupations; he was my sole business, and
he filled all my time with his requirements. What a happiness it was! If
I had been at Cottiswoode, and had a proper, well-appointed nursery, how
much of the purest delight, how many of the sweetest influences I must
have lost! He was very rarely out of my arms, except when he slept
through the day, in the luxurious, beautiful cradle--an odd contrast to
the other equipments of the house--which we had got for him. I often
smile at my own wilful, voluntary poverty now. We had by no means
changed the simplicity of our living, and I was my baby's sole
attendant, and was perfectly contented with this little, mean, limited
house; but I sent Alice to London with the widest license to buy the
prettiest baby's cloak, the richest robes, the most delicate equipments
for little Harry; and Alice, nothing loath, came back again with a
wardrobe fit for a young prince. Sitting by the morsel of fire in the
small bed-room up-stairs, with its white dimity hangings, and its clean
scanty furniture, I dressed my baby in embroidered robes more costly
than a month's housekeeping, and wrapping his rich cloak about him, and
tying on, over his rich laced cap, the soft luxurious hat of quilted
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