End of the world -- Fiction; Epidemics -- Fiction; Science fiction; Twenty-first century -- Fiction
“Oh, that death and sickness were banished from our earthly home! that
hatred, tyranny, and fear could no longer make their lair in the human
heart! that each man might find a brother in his fellow, and a nest of
repose amid the wide plains of his inheritance! that the source of
tears were dry, and that lips might no longer form expressions of
sorrow. Sleeping thus under the beneficent eye of heaven, can evil
visit thee, O Earth, or grief cradle to their graves thy luckless
children? Whisper it not, let the demons hear and rejoice! The choice
is with us; let us will it, and our habitation becomes a paradise. For
the will of man is omnipotent, blunting the arrows of death, soothing
the bed of disease, and wiping away the tears of agony. And what is
each human being worth, if he do not put forth his strength to aid his
fellow-creatures? My soul is a fading spark, my nature frail as a spent
wave; but I dedicate all of intellect and strength that remains to me,
to that one work, and take upon me the task, as far as I am able, of
bestowing blessings on my fellow-men!”
His voice trembled, his eyes were cast up, his hands clasped, and his
fragile person was bent, as it were, with excess of emotion. The spirit
of life seemed to linger in his form, as a dying flame on an altar
flickers on the embers of an accepted sacrifice.
CHAPTER V.
When we arrived at Windsor, I found that Raymond and Perdita had
departed for the continent. I took possession of my sister’s cottage,
and blessed myself that I lived within view of Windsor Castle. It was a
curious fact, that at this period, when by the marriage of Perdita I
was allied to one of the richest individuals in England, and was bound
by the most intimate friendship to its chiefest noble, I experienced
the greatest excess of poverty that I had ever known. My knowledge of
the worldly principles of Lord Raymond, would have ever prevented me
from applying to him, however deep my distress might have been. It was
in vain that I repeated to myself with regard to Adrian, that his purse
was open to me; that one in soul, as we were, our fortunes ought also
to be common. I could never, while with him, think of his bounty as a
remedy to my poverty; and I even put aside hastily his offers of
supplies, assuring him of a falsehood, that I needed them not. How
could I say to this generous being, “Maintain me in idleness. You who
have dedicated your powers of mind and fortune to the benefit of your
species, shall you so misdirect your exertions, as to support in
uselessness the strong, healthy, and capable?”
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