Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 10
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 10
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
that I cared for; and, after in vain offering a reward to any one who
could give any information concerning you, and shedding a few tears over
the grave of my wife, I returned to Holland with my sorrowful
intelligence. Your father, quite sunk with your uncertain fate, fell
into a lowness of spirits that preyed upon his health, and continually
reflected upon himself as the cause of your mother's early death, and
your destitution.
"As the monotony and dulness of garrison duty in a strongly-fortified
town served to increase his melancholy, which threatened to merge into
consumption, he, by the advice of his physician--that change of scene,
and a warm climate, might remove all the bad symptoms he
exhibited--exchanged into a regiment stationed in the Island of Ceylon,
into which I also enlisted, that I might accompany him. There was,
alas! no other individual on earth for whom I cared. Far from recovering
on the voyage, its tedious dulness sunk him more and more into his
habitual lowness of spirits; and, on our arrival on the island, he grew
worse, and did not survive many months. I buried him at Trincomalee.
Alas! how true is the saying, that 'all men know where they were born,
but none where they shall lay their bones.'"
So intense had been the interest I felt in his narrative, that I
scarcely moved, lest I should lose a word, or interrupt him. He paused
at this event, and wiped a tear from his eyes. William and Mary I had
until this hour looked upon as my real parents. For those I now heard
of, I had new feelings to acquire. I noticed that he did not tell me the
surname of my parents, and I pressed not the question. All that I asked
of him was to continue his history, and inform me what had induced him
once more to return to Scotland.
"Can a Scotsman ask that question of a Scotsman?" said he. "In whatever
part of the globe he may be, the hope to lay his bones with his fathers
is the Polar Star that cheers his wanderings, be they prosperous or
adverse. Remove this hope, and his energies from that moment sink, for
he has lost all of life worth caring for. I have both known and felt it.
But to proceed:--
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