Roused the rich echoes of the human breast;
The blandishments of wealth and ease withstanding,
That hope might reach the suffering and oppressed.
"And by his side there moved a form of beauty,
I called her angel, but he called her wife."
Anon.
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ong and cool lay the shadows on the grass, one by one the bright, beautiful stars arose in the sky, up and up sailed the "lady moon," smiling down with her serene6 face on the trio sitting in the moonlight in the humble7 parlor8 of that little cot by the sea.
No light but that of the cloudless moon, no light but the beaming glances from eyes bright with joy—no other light was needed. By Miss Jerusha's side sat Georgia—not Georgia, the radiant vision of the ball-room, Juno-like in her queenly beauty, but the humble, gentle loving girl,[Pg 383] meek in her great happiness. One wrinkled yellow hand of the venerable spinster lay in the small dark hands blazing with gems9, and held them fast as if she would have held them there forever, while her eyes never for an instant wandered from the sweet smiling face.
And at Georgia's feet knelt another—a vision in robes snowy white, with the sweetest, fairest face ever sun shone or moon beamed on—one who looked like a stray seraph10 in her white garments, and floating golden curls, and sweet, beautiful violet eyes. Dear little Emily Murray, sweeter and fairer than ever she looked nestling there, crying and laughing together, and clinging to Georgia as though she would never let her go again.
"And to think you should have seen so much, and come through such strange scenes!" sobbed11 Emily, laughing at the same time; "to think you should have found a brother, and traveled all over Europe, and then come back and found yourself the wife of the greatest man of the age! Oh, dear me!" said little Emily, laughing and swallowing a sob12, "it is so funny and so strange to find our Georgia back here in the old cottage again."
"But it's very nice—now ain't it, Emily?" said Miss Jerusha, complacently13.
"Nice! I guess it is," said Emily, clasping Georgia tighter. "Oh, Georgia! I've lain awake night after night, crying and thinking about you, and wondering what had become of you, and oh! so frightened lest you should be dead—drowned, or frozen, or something; and in the stormy nights all that long winter I never could sleep for fear you might be out in the frost and cold, without a home or friends. Oh, Georgia! I did feel so restless and miserable14 all that winter, for fear, while I was warm and sheltered,[Pg 384] you might be lying in the bleak15 streets cold and dead." And little Emily sobbed.
"Dear little Emily!" said Georgia, kissing her.
"And, oh, it is so nice to think you have become a devout16 Christian," said Emily, changing from sobbing17 to laughing again, "and I am so glad. Oh, dear me! how funny everything happens, to be sure. And Charley Wildair, too," pursued Emily; "I am sure I never thought he would be a clergyman; but I am very, very glad. Oh, I am so happy," said Emily, laughing, and squeezing Georgia's waist, "that I don't know what to do with myself."
"Nor me neither, I don't now, railly," said Miss Jerusha, who was the very picture of composure.
"Dear Miss Jerusha," said Georgia caressingly18, "and won't you forgive Richmond—he really does not merit your anger, and wants to be forgiven and be friends with you again so much. Please do."
"Oh, you must, Miss Jerusha, you know," said Emily, seizing her other hand, and putting her happy little face close up to hers, "it won't do to refuse a governor your pardon. You must forgive him, please—won't you, Miss Jerusha?"
"Well, now, I don't know," said Miss Jerusha, relentingly, "he did treat you dreffully, Georgey, but——"
"No, he didn't Miss Jerusha—just served her right," said Emily, "Georgia was naughty, I know, and didn't behave well. There, she forgives him—look, she's going to laugh. Oh, say yes, Miss Jerusha."
"Well, 'yes' then; does that please you?" said Miss Jerusha, breaking into a grim smile.
"Dear Miss Jerusha, accept my best thanks for that," said Georgia, with radiant face, "and now, may I send Fly[Pg 385] up for him to Richmond House, that he may hear your forgiveness from your own lips?"
"Well, yes, I s'pose so," said Miss Jerusha, rubbing her nose; "and see here, Georgey, while you're about it, I reckon you might as well send for that there brother o' your'n too; I turned him out o' doors once, and while I'm forgiving that there graceless husband o' your'n, I guess I'll get him to forgive me."
"Perhaps I had better go," said Emily, timidly, "I—I think I'd rather. It's so long since I met Mr. Wildair that I don't like to now."
"Pooh, nonsense," said Georgia laughing, "don't like to meet Mr. Wildair, indeed! Not a step shall you go until they come, and besides, I want to make you acquainted with my poet brother, who is a handsome fellow!" and Georgia's eyes sparkled.
"Does he look like you, Georgia?" said Emily, meditatively20.
"Not a bit; better looking," smiled Georgia. "And oh, Em, there's a particular friend of yours up at the hall, a certain Mr. Curtis, if you remember him."
"He's not a particular friend of mine," said Emily, pouting21 and blushing. "I don't know anything about him. I wish he hadn't come."
"How flattered he would feel if he heard that. You refused him, didn't you, Emily?"
Georgia laughed, and silence for awhile fell on all three, broken at last by the sound of carriage wheels, and the next[Pg 386] moment two tall gentleman stood in the little moonlit parlor with their hats off, and one of them stepping up to Miss Jerusha, extended his hand, and said, with a smile:
"Well, Miss Jerusha, am I forgiven at last?"
There was no resisting that frank tone and pleasant smile. Miss Jerusha looked meditatively at his proffered23 hand a moment, and then grasped it with an energy that made the governor of B—— wince24, as she exclaimed:
"Well now, I railly don't think I ought, but Georgey says I shall hev to, and I s'pose I've got to mind her. Mr. Wildair, how d'ye du? I'm rail glad to hear they've made a governor of you, and I hope you'll behave better for the future, and be good to Georgey."
"I shall certainly try to; but, Miss Jerusha, I was almost as much sinned against as sinning. That malicious25 little cousin of mine, you know——"
"Oh, I know; Georgey told me. Well, she won't interfere26 again, I reckon—a impident little whipper-snapper, speaking as sassy to Georgey as if she was mistress herself, and allers grinnin' like a chessy cat."
"And has Miss Jerusha no greeting for me? Has she forgotten the little boy who paid her a visit one stormy Christmas eve long ago?" said Warren, as he advanced smilingly, shaking back his dark, clustering hair.
"My conscience! you ain't he, are you? Tall as a flagstaff, I declare! Forget you—no I guess I don't. I did behave most dreadfully that night to turn you out; but gracious! I knew you wouldn't freeze or nothin', and neither you did, you see."
"No I am frost-proof," said Warren, laughing; "but I owe you a long debt of gratitude27 for the care you took of this wild sister of mine all those years, Miss Jerusha.[Pg 387] Come," he said, extending his hand, "we shall be good friends now, shall we not?"
"That we shall," said Miss Jerusha, cordially shaking the hand he extended. "My, to think the little feller I turned out that night should come back sich a six-footer, and rail good-looking, too, now ain't he, Emily? Why, you weren't the size of a well-grown doughnut then, you know. Good gracious! jist to think how funny things will turn out. 'Clare to man, if it ain't the queerest world I ever heerd tell of!"
Miss Jerusha wiped her spectacles meditatively, and gave a small, mottled kitten who came purring round her a thoughtful kick.
"Hallo!" said Richmond, picking it up. "One of Betsey Periwinkle's. How is that intelligent domestic quadruped, Miss Jerusha? She and I used to be tremendous friends long ago, you know."
"Yes, I know; she was no ways proud, and made friends with most people," said Miss Jerusha, complacently; "that's Betsey's youngest. She's raised several small families since, and is beginning to fall into the old ages o' life now. Ah, well! sich things must be expected; everybody gets old, you know—even Betsey Periwinkle."
Very swiftly passed that evening. It seemed as if the old happy days had come back—those unclouded days, when no shadow of the darkness to come had yet risen on horizon. Only one face was needed there to complete the circle, one voice to complete the charm; but that bright young head lay low now, the tall grass waved over that familiar face, and that clear, spirited voice was silenced forever. Tears sprang to Miss Jerusha's hard gray eyes,[Pg 388] as she listened to the tale of the noble life and early death of her light-hearted favorite, and little Emily sobbed.
"You must give up this little cottage, Miss Jerusha," said Richmond, before they left that evening, "and come and live with Georgia and me. Once upon a time you admired Richmond House, and now you must make it your home."
"Do, Miss Jerusha! Oh, dear Miss Jerusha, do!" cried Georgia, eagerly; "it will make me so happy to have you always near me. And you shall bring Fly and Betsey Periwinkle and all the little Betseys, and we will be ever so happy together."
But Miss Jerusha shook her head.
"Mr. Richmond, I'm obliged to you, and you, too, Georgey, but I sha'n't leave the old homestead while I live. My father and mother, and all our folks, since the time of the revolution long ago, hev lived and died here, and I don't want to be the first to leave it. I can see you every day as long as you're in Burnfield; and whether I went to live with you or not I wouldn't go with you to the city—a noisy, nasty place! So, I reckon I shall keep on living here; very much obliged to you both at the same time, as I said afore."
And from this resolution nothing could move her—no amount of coaxing28 could induce her to depart from it. The laws of the Medes and Persians might be changed, but Miss Jerusha Skamp's determination never!
It was late when they returned to Richmond House, where they found Mr. Curtis solacing29 himself with a cigar; his chair tipped back and his heels reposing30 on the low marble mantel, and yawning disconsolately31 as he glanced drearily32 over the Burnfield Recorder.[Pg 389]
"Got back, have you?" he said, looking up as our party entered; "and time, I should say. What precious soft seats your excellency and the rest of you must have found in Miss Jerusha's. Quarter to twelve, as I am a sinner! I wonder Miss Skamp didn't turn you out. How is that ancient vestal?"
"In excellent health," replied Richmond, throwing himself on a lounge, "and perfectly33 unchanged since you saw her last. By the way, there was a young friend of yours there, Dick."
"Ah, was there?" said Mr. Curtis, twisting round suddenly in his chair, and turning very red. "Aw—Bob Thompson, I daresay."
"Yes, if Bob Thompson is five feet three inches high, and has blue eyes, pink cheeks, yellow curls, and white forehead, ditto a dress, and is in the habit of wearing gold bracelets34, and answering to the pretty name of Emily."
"Ah—Miss Murray," said Mr. Curtis, thrusting his hands abruptly35 into his pockets, and beginning, without the smallest provocation36, to whistle violently. "Nice little girl! How is she?"
"Ask Randall," said Richmond, with a slight laugh and a malicious glance toward the gentleman in question. "He had Emily pretty much to himself all the evening—took summary possession of the young lady, and the moment he was introduced began to be as fascinating as he knew how. Irresistible37 people are poets. Ask him."
Instead of asking him, however, Mr. Curtis favored the handsome poet with a ferocious38 scowl39, and then, flinging away his Havana, stalked out of the room with tragic40 strides that would have made his fortune on the stage.[Pg 390]
Mr. Wildair laughed, and Mr. Randall looked after him with a slight smile, but said nothing.
One week later Georgia learned his opinion. Emily had been spending the evening at the hall, and had just gone home.
"What a dear little angel she is!" exclaimed Georgia; "so sweet, so good, so gentle and loving. Her presence brightens the room the moment she enters, like a ray of sunshine. Darling little Emily! how I love her! I wish she were my sister."
Warren smiled, and placing a hand lightly on either shoulder, looked down in her flushed, enthusiastic face.
And now let the curtain rise once more ere it falls again forever.
Five years have elapsed, but Burnfield and Richmond House are still the same; a little larger, a little more noisy, a little more populous42, but nothing to speak of. The march of improvement does not get ahead very fast there.
There is a little brown cottage standing2 by the sea-shore, and sitting in the "best room" is an elderly lady knitting away as if the fate of kingdoms depended on it. Such a spotless best room as it is; not a speck43 of dust to be seen anywhere, the very covers of the "Pilgrim's Progress" and "Robinson Crusoe" fairly glitter with cleanliness, and it's absolutely dangerous for a person of weak eyes to look at the chairs and painted floor, so perfectly dazzling are they. The old lady herself, albeit44 a little stiff and prim45 in her dress, is as bright as a new penny, and although the said dress would at the present day be called[Pg 391] somewhat skimpy, it is a calico, like Joseph's coat of many colors, and she is fairly gorgeous in it.
A demure46, well-mannered, polite animal of the feline47 species reposes48 on a rug at her feet, and blinks a pair of intensely green eyes in the sunshine with a look of calm, philosophical49 happiness beautiful to see. Betsey Periwinkle, our early friend, has departed this life, deeply regretted by a large and respectable circle of acquaintances, and was buried in state at the bottom of the garden, and the one now introduced is a descendant of that amiable50 animal, and as such no doubt will be cordially welcomed.
Out in the kitchen is a "cullud pusson" of the female persuasion51, whose black face glistens52 with happiness and a recent application of yellow soap, who sits chewing gum and sewing at a new turban with a look of contentment.
But there is one other inmate53 of that best room—a stranger to you, reader, whom I now hasten to introduce. It is a young lady of some three years old, who goes skipping along, alternately tumbling down, and after emitting one or two shrill54 yells, which she considers necessary to draw attention to the clever way in which the fall was managed, crawls up again and resumes her journey round the room, until she thinks proper to undergo another upset.
This small individual, not to be mysterious, is Miss Georgia Wildair, eldest55 daughter of his excellency, Richmond Wildair, of Richmond House. A pocket edition of our early friend Georgia she is, with the same hot, fiery56 temper, but never will it lead her into such trouble as her mother's has done, for the restraining hand of religion will hold her back, and little Miss Wildair, the heiress, will be taught what our Georgia never was, to "Remember her Creator in the days of her youth;" and this little lady is[Pg 392] the pride and darling of Miss Jerusha's heart, and spends, while papa and mamma rusticate57 in Burnfield, a great deal more of her time in the cottage than in the hall, and enjoys herself hugely with Fly and Betsey Periwinkle.
And now, reader, to that worthy58 cat, to the sable59 handmaiden, to the little heiress, and to our old friend Miss Jerusha Glory Ann Skamp, you and I must bid farewell.
A new scene rises before us. A large and elegantly furnished parlor, where pictures, and statuary, and curtains, and lounges, and last, but not least, a genial60 fire, make everything at once graceful61 and home-like. A lady, young and beautiful, but with a calm, chastened sort of beauty, and a soft, subdued62 smile, sits in a low nursing-chair and holds a baby, evidently quite a recent prize, who lies making frantic63 efforts to swallow its own little, fat fists, and hitting its invisible little nose desperate blows in the vain endeavor. This young gentleman is Master Richmond Wildair, while in "nurse's" lap, at a little distance, his eldest brother Master Charley, a youth of some sixteen months, is jumping and crowing, and evidently having a heap of fun all to himself. These manifestations64 of delight at last grow so obstreperous65 that a handsome, stately gentleman who lies on a sofa near, reading the paper, looks up with a smile.
"What a noisy youth this boy of yours is, Georgia!" he says, looking at Master Charley; "he is evidently bent on making himself heard in this world. Come Charley, be quiet; papa can't read."
But Charley, who had no intention of being bound over to keep the peace, no sooner hears papa's voice than, with a crow an octave higher than any of its predecessors66, he holds out his arms and lisps:[Pg 393]
"Papa, tate Tarley! papa, tate Tarley!"
"Now do put down that stupid paper, Richmond, and take poor 'Tarley,'" says Georgia, looking up with her bright smile. "Bring him over, nurse."
"Well, I suppose I must," Richmond says, resigning himself as a man always must in such cases, and holding out his arms to "Tarley," who, with an exultant67 crow, leaps in and immediately buries two chubby68 little hands in papa's hair. "Where's Georgia?"
"Oh, down at the cottage, of course," says the lady, laughing; "when is Georgia ever to be found anywhere else? Dear Miss Jerusha! it does make her so happy to have her there; so while we live in Burnfield we may as well let her stay there."
"Oh, certainly—certainly," replies Richmond, with tears in his eyes as Master "Tarley" gives an unusually vigorous pull to his scalp-lock. "And by the way, my dear, guess from whom I heard to-day?"
"Who—Warren?" inquires Georgia eagerly.
"No—Curtis," says his excellency, laughing. "Poor Dick's done for at last. Miss Maggie What's-her-name Leonard, the one with the curls and always laughing, has finished him. As the king in the play says, 'I could have better spared a better man.'"
"Why, you don't mean to say he has married her?" says Georgia, in extreme surprise. "Well, I am surprised. Where is he now?"
"Off in the South for a bridal tour, and then he will return and resume his duties as my secretary. There goes the tea-bell. Here, nurse, take Master 'Tarley.' Come, Georgia."
Look with me on another scene, reader. The beautiful[Pg 394] moon rides high over the blue Adriatic; the bright cloudless sky of glorious Italy is overhead, that sky of which poets have sung, and artists have dreamed, and old, sweet romancers have pictured, and gazing up at its serene beauty with uncovered brow, stands a poet from a foreign land, with his blue-eyed bride. You know them both; you need no introduction; you cannot mistake them, for the lofty mien69 and gallant70 bearing of Warren, and the soft holy blue eyes and seraphic smile of Emily are unchanged. Some day, when they are tired wandering under the storied skies of the old world, they will come back to the land of their birth, but you and I will see them no more.
On the last scene of all let the curtain rise ere it drops again forever.
In a sunny corner of a sunny church-yard, where the sweet wild roses swing in the soft west wind, where trees wave and birds sing, and a little brook71 near murmurs72 dreamily as it flows along, is a grave, with a marble cross above, bearing the name of "Charles Wildair," and underneath73 the inscription74, "Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord." Tread lightly, reader; hold your breath as you gaze. Kneel and pray in awe75, for a saint lies there.
And now that the story is finished, I see the sagacious reader putting on his spectacles to look for the moral. Good old soul! With the help of a microscope he may find it; may Heaven aid him in his search; but lest he should fail, I must decamp. Reader, adieu!
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