The Man in Black: An Historical Novel of the Days of Queen AnneJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Man in Black: An Historical Novel of the Days of Queen Anne
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Great Britain -- History -- Anne, 1702-1714 -- Fiction
Alas for human expectation! Alas for the gay day-dream of
youth--maturity--middle age--old age--for they have all their
day-dreams! Every passion which besets man from the cradle to the
grave has its own visionary expectations. Each creature, each animal,
from the tiger to the beetle, has its besetting insect, which preys
upon it, gnaws it, irritates it, and so have all the ages of the soul
and of the heart. Alas for human speculation of all kinds! Alas for
every hope and aspiration! for those that are pure and high, but,
growing out of earth, bear within themselves the bitter seeds of
disappointment; and those that are dark or low produce the germ of
the most poisonous hybrid, where disappointment is united with
remorse.
Happy is the man that expecteth nothing, for verily he shall not be
disappointed! It is a quaint old saying; and could philosophy ever
stem the course of God's will, it would be one which, well followed,
might secure to man some greater portion of mortal peace than he
possesses. But to aspire was the ordinance of God; and, viewed
rightly, the withering of the flowers upon each footstep we have taken
upwards, is no discouragement; for if we shape our path aright, there
is a wreath of bright blossoms crowning each craggy peak before us, as
we ascend to snatch the garland of immortal glory, placed just beyond
the last awful leap of death.
Mrs. Hazleton's aspirations, however, were all earthly. She thought of
little beyond this life. She had never been taught so to think. There
are some who are led astray from the path of noble daring, to others
as difficult and more intricate, by some loud shout of passion on the
right or on the left--and seek in vain to return; some who, misled by
an apparent similarity in the course of two paths, although the finger
post says, "Thus shalt thou go!" think that the way so plainly beaten,
and so seemingly easy, must surely lead them to the same point. Others
again never learn to read the right path from the wrong (and she was
one), while others shut their eyes to all direction, fix their gaze
upon the summit, and strain up, now amidst flowers and now amidst
thorns, till they are cast back from the face of some steep precipice,
to perish in the descent or at the foot.
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