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248 THE EECOED Or A VANISHED LIFE.
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widel I did from not love first him dreams less , God of what knows I wished , because a son lie of differed mine so to my
be . y . " , \ ¦ . ¦ _' ¦ " . ¦ ¦ ¦ ' : ' fill He the _wasjjborn all ;; " around _; to act them gallan with t deeds thoug , hts not . and to sing fancies of them . Like , or all to
not men apprehen of action d , he the saw mysteries intensel wh y what ich encircle there was action to . do He , hut never did
about stopped doing , with , or Hamlet lived to -like say doubt a thing and was craven to do which scruple seemed , to think to
him manly , daring , right . Love and sympathy taught me to translate myself into his
being ; to go out of my own nature , to think and feel with his . gether He was willing born ly at to first be a sailor but s . till Graduall at length y , surel not , perh I learned aps , alto to
feel and know this . Had , his poor mother been alive y , she could never have borne to have parted with , her son . I was , convinced
that in no other career would he be happy ; and I was convinced rience too , from that bitter a man , bitter can knowled never be ge happy , and from who my is thrust own sad into expe-
suits at , variance with taste and talent he pur I recognized the blessing every of my own trials in the possesses knowled .
which they gave me of what might help and serve him . Oh ge I how hard I tried to spare to my children all the wants and
miseries When of therefore my own he sad told , misunderstood me—witli burning , unfriended cheeks childhood and tear ! -
bright eyes , —with , many fears that I should not approve , , with much dread of giving me pain—that he longed—he did so
nie long read !—to y to be a hel sailor p him , I . had How antici pleased pated , his how wish grateful , and he he found was I
but He would he would have liave become ined any and thing have els led e to a thwarted please his and old aimless father , p , life—as I had . He was then about fourteen—yesjust past
, when fourteen he , went two months to sea . ' past I paid it ; his a premium birthday with was the him 5 th and of June icked
out a fine Indiamanbound to Calcuttaand commanded , p ba Captain Malcolm , a man , who pleased me , very much . y
Henry had learned navigation—how quick he was at _ifc"r ~ though not quick at classicsand some other branches of stud
and he had read all voyages , adventures at seasea-romances y ; andI thinkhe almost knew , the whole of Robinson , Crusoe _^
by heart , . , The month at homebefore he started—school left for
everand the ocean opening , wide before his young and ardent fancy , was a strange time for both of us . He longed so to-go , and
yet he so dreaded parting with , the old father . We went together to London , and together by train to Portsmouth . How I
tried to counsel him , to cheer him—how I loved him ! We
248 The Eecoed Or A Vanished Life.
248 THE EECOED Or A VANISHED LIFE .
English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), June 1, 1864, page 248, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01061864/page/32/