The MS. in a Red BoxHamilton, John A. (John Arthur)
History
The MS. in a Red Box
Hamilton, John A. (John Arthur)
Axholme, Isle of (England) -- History -- Fiction
"God be with you, your Shield and Preserver, and bring you home again
to your own country, able and willing to keep your vow."
So we clasped hands and parted.
CHAPTER XXIV
A letter from Anna awaited me on my return to the vicarage, from which
I copy as much as it is fit for other eyes than mine to see.
"An armourer in Amsterdam has made himself a name and great gain by a
shirt of mail, which is said to be verily pistol proof, and, at the
same time, more light and flexible than any heretofore made. I have
sent one for you, and one for your friend, and trust they will come to
hand in time, and prove as useful as our military friends say they are.
It will be great joy to me, if the idle gew-gaws with which they were
bought have been converted into stout and serviceable covering for the
breast of my reckless soldier and his comrade. I try to persuade
myself that danger flees from those who court it, for well I know you
will ever be in the forefront of battle, when you anywise may. But for
my sake, pray remember that there is a soldierly prudence.
"We have been here at the Hague for some weeks, my father having been
called in to consult with the Stadtholder's physician; but in a few
days we go to Leyden, where a professorship has been found for my
father. Strangely enough, my father has made acquaintance with yours,
who had some business with the Stadtholder, and they fell into a mutual
liking, before either knew the other's name. If they had but met in
Axholme, how many evils might have been averted! Mr. Vavasour is about
to go on some secret embassy to the East, at the instance of friends,
who are in authority at Venice. Doubtless you know more of these
Italian gentlemen. He spent more than an hour with us in our lodging,
and made me think him a great and magnanimous man, who might have done
the state much service, if he had been more highly placed. But he has
sorely lacked woman's counsel to remind him of the near duty and the
plain, homely wisdom which women have by instinct. Be you warned in
time, my Frank. Your father has ruined his estate for want of a
housewife's wit!
"You will be pleased to know that his leave-taking with me had a touch
of fatherliness....
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