The Shepherd's Calendar. Volume I (of II)Hogg, James
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The Shepherd's Calendar. Volume I (of II)
Hogg, James
Country life -- Fiction; Pastoral fiction; Rural poor -- Fiction; Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Shepherds -- Fiction
"Trust to no atonement you can make of yourself," cried Isaac
fervently. "It is a bruised reed, to which, if you lean, it will go
into your hand and pierce it; a shelter that will not break the blast.
You must trust to a higher atonement, else your repentance shall be as
stubble, or as chaff that the wind carrieth away."
"So disinterested!" exclaimed the youth. "Is it my wellbeing alone
over which your soul yearns? This is more than I expected to meet with
in humanity! Good father, I am unable to speak more to you to-day, but
give me your hand, and promise to come back to see me on Friday. If I
am spared in life, you shall find me all that you wish, and shall
never more have to charge me with ingratitude."
In the zeal of his devotion, Isaac had quite forgot all personal
injuries; he did not even remember that there were such beings as his
grandchildren in existence at that time; but when the young man said,
that "he should find him all that he wished, and that he would no more
be ungrateful," the sobs and weeping behind the bed grew so audible,
that all farther exchange of sentiments was interrupted. The youth
grasped old Isaac's hand, and motioned for him to go away; and he was
about to comply, out of respect for the feelings of the sufferer, but
before he could withdraw his hand from the bed, or rise from the seat
on which he had just sat down, the weeping fair one burst from behind
the bed; and falling on his knees with her face, she seized his hand
with both hers, kissed it an hundred times, and bathed it all over
with her tears. Isaac's heart was at all times soft, and at that
particular time he was in a mood to be melted quite; he tried to
soothe the damsel, though he himself was as much affected as she
was--but as her mantle was still over her head, how could he know her?
His old dim eyes were, moreover, so much suffused with tears, that he
did not perceive that mantle to be the very same with his own, and
that one hand must have been the maker of both. "Be comforted," said
old Isaac; "he will mend--He will mend, and be yet a stay to you and
to them all--be of good comfort, dear love."
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