Children's writings, English; English fiction -- 19th century; Happiness -- Fiction; Short stories
after they had contemplated this scene for some time O'Donell exclaimed
"ALEXANDER Let us abide here what need have we to travel father let us
make this our place of rest"! "We will" replied DeLancy and "this shall
be our abode" added he pointing to a cave at the foot of the mountaine
"It shall" returned--O'Donell as they entered it. in this country they
remained for many long years and passed their time in a maner which
made them completely happy sometimes they would sit upon a high rock
and listen to the hoarse thunder rolling through the sky and making
the mountains to echo and the deserts to ring with its awful voice,
somtimes they would watch the lightning darting across black clouds
and shivering huge fragments of rock in its terrible passage sometimes
they would witness the great glorious orb of gold sink behind the far
distant mountains which girded the horizon and then watch the advance
of grey twilight and the little stars coming forth in beauty and the
silver moon arising in her splendour till the cold dews of night began
to fall and then they would retire to their bed in the cave with
hearts full of joy and thankfulness. one evening they were seated in
this cave by a large Blazing fire of turf which cast its lurid light
to the high arched roof and illuminated the tall and stately pillars
cut by the hand of nature out the stony rock with a cheerful and red
glare that appeared strange in this desolate land which no fires had
ever before visited except those feirce flames of death which flash
from the heavens when robed in the dreadful majesty of thunder. they
were seated in this cave then listening to the howling night wind as
it swept in mournful cadences through the trees of the forest which
encircled the foot of the mount and bordered the stream which flowed
round it. they were quite silent and their thoughts were ocupied by
those that were afar off and whom it was their fate most likely never
more to behold O'Donell was thinking of his noble master and his young
Princes of the thousands of miles which intervened between him and them
and the sad silent tear gushed forth as he ruminated on the happiness
of those times when his master frowned not when the gloom of care gave
place to the smile of freindship when he would talk to him and laugh
with him and be to him not as a brother no no but as a mighty warrior
who relaxing from his haughtiness would now and then converse with
his high officers in a strain of vivacity and playful humour not to
be equalled. next he viewed him in his minds eye at the head of his
army he heared in the ears of his imagination the buzz of expectation
of hope and supposition which humed round him as his penetrating eye
with a still keeness of expression was fixed on the distant ranks of
the enemy then he heard his authorative voice exclam, Onward brave
sons of freedom onward to the battle and lastly his parting words
to him "in prosperity or, in misery In sorrow or in joy In populous
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