Christian fiction; Future life -- Fiction; Spiritualism -- Fiction
"I am afraid it would be the most hopeless experiment you could make,"
said Mrs. Faith. "She loves you too much for it," she added, with the
divination of her sex. Comforted a little by Mrs. Faith, I quickly
abandoned this project; indeed, I soon abandoned every other which
concerned itself with Helen, and yielded myself with a kind of
desperate lethargy, if I may be allowed the expression, to the fate
which separated me from her. Of resignation I knew nothing. Peace was
the coldest stranger in that strange land to me. I yielded because I
could not help it, not because I would have willed it; and with that
dull strength which grows into the sinews of the soul from necessity,
sought to adjust myself in such fashion as I might to my new
conditions. It occurred to me from time to time that it would have
been an advantage if I had felt more interest in the conditions
themselves; that it would even have spared me something if I had ever
cultivated any familiarity with the possibilities of such a state of
existence. I could not remember that I had in the old life
satisfactorily proved that another _could_ not follow it. It seemed to
me that if I had only so much as exercised my imagination upon the
possible course of events in case another did, it would have been of
some practical service to me now. I was in the position of a man who
is become the victim of a discovery whose rationality he has
contemptuously denied. It was like being struck by a projectile while
one is engaged in disproving the existence of gunpowder.
If a soul may properly be said to be stunned, mine at this time, was
that soul.
In this condition solitude was still so natural to me that I made no
effort to approach the people of the place, and contented myself with
observing them and their affairs from a distance. They seemed a very
happy people. There could be no mistake about that. I did not see a
clouded countenance; nor did I hear an accent of discomfort, or of
pain. I wondered at their joyousness, which I found it as impossible
to share as the sick find it impossible to share what has been called
"the insolence of health." It did, indeed, appear to me as something
almost impertinent, as possession always appears to denial. But I had
never been denied before. I perceived, also, that the inhabitants of
this country were a busy people. They came and went, they met and
parted, with the eagerness of occupation; though there was a
conspicuous absence of the fretful haste to which I had been used in
the conduct of business. I looked upon the avocations of this strange
land, and wondered at them. I could not see with what they were
occupied, or why, or to what end. They affected me perhaps something
as the concerns of the human race may affect the higher animals. I
looked on with an unintelligent envy.
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