The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-IIIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-III
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Huguenots -- Fiction
The Count shook his head. "I thank you," he said, "I thank you, and
will give what you propose the fullest consideration; but it is a
resolution that cannot be taken at once--at least by such as feel as I
do. Oh! my good friend, remember how many ties I have to break asunder
before I can act as you propose. There are all the sweet memories of
youth, the clinging household dreams of infancy, the sunny home of my
first days, when life's pilgrimage took its commencement in a garden
of flowers. I must quit all these,--every dear thing to which the
remembrance of my brightest days is attached--and spend the autumn and
the winter of my latter life in scenes where there is not even a
memory of its spring. I must quit all these, Schomberg. I must quit
more. I must quit the faithful people that have surrounded me from my
boyhood--who have grown up with me like brothers--who have watched
over me like fathers--who have loved me with that hereditary love that
none but lord and vassal can feel towards each other--who would lay
down their lives to serve me, and who look to me for direction,
protection, and support. I must quit them, I must leave them a prey to
those who would tear and destroy them. I must leave, too, the grave of
my father, the tombs of my ancestors, round which the associations of
the past have wreathed a chain of glorious memories that should bind
me not to abandon them. I, too, should have my grave there, Schomberg;
I, too, should take my place amongst the many who have served their
country, and left a name without a stain. When I have sought the
battle field, have I not thought of them, and burned to accomplish
deeds like theirs? When I have been tempted to do any thing that is
wrong, have I not thought upon their pure renown, and cast the
temptation from me like a slimy worm? And should I leave those tombs
now? Were it not better to do as they would have done, to hang out my
banner from the walls against oppression, and when the sword which
they have transmitted to me can defend my right no longer, perish on
the spot which is hallowed by the possession of their ashes?"
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