The discarded daughter; or, The children of the isleSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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The discarded daughter; or, The children of the isle
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
Chesapeake Bay Region (Md. and Va.) -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Maryland -- Fiction
“Hugh! Hugh! It is not for myself now so much as for you that I am
ambitious. With the power this fortune would give, when joined to your
talents, you could become so distinguished.”
“Again, Garnet: When Satan tempted Christ it was not through any puerile
idea, but through the grandest passion of the human soul—the passion by
which the great archangel fell—Ambition. But, I tell you, Garnet, that
if ambition be the most glorious of human passions, remorse is the most
terrible. And, too often one follows the other as surely as night
follows day.”
She did not reply, and both remained silent for a few minutes, when,
taking her hand, he said impressively:
“Do not think me ungrateful, dearest Garnet. Very deeply do I feel the
blessing of your sweet love; very highly do I estimate the honor of your
ambition for me. But listen, dearest. In erecting your edifice of
earthly happiness, it would be well to lay the basement sure. You might
possess and inhabit a princely palace, luxuriously furnished, yet you
would not glory in its splendor, or even enjoy a moment’s repose under
its roof, if you knew its foundation to be insecure; that at any instant
in the midst of enjoyment it might suddenly fall and crush you under its
magnificent ruins. Garnet, such an insecure dwelling-place, such a
transient phantasmagoria, is any plan of earthly happiness not based
upon the principles of justice. Such, Garnet, is your edifice of
enjoyment; for you will feel that death, which hangs over us all at all
times, may at any moment summon you from its possession to place you at
the bar of Eternal Justice, to answer for the sin of your soul. And your
ill-gotten splendors here will be your condemnation hereafter. Oh,
believe me, dear Garnet, to say nothing of the sublime beauty of faith
displayed in the sacrifice of earthly interests to heavenly prospects—of
temporal pleasures to eternal joys—there is great good sense in seeking
‘first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness’; for, look you; I may
gain wealth and renown, but if my fortune is ill-gotten I cannot fully
enjoy it, for knowing that at any time my soul may be snatched from its
possessions to the bar of God, and, stained with falsehood and injustice
as it is, be hurled thence to perdition. But, on the other hand, if my
fortune is founded upon righteousness, and built up with the blessing of
God, then I may be as rich and as great as I please, and yet enjoy this
world with a surer joy for knowing that it leads to a better and an
eternal one. Life, dear Garnet, is a journey to the Judgment Seat. In
all your plans, therefore, of life’s journey, look to its end. If you
set out upon a road that you knew was leading you to misery—no matter
how fine the carriage in which you traveled, how soft the cushions on
which you sat, how beautiful the country through which you passed—you
could not enjoy it; for every mile that should draw you nearer to its
close would increase your uneasiness, for you would know its end to be
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