Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Mellichampe: A Legend of the Santee >> Chapter XXIV: Sketches of the Strife >> Page 218

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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 218 3 ELLICHAMPE.
to give a zest to pleasure by sometimes changing its aspect;
as in conserves we employ a slight bitter, in order to relieve
pleasantly the cloying insipidity of their sweet. She had
never yet seen in Sorrow the twin-sister of Humanity, born
with it at its birth, keeping due pace with it, though perhaps
unseen, in its progress throug)r the flowery places as well as
through the tangled wilderness; clinging to it, inseparably,
through all its fortunes ; clouding, at times, its most pleasant
sunshine with a look of reproof; chiding its sweetest anticipa-
tions with the language of homily; and pressing it downward,
at last, to the embrace of their common mother Earth, until
even Hope takes its flight, yielding the struggle for the pres-
ent, and possibly withholding its. assurance from the future.
Thus, utterly uneducated by the heart's best tutors, the
novel terrors now before her eyes left her entirely without
support in reflection. She was convulsed with apprehension;
the fierce oaths of the hurrying troops grated with a new form
of danger upon her fancy ; every wild shout smote painfully
upon her senses; and the sharp shot, directed, as she now
knew it to be, against the bosom of a feeling and a living man
while teaching her properly to realize the truth, totally un-
nerved and left her powerless. She shrank upon the floor in
her terrors, as the dreadful din came to her ears, and crawled
to the window, where her cousin sat in speechless apprehen-
sion. There, like a frightened child, She sat clinging to the
drapery of Janet, while continued sobs and momentary excla-
mations betrayed her new consciousness of danger, and her own
inadequacy of strength to contend with it.
How different was the deportment of Janet ! How subdued
her grief how unobtrusive her emotions how sustained her
spirit how governing her reason ! She shrunk not from the
contemplation of that danger whose terrors her mind had long
since been taught to contemplate at a distance. Drawing her
chair beside a little window, which looked forth directly upon
the scene of battle, and scarcely in perfect security from its
random shot, she gazed upon the progress of events, and exhib-
ited in comparison with Rose, who sat upon the floor and saw
nothing, but little consciousness, and certainly no fears, of its