The International Magazine, Volume 4, No. 5, December 1851Various
History
The International Magazine, Volume 4, No. 5, December 1851
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
Full of painful thoughts he rode on at a quick pace, till the yellow
and russet hues of the morning began to appear in the east. He then
slackened his pace a little, and naturally, as he approached the house
of Mrs. Warmington, he raised his eye towards the windows of the room
in which he knew that the beautiful demon, who had produced so much
misery to others and herself, had been imprisoned.
Mr. Short was riding on; but suddenly a sound met his ear, and as his
eyes ran down the building from the windows above, to a small plot
of grass which the lady of the house called the lawn, he drew up his
horse, and rode sharply up to the gate.
But it is time now to turn to Mrs. Hazleton. Lodged in the upper
chamber which had been decided upon as the one fittest for their
purpose, by Mr. Atkinson and the rest, with the constable from Hartwell
domiciled in the ante-room, and the door between locked, Mrs. Hazleton
gave herself up to despair; for her state of mind well deserved that
name, although her feelings were very different from those which are
commonly designated by that name. Surely to feel that every earthly
hope has passed away--to see that further struggle for any object of
desire is vain--to know that the struggles which have already taken
place have been fruitless--to feel that their objects have been base,
unworthy, criminal--to perceive no gleam of light on either side of
the tomb--to have the present a wilderness, the future an abyss, the
past and its memories a hell--surely this is despair! It matters not
with what firmness, or what fierceness it may be borne: it matters not
what fiery passions, what sturdy resolutions, what weak regrets, what
agonizing fears, mingle with the state. This is despair! and such was
the feeling of Mrs. Hazleton. She saw vast opportunities, a splendid
position in society, wealth, beauty, wit, mind, accomplishments, all
thrown away, and for the gratification of base passions exchanged for
disgrace, and crime, and a horrible death. It was a bad bargain; but
she felt she had played her whole for revenge and had lost; and she
abode the issue resolutely.
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