Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 36 MELLICHAMPE.
" You're but young, yet, Airnest, and it a'n't time yet for
you to talk so. You haven't had a full trial yet, and you're
only at the beginning´┐Ż as one may say, jist at the threshold
of the world, and ha'n't quite taken your first step into it.
Wait a little ; and if you've had a little nonplush at the begin-
ning, why, man, I tell you, lain from it for it's a sort of
lesson, which, if you lam it well, will make you so much the
wiser to get on afterward, and so much the happier when the
storm blows over. Now, I don't think it so bad for them that
has misfortunes from the jump. They are always the best
people after all ; but them that has sunshine always at first, I
never yet knew one that could stand a shower. They're always
worried at everything and everybody´┐Żquarrelling with this
weather, and quarrelling with that, and never able to make the
most of what comes up to 'em. Hold on, Airnest shut your
te!tli, and. keep in your breath, and stand to it a leetle
longer. That's my way ; and, when I keep to it, I'm always
sure to see that leetle white speck I've been telling about,
wearing away all round, till it comes right before my eyes,
and there it sticks, and don't move till the sunlight comes out
again."
You may be right in your philosophy," responded the
youth, and I would that I could adopt it for my own ; but my
experience rejects, and my heart does not feel it. These
evils have come too fast and too suddenly upon me. My father
cruelly murdered my mother driven away from the home
of my ancestors that home confiscated, and given to the
murderer and I, a hunted, and, if taken, a doomed man ! It
is too much for my contemplation. My blood boils, my brain
burns I can not think, and when I do it is only to madden."
The speaker paused in. deepest emotion. His hand clasped
his forehead, and he sank forward, with his face prone to the
earth upon which he had been reclining. His companion
lifted his hand, which he took into his own, and, with a deep
solicitude of manner, endeavored, after his own humble fashion
of argument and speech, to exhort his youthful and almost
despairing associate to better thoughts and renewed energy.
Look up, Airnest, my clear boy, look up, and listen to me,