The Southern Literary Messenger, Volume I., 1834-35Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Volume I., 1834-35
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American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Never had the family at the Glen been happier than when Frederic
returned home, bearing his parchment roll, duly adorned with the
riband, and the imposing seal; and, after some preamble, running thus:
Notum esto, _quod nos, consentiendibus honorandis admodum ac
reverendis collegii antedicti_ Inspectoribus, _anno Christi_
MDCCC--_admisimum_ Fredericus Kirkwood _ejusdem alumnum, ad gradum_
Baccalaurealem _in_ Artibus; &c. But when he joined the domestic
circle, authorized to preach the everlasting gospel, their joy was of
a deeper, holier character. Would I could show you a picture of the
group, as they encircled the blazing hearth on that happy evening. I
will even make the attempt. There sits the venerable grandfather, in
his large arm-chair, his white hairs smoothly parted from off his
ample forehead, with every feature speaking of passions subdued, and a
heart full of gratitude, content and love. Next the mother, with
something like the bloom of youth stealing over her matron
cheek,--while her eye moves in a tear that rises from that deep
fountain of mingled feeling, known only to a _pious mother's_ heart,
as she looks on the son of her love, and that son a _believer!_
Between these two sits Frederic, comely in manly strength, his whole
countenance expressing heart-felt benevolence to all mankind--and
peculiar love, gratitude and veneration for those by whom he is
encircled. Last, and the darling of all, is Clara, seated on her
brother's knee, with one arm around his neck, while her other hand is
sometimes clasped in his,--sometimes straying amid his dark luxuriant
hair. She is not exactly beautiful, but she is lovely. Her stature is
rather below than above the medium size; and fresh air and healthy
exercise have given elasticity to her limbs, and a bloom to her cheek,
that rivals the richness of the peach. If her features are not
regular, they defy criticism; for her whole face has such a glow of
love and happiness, that the delighted beholder cannot seek for
defects. Thus they all sat, enjoying the full tide of domestic
happiness; and each might have said to the other, with Galatee,
"Tu me demandais ton bonheur,
Et c'etait moi que tu rendais heureuse."
Even the knowledge that Frederic was soon to leave them, to enter on
the duties of his vocation, could scarcely moderate their joy.
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