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My thoughts were sad and solemn, yet not of unmingled pain. The very
excess of our misery carried a relief with it, giving sublimity and
elevation to sorrow. I felt that I carried with me those I best loved;
I was pleased, after a long separation to rejoin Adrian; never again to
part. I felt that I quitted what I loved, not what loved me. The castle
walls, and long familiar trees, did not hear the parting sound of our
carriage-wheels with regret. And, while I felt Idris to be near, and
heard the regular breathing of my children, I could not be unhappy.
Clara was greatly moved; with streaming eyes, suppressing her sobs, she
leaned from the window, watching the last glimpse of her native
Windsor.
Adrian welcomed us on our arrival. He was all animation; you could no
longer trace in his look of health, the suffering valetudinarian; from
his smile and sprightly tones you could not guess that he was about to
lead forth from their native country, the numbered remnant of the
English nation, into the tenantless realms of the south, there to die,
one by one, till the LAST MAN should remain in a voiceless, empty
world.
Adrian was impatient for our departure, and had advanced far in his
preparations. His wisdom guided all. His care was the soul, to move the
luckless crowd, who relied wholly on him. It was useless to provide
many things, for we should find abundant provision in every town. It
was Adrian’s wish to prevent all labour; to bestow a festive appearance
on this funeral train. Our numbers amounted to not quite two thousand
persons. These were not all assembled in London, but each day witnessed
the arrival of fresh numbers, and those who resided in the neighbouring
towns, had received orders to assemble at one place, on the twentieth
of November. Carriages and horses were provided for all; captains and
under officers chosen, and the whole assemblage wisely organized. All
obeyed the Lord Protector of dying England; all looked up to him. His
council was chosen, it consisted of about fifty persons. Distinction
and station were not the qualifications of their election. We had no
station among us, but that which benevolence and prudence gave; no
distinction save between the living and the dead. Although we were
anxious to leave England before the depth of winter, yet we were
detained. Small parties had been dispatched to various parts of
England, in search of stragglers; we would not go, until we had assured
ourselves that in all human probability we did not leave behind a
single human being.
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