The International Monthly, Volume 2, No. 1, December, 1850Various
History
The International Monthly, Volume 2, No. 1, December, 1850
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
"Because you are sick. Because, by coming, you may have risked your
life," replied the old clergyman.
"What is life to a duty?" replied the lad. "Have you not taught me, sir,
that there is no earthly thing--no interest of this life, no pleasure,
no happiness, no hope, that ought not to be sacrificed at once to that
which the heart says is right?"
"True--true," replied the old clergyman, almost impatiently; "but in
following precept so severely, boy, you should use some discrimination.
You have a duty to a living father, which is of more weight than a mere
imaginary one to a dead brother. You could do no good to the latter; as
the Psalmist wisely said, 'You must go to him, but he can never come
back to you.' To your father, on the contrary, you have high duties to
perform; to console and cheer him in his present affliction; to comfort
and support his declining years. When a real duty presents itself,
Philip, to yourself, to your fellow men, to your country, or to your
God--I say again, as I have often said, do it in spite of every possible
affection. Let it cut through everything, break through every tie,
thrust aside every consideration. There, indeed, I would fain see you
act the old Roman, whom you are so fond of studying, and be a Cato or a
Brutus, if you will. But you must make very sure that you do not make
your fancy create unreal duties, and make them of greater importance in
your eyes than the true ones. But now I must get you back as speedily as
possible, for your mother, ere long, will be up to see you, and your
father, and they must not find you absent on this errand."
The lad made no reply, but readily walked back toward the court with Dr.
Paulding, though his steps were slow and feeble. He took the old man's
arm, too, and leaned heavily upon it; for, to say the truth, he felt
already the consequences of the foolish act he had committed; and the
first excitement past, lassitude and fever took possession once more of
every limb, and his feet would hardly bear him to the gates.
The beautiful girl who had been the first to receive him at that house,
met the eyes both of the young man and the old one, the moment they
entered the gardens. She looked wild and anxious, and was wandering
about with her head uncovered; but as soon as she beheld the youth, she
ran toward him, exclaiming, "Oh, Philip, Philip, this is very wrong and
cruel of you. I have been looking for you everywhere. You should not
have done this. How could you let him, Dr. Paulding?"
"I did not let him, my dear child," replied the old man, "he came of his
own will, and would not be let. But take him in with you; send him to
bed as speedily as may be; give him a large glass of the fever-water he
was taking, and say as little as possible of this rash act to any one."
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