He paused for a moment, hoping to be able to lower the
"Why art thou so vexed, O my soul: and why art thou so disquieted within me?
"O put thy trust in God: for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God."
And when he had finished he shut the book, and sighed with the satisfaction of having done his duty. The words of holy trust, though, perhaps, they were not fully understood, carried a faithful peace down into the depths of his soul. As he looked up, he saw the young couple standing in the middle of the floor. He pushed his iron-rimmed spectacles. on to his forehead, and rose to greet the daughter of his old master and ever-honoured mistress.
"God bless thee, lass! God bless thee! My old eyes are glad to see thee again."
Ruth sprang forward to shake the horny hand stretched forward in the action of blessing. She pressed it between both of hers, as she rapidly poured out questions. Mr. Bellingham was not altogether comfortable at seeing one whom he had already begun to appropriate as his own, so tenderly familiar with a hard-featured, meanly-dressed day-labourer. He sauntered to the window, and looked out into the grass-grown farmyard; but he could not help overhearing some of the conversation, which seemed to him carried on too much in the tone of equality. "And who's yon?" asked the old labourer at last. "Is he your sweetheart? Your missis's son, I reckon. He's a spruce young chap, anyhow."
Mr. Bellingham's "blood of all the Howards" rose and tingled about his ears, so that he could not hear Ruth's answer. It began by "Hush, Thomas; pray hush!" but how it went on he did not catch. The idea of his being Mrs. Mason's son! It was really too ridiculous; but, like most things which are "too ridiculous," it made him very angry. He was hardly himself again when Ruth shyly came to the window-recess and asked him if he would like to see the house-place, into which the front-door entered; many people thought it very pretty, she said, half-timidly, for his face had unconsciously assumed a hard and haughty expression, which he could not instantly soften down. He followed her, however; but before he left the kitchen he saw the old man standing, looking at Ruth's companion with a strange, grave air of dissatisfaction.
They went along one or two zig-zag damp-smelling stone passages, and then entered the house-place, or common sitting-room for a farmer's family in that part of the country. The front door opened into it, and several other apartments issued out of it, such as the dairy, the state bedroom (which was half-parlour as well), and a small room which had been appropriated to the late Mrs. Hilton, where she sat, or more frequently lay, commanding through the open door the comings and goings of her household. In those days the house-place had been a cheerful room, full of life, with the passing to and fro of husband, child, and servants; with a great merry wood-fire crackling and blazing away every evening, and hardly let out in the very heat of summer; for with the thick stone walls, and the deep window-seats, and the drapery of vine-leaves and ivy, that room, with its flag-floor, seemed always to want the sparkle and cheery warmth of a fire. But now the green shadows from without seemed to have become black in the uninhabited desolation. The oaken shovel-board, the heavy dresser, and the carved cupboards, were now dull and damp, which were formerly polished up to the brightness of a looking-glass where the fire-blaze was for ever glinting; they only added to. the oppressive gloom; the flag-floor was wet with heavy moisture. Ruth stood gazing into the room, seeing nothing of what was present. She saw a vision of former days--an evening in the days of her childhood; her father sitting in the "master's corner" near the fire, sedately smoking his pipe, while he dreamily watched his wife and child; her mother reading to her, as she sat on a little stool at her feet. It was gone--all gone into the land of shadows; but for the moment it seemed so present in the old room, that Ruth believed her actual life to be the dream. Then, 'still silent, she went on into her mother's parlour. But there, the bleak look of what had once been full of peace and mother's love, struck cold on her heart. She uttered a cry, and threw herself down by the sofa, hiding her face in her hands, while her frame quivered with her repressed sobs.
"Dearest Ruth, don't give way so. It can do no good; it cannot bring back the dead," said Mr. Bellingham, distressed at witnessing her distress.
- gangway above which lowered a green and rotting wooden
- and set free in its deepest intensity of power, just on
- a wholesome specimen of a man of the unperverted, untechnical
- The company of actors and actresses used often to stay
- with stating that they were poor natives of the place,
- the thickening plot, took hold of the sympathies of the
- case up to this time. His frank, fresh nature was as yet
- it needed fame to make the public consciously recognize.
- In the afternoon we paid our respects to the governor —
- of characters, struck to the automatic centres of his being,
- The intoxication of fame, the intoxication of love, and
- a student of his art he went to no traditional school of
- or that other infinitely more beautiful flower who wandered
- biography, poetry, philosophy, and science, and was to
- resonant tones of his deep, rich voice broke forth in the
- spoke then in a stammering staccato of spasmodic outbursts
- In the morning I asked a young Indian, who was wet to the
- his purse, the general love and praise lavished on him
- all there is left of Edwin Forrest. The captain lifted
- the Park Theatre, by the name of Woodhull, was about having
- Max crossed the threshold hard upon her heels. Three descending
- the seats of function, his generous intelligence and his
- looked like two great inland seas. Both he and his auditor
- are in harmony, the finest corporeal condition is the basis
- said that his boys were resting and gaining strength after
- routine, except his happy and most profitable intercourse
- and zeal, and, without any sudden or brilliant success,
- in the city. He was without money, without friends, his
- Max realized that he must lower his head if he would follow.
- added years fitted him far more worthily to appreciate
- In consequence of my weakened and distressed condition,
- and overwhelming power perhaps never equalled. It was at
- of the Eurasian. She turned and faced him, threw up both
- May 16th, 1826, Forrest made his first re-appearance on
- his own bed in the cabin, had him carefully sponged all
- few notes, and sang the well-known song of Moore, Farewell,
- For three weeks Hanson had remained. During this time he
- for the highest spiritual power. A champion in finished
- was the reply. Then, said the generous tragedian, mounting
- you will wonder what has made me tired of life, especially
- his face. A bank of yellow fog instantly enveloped him,
- so sincere, so varied and vigorous, he set his best points
- for two nights, and that he would appear, on the evening
- by the signals of envy. His name was emblazoned in the
- their terrible ordeals in the untracked jungle to the south;
- the throne of the scenic king and the den of the ungirt
- of the month, when he played Carwin, the leading rôle
- that it was said no one could tell the singing of one of
- and the girl's mind was in such a turmoil that she had
- tents of the Choctaws, a hundred miles distant. Three reasons