The new Magdalen : a novel . not disturb him! . . As long as Iwas parted from him, I could control my ownweakness; I could accept my hard lot. Buthow can I resist him, after having watchedfor weeks at his bedside ; after having seenhis first smile, and heard his first gratefulwords to me while I was slowly helping himback to life ? There is the tone which she takesthrough four closely written pages of nau-seous humility and clap-trap sentiment! Itis enough to make one despise God, there is the contrast at hand,to remind me of what is due to the betterfew among the sex. I feel that
The new Magdalen : a novel . not disturb him! . . As long as Iwas parted from him, I could control my ownweakness; I could accept my hard lot. Buthow can I resist him, after having watchedfor weeks at his bedside ; after having seenhis first smile, and heard his first gratefulwords to me while I was slowly helping himback to life ? There is the tone which she takesthrough four closely written pages of nau-seous humility and clap-trap sentiment! Itis enough to make one despise God, there is the contrast at hand,to remind me of what is due to the betterfew among the sex. I feel that my mother Epilogue. 28 and my sisters are doubly precious to menow. May I add, on the side of consolation,that I prize with hardly inferior gratitude, theprivilege of corresponding with you ? Farewell, for the present. I am toorudely shaken in my most cherished convic-tions, I am too depressed and disheartened,to write more. All good wishes go with you,dear Miss Roseberry, until we meet. Most truly yours, Horace IV. Extracts from the Diary of The ReverendJulian Gray. FIRST EXTRACT. . A month to-day since we were mar-ried ! I have only one thing to say: I wouldcheerfully go through all that I have suffered,to live this one month over again. I neverknew what happiness was until now. Andbetter still, I have persuaded Mercy that it isall her doing. I have scattered her misgivingsto the winds ; she is obliged to submit toevidence, and to own that she can make thehappiness of my life. We go back to London to-morrow. Sheregrets leaving the tranquil retirement of thisremote seaside place—she dreads change. I Epilogue. 28, care nothing for it. It is all one to me whereI go, so long as my wife is with me. SECOND EXTRACT. The first cloud has risen. I entered theroom unexpectedly just now, and found herin tears. With considerable difficulty I persuadedher to tell me what had happened. Are thereany limits to the mischief that can be done bythe tongue of a foolish woman ? The l
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