The Ingoldsby Legends; or, Mirth and MarvelsIngoldsby, Thomas
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The Ingoldsby Legends; or, Mirth and Marvels
Ingoldsby, Thomas
English fiction -- 19th century; English poetry -- 19th century; English wit and humor; Humorous poetry, English
It was not till some months had elapsed after his departure, that I
had reason to suspect, that the eager desire of availing himself of
opportunities for study abroad, not afforded him at home, was not
the sole, or even the principal, reason which had drawn Frederick so
abruptly from his _Alma Mater_. A chance visit to the university, and
a conversation with a senior fellow belonging to his late college,
convinced me of this; still I found it impossible to extract from
the latter the precise nature of his offence. That he had given way
to most culpable indulgences, I had before heard hinted; and when I
recollected how he had been at once launched, from a state of what
might be well called seclusion, into a world where so many enticements
were lying in wait to allure,--with liberty, example, everything to
tempt him from the straight road,--regret, I frankly own, was more the
predominant feeling in my mind than either surprise or condemnation.
But here was evidently something more than mere ordinary excess--some
act of profligacy, perhaps, of a deeper stain, which had induced his
superiors, who, at first, had been loud in his praises, to desire him
to withdraw himself quietly, but for ever; and such an intimation, I
found, had in fact been conveyed to him from an authority which it was
impossible to resist. Seeing that my informant was determined not to
be explicit, I did not press for a disclosure, which, if made, would,
in all probability, only have given me pain, and that the rather, as
my old friend the Doctor had recently obtained a valuable living from
Lord M----, only a few miles distant from the market town in which I
resided, where he now was, amusing himself in putting his grounds into
order, ornamenting his house, and getting everything ready against
his grandson's expected visit in the following autumn. October came,
and with it came Frederick: he rode over more than once to see me,
sometimes accompanied by the Doctor, between whom and myself the recent
loss of my poor daughter Louisa had drawn the cords of sympathy still
closer.
More than two years had flown on in this way, in which Frederick
S---- had as many times made temporary visits to his native country.
The time was fast approaching when he was expected to return and
finally take up his residence in England, when the sudden illness of
my wife's father obliged us to take a journey into Lancashire, my old
friend, who had himself a curate, kindly offering to fix his quarters
at my parsonage, and superintend the concerns of my parish till my
return.--Alas! when I saw him next he was on the bed of death!
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