The Romance of Gilbert Holmes: An Historical NovelKirkman, Marshall M. (Marshall Monroe)
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The Romance of Gilbert Holmes: An Historical Novel
Kirkman, Marshall M. (Marshall Monroe)
Black Hawk War, 1832 -- Fiction
turned my face to the wall, and was soon lost in sleep.
My life the first day was in no particular different throughout my stay
with Cousin Angeline, except such slight change as going to Cousin
Rolland’s office or loitering by the river, which latter ever drew me,
by reason of its great and masterful ways. Unhappily for me, however,
my habits, and more particularly my manners, not being suited to city
life, soon attracted the attention and reproof of Cousin Angeline. In
this connection, and that I might improve the faster, she cited as
examples for me to study her orphaned nephews, Rudley and James, whose
bringing-up she had supervised, and to whom she was in all things
greatly attached. Her reference to these young gentlemen, whom I was
destined never to see, were given, too, with much strength of utterance
as time went on and the need of reproof became more and more apparent.
For Cousin Angeline was not lacking in force of speech, as she was fond
of saying, when good might be accomplished thereby. Her frequent
reference to Rudley and James made them a source of anxiety to me at
first, and later a cause of fear and shame, for however strenuously I
sought to follow their example, I could never by any chance come near to
them, even in the smallest particular of their lives. In the larger
things my failure was more marked, but not without hopefulness at first.
Thus, when Cousin Angeline told me it had never been necessary to bribe
Rudley and James to read the Bible, and that even as children they loved
to bury their faces in its sacred pages, I strove to become equally
interested. So, too, in regard to keeping the Sabbath and absence of
desire to amuse myself on that sacred day. To them, she was wont to
say, the hum of the Sunday-school was like the music of the harps; and
upright and alert, with attentive faces, no fragment of prayer or sermon
ever escaped their hungry ears. Of texts they could repeat every one
they had heard, down to the very last, but I, when questioned, could not
for the life of me think of one. It thus fell out that the feet of
Rudley and James, being fixed on solid ground, all else came easy. It
was a second nature to them to be respectful and prompt at meals,
sparing in the use of jam, and ever regardful of those about them. Nor
could they tell a lie, or come to the table save with shining faces.
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