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
Miss Matilda, the Minister's maiden daughter, was in towering
indignation about the marriage, and the connexion with a shepherd's
family; and it was rumoured over all the parish that she would never
countenance her niece any more. How matters went at first it is
perhaps as well for Miss Matilda's reputation, in point of
good-nature, that I am not able to say; but the last time I was at the
Manse, the once profligate and freethinking student had become Helper
to old Isaac, and was beloved and revered by all the parish, for the
warmth of his devotion, and soundness of his principles. His amiable
wife Euphemia had two sons, and their aunt Matty was nursing them with
a fondness and love beyond that which she bore to life itself.
In conclusion, I have only further to remark, that I have always
considered the prayers of that good old man as having been peculiarly
instrumental in saving a wretched victim, not only from immediate
death, but from despair of endless duration.
CHAPTER IV.
THE SCHOOL OF MISFORTUNE.
The various ways in which misfortunes affect different minds, are
often so opposite, that in contemplating them, we may well be led to
suppose the human soul animated and directed in some persons by
corporeal functions, formed after a different manner from those of
others--persons of the same family frequently differing most widely in
this respect.
It will appear, on a philosophic scrutiny of human feelings, that the
extremes of laughing and crying are more nearly allied than is
sometimes believed. With children, the one frequently dwindles, or
breaks out into the other. I once happened to sit beside a negro, in
the pit of the Edinburgh theatre, while the tragedy of Douglas was
performing. As the dialogue between Old Norval and Lady Randolph
proceeded, he grew more and more attentive; his eyes grew very large,
and seemed set immovably in one direction; the tears started from
them; his features went gradually awry; his under-lip curled and
turned to one side; and just when I expected that he was going to cry
outright, he burst into the most violent fit of laughter.
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