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186 THE BECOUD OF A VANISHED LIFE.
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I Went Abroad. All The Fairest Scenes Of...
not unkind merel to her unkindness . And she , but with even her keen the want sensitive of feelings kindness , felt so
"bitterly . y From such wretchedness , there is but one escape ; for into such a misery hope . there I knew is but untold one prospect that — she a prospect looked which through grows her
unhappy life , longing onl , y for life , ' s end . cottag For e me in , I which retired I to now this write littl . e , quiet Stillness village gathered . I boug round ht me the _,,
like evening round a lonely mere . I retreated from active life _,, away as a soldier from their , sick hot and march weary , , and lingers crawls behind into his the comrades Indian , jung steals le
to die , exhausted and alone . Action is the true relief to which man turns from the sorrows of the heart or the heaviness of thought . After the first
weariness torpor of — rest that , as exhaustion I recovered which from is worse the than exhau the stion shock of long of a .
of great of rny literature sorrow business . —I When , drud too , gery soug harassed , I ht had for b occupation had y the so many long . , crushing At thoug firs hts t I pressure thoug which ht I
and then form longed . Time , had and I time calm and had calm come , to ; the work thoug out hts into were art shape still was there postponed , or could from be easil day y to recalled day . , and yet the work lingered _,,
Ambition The truth was was killed , the wi mainspring thin me of iration my life was was weak broken and .
flickering ; the force , the energy , the ; asp self-reliance necessary for had the effort hi and h mission the conflict if I were were chosen wanting and . I ifted asked to myself reveal hi if h I any
truths to g men ? The , dead answer fell dull g y upon dispirited g faculties almost lost , and the palsied facult ambition of hop . ing Always . I no deficient longer in " yearned hope , I had for
human praise ; " I doubted y of higher and more divine inspiration . All things seemed to me staleflatand
unprofitable . Uncertain of that gift which weary , makes , writing , a duty ; , I would not struggle for human reward . And yet the old
impulses stirred at times within me ; the former visions visited me and , fel if t onl thankful y to disquiet that I . could I wrote still , occasional relish versing ly , little " but poems what ,
I wrote was written to appease inner impulse , and not ; from any hope of fameor desire for publicity . Mhew will find the
verses written , at this period among my y papers nep . His will be the first eye that will see themand that onlafter mine are
closed for ever . . , y had But been one the return idol s of always my boy to hoocl the , firs solaced t love my . That seclusion art , which ; and
easel some . of my quietest and happiest hours were passed over the *
186 The Becoud Of A Vanished Life.
186 THE BECOUD OF A VANISHED LIFE .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), May 2, 1864, page 186, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_02051864/page/42/
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