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PATIENCE. a tale
PATIENCE. a tale
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CHAPTER I.
"I think dear Miss Hemingford cannot be well to-night, she looks sometimes pale, and sometimes flushed, and has walked up and down that espalier walk this half hour—what can be the matter with her, Mrs. Aylmer?"
The lady to whom this enquiry was addressed, well knew that it was made from the kindest motives; she therefore replied,—
"Dora and myself, Mrs. Longden, are alike in a state of great anxiety, on the subject of a letter we expect to-night from her parents, to whom I have written, requesting their permission to take her with me to the south of France, to which place, you know, I am ordered, for the benefit of my health."
"If you could entertain a doubt of their ready acquiescence, you might well be anxious; but surely it is impossible they could think of removing her from you at that time, when your health requires the care of an affectionate and grateful daughter?"
"I hope they will not,—yet some of their late letters have indicated such an intention; and so material a change in my residence may have a tendency to confirm a wavering resolution."
"In my opinion," replied the good neighbour, "they will act most ungratefully towards you, and cruelly towards her, if they divide you;—you have reared her from infancy,—nursed her from a sickly plant, into a blooming flower, and—"
Mrs. Longden spoke warmly, for she was really moved; but perceiving that her auditor, who was but slowly recovering from a severe illness, became too much affected, she checked herself, and after a pause, added in a soothing tone—
"To be sure, if you are obliged to part, you will have the advantage of being with the Sydenhams, who are the best people in the world;—and she, poor girl, will, I hope, bear the trial well; she is of such a sweet temper, such a patient disposition."
"Dora is, indeed, of a sweet temper, Mrs. Longden, and has great patience, considering that her sensibility is so acute as to render equanimity difficult. She is gentle, loving, full of kindness, and so utterly devoid of selfishness, that she may be said to live in, and for, her fellow-creatures; she will, therefore, doubtless, exercise self-controul for the sake of others, and whatever she may feel, will not complain."
"There is a principle of Patience," continued Mrs. Aylmer, in a subdued and solemn voice, "founded on more awful and affecting views,—the patience of a Christian,—the submissive resignation of a humble soul, which receives sorrow, injustice, and offence, as the chastisements of a heavenly Father;—this higher, purer, gospel-planted patience, I hope my Dora is not devoid of; but the quiet tenor of our lives has not hitherto called it into action:—should she enter the world without me by her side, I fear she may too soon be called upon to practise it."
At this moment the subject of her remarks entered the room, to invite them to walk in the garden, and see the setting sun throw his parting rays upon the rippling Usk, on whose banks they dwelt; but Mrs. Longden, aware that the moments were now precious, took leave. Mrs. Aylmer, after due wrapping up, accepted her young friend's arm, less to partake of pleasure than to evade solicitude.
As it was a period full of tender recollections, and awakened feelings to these friends, one of whom was still a handsome, though delicate woman in middle life; the other a tall, slender, half-formed girl, in her eighteenth year, with much about her that indicated the seclusion of a country girl, combined with the mind and manners of a gentlewoman—the promise of future elegance, in addition to existing beauty: we will take the present time for introducing them more intimately to our readers.
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CHAPTER I.
"I think dear Miss Hemingford cannot be well to-night, she looks sometimes pale, and sometimes flushed, and has walked up and down that espalier walk this half hour—what can be the matter with her, Mrs. Aylmer?"
The lady to whom this enquiry was addressed, well knew that it was made from the kindest motives; she therefore replied,—
"Dora and myself, Mrs. Longden, are alike in a state of great anxiety, on the subject of a letter we expect to-night from her parents, to whom I have written, requesting their permission to take her with me to the south of France, to which place, you know, I am ordered, for the benefit of my health."
"If you could entertain a doubt of their ready acquiescence, you might well be anxious; but surely it is impossible they could think of removing her from you at that time, when your health requires the care of an affectionate and grateful daughter?"
"I hope they will not,—yet some of their late letters have indicated such an intention; and so material a change in my residence may have a tendency to confirm a wavering resolution."
"In my opinion," replied the good neighbour, "they will act most ungratefully towards you, and cruelly towards her, if they divide you;—you have reared her from infancy,—nursed her from a sickly plant, into a blooming flower, and—"
Mrs. Longden spoke warmly, for she was really moved; but perceiving that her auditor, who was but slowly recovering from a severe illness, became too much affected, she checked herself, and after a pause, added in a soothing tone—
"To be sure, if you are obliged to part, you will have the advantage of being with the Sydenhams, who are the best people in the world;—and she, poor girl, will, I hope, bear the trial well; she is of such a sweet temper, such a patient disposition."
"Dora is, indeed, of a sweet temper, Mrs. Longden, and has great patience, considering that her sensibility is so acute as to render equanimity difficult. She is gentle, loving, full of kindness, and so utterly devoid of selfishness, that she may be said to live in, and for, her fellow-creatures; she will, therefore, doubtless, exercise self-controul for the sake of others, and whatever she may feel, will not complain."
"There is a principle of Patience," continued Mrs. Aylmer, in a subdued and solemn voice, "founded on more awful and affecting views,—the patience of a Christian,—the submissive resignation of a humble soul, which receives sorrow, injustice, and offence, as the chastisements of a heavenly Father;—this higher, purer, gospel-planted patience, I hope my Dora is not devoid of; but the quiet tenor of our lives has not hitherto called it into action:—should she enter the world without me by her side, I fear she may too soon be called upon to practise it."
At this moment the subject of her remarks entered the room, to invite them to walk in the garden, and see the setting sun throw his parting rays upon the rippling Usk, on whose banks they dwelt; but Mrs. Longden, aware that the moments were now precious, took leave. Mrs. Aylmer, after due wrapping up, accepted her young friend's arm, less to partake of pleasure than to evade solicitude.
As it was a period full of tender recollections, and awakened feelings to these friends, one of whom was still a handsome, though delicate woman in middle life; the other a tall, slender, half-formed girl, in her eighteenth year, with much about her that indicated the seclusion of a country girl, combined with the mind and manners of a gentlewoman—the promise of future elegance, in addition to existing beauty: we will take the present time for introducing them more intimately to our readers.
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