Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Joscelyn: A Tale of the Revolution >> Chapter XI: The Crisis >> Page 104

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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
Transcription 104JOSCELYN
his hands, and uttering deep moans at intervals, mixed with the fre-
quent ejaculation :
"My son! my son!"
But, in a little while, he started up with a cry.
"The family burial-place ! Ah ! to be cleaned ! to be put in order,
and for whom? My God! my God! have mercy upon me! Spare
him!�spare him, 0! Father of mercy, for his own sake, if not for
mine!"
Miss Janet Porter, at parting, had found it necessary to inflict a
keen and piercing wound. She had done enough, and paused just at
the right moment. She knew the old man better than he knew him-
self�comprehended fully the fact that, in his arrogance and self-
esteem, he had really not allowed himself to hear, or to take in, the
import of anything that Martin Joscelyn had sought to communicate.
In the confidence of his strength the strength of his will, the intens-
ity of his prejudices, and the gigantic force of his passions, his reason
was not to be reached by one whom he already beheld with a sinister
aspect. He regarded Martin Joscelyn as one who was engaged in
beguiling his son from his loyalty, and he was too much bent on
goading the young man, and driving him from his presence, with
sharp sarcasm, to be, in any degree, conscious of the full force of that
revelation, which, made to him by another party, went directly home
to his feelings. It was necessary that Miss Janet, in order to reach
his reason, should penetrate through the crust of arrogance and self-
esteem, and strike keenly at his heart itself. It was done, in her
peculiar way, firmly and fearlessly, but tenderly still. She touched
him to the quick without irritating his self-esteem.
We leave him to the restlessness of those tortures which a con-
science suddenly awakened knows but too well how to inflict.
Accompanied by Annie Dunbar, Miss Janet drove down to the
lodgings of Martin Joscelyn. He met them at the entrance.
"How's Walter now?"
"Just the same! "
"And now, Martin, you must give up your room to me and Annie,"
said Miss Janet. "You can find other lodgings for yourself."
"Yes, certainly, but I must see Walter, you know must stay with
him."