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Australian Tales - Setis

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“My career in this country has not been an unruffled one, far from it, I<br />

have had my trials, sir, but I believe I have not had more than was<br />

essential to keep me humble; for uninterrupted prosperity is very<br />

dangerous, and is apt to engender pride and self-importance. But<br />

whatever troubles I had in my business affairs, I had always peace and<br />

comfort at home; and with the exception of one blighting source of<br />

anxiety, which I alluded to last night, my home circle was always a<br />

happy one. When reverses overtook me, it was then that I most felt the<br />

sympathy and cheering counsel of my dear wife; and I found that the<br />

stormy blasts of adversity only made her cling closer to my side.<br />

Twenty-three years ago I was all but ruined, in common with many other<br />

wealthy colonists. I had extensive landed possessions certainly, and<br />

sheep and cattle too, but, commercially speaking, they were almost<br />

valueless, for a monetary panic over-spread the country, and there was<br />

scarcely a possibility of selling property, either real or personal, except at<br />

mere nominal prices. I must tell you that I had retired from my office<br />

some years before, an independent man; in fact, I supposed myself to be<br />

wealthy, and had lived in a style proportionate to my means.<br />

“I recollect going home one evening very much cast down with the<br />

pressure of my pecuniary embarrassments, and I said to my wife,<br />

‘Nanny, my love, I have tried as long as I could to save you from the<br />

anxiety of knowing our involved circumstances, but I can't longer<br />

conceal from you the fact, that we are on the verge of ruin.’ How do you<br />

think she bore the news, sir. Did she cry, do you suppose, as some<br />

women would have done, and reproach me with want of judgment, or the<br />

like? or did she shudder at the approach of poverty and say, that she<br />

could not do without this or that luxury or comfort? Nothing of the sort,<br />

sir. She clasped her hands round my neck, and with her usual cheering<br />

smile, said, ‘Davy, dear, I am sorry you did not tell me this before, that I<br />

might have shared your burden of anxiety. But cheer up, love! we both<br />

know how to work, and we are not too proud to do anything that is<br />

honourable. We have a good reputation left to us, and good health too<br />

— let us be thankful for these blessings. Above all, “we know that all<br />

things work together for good, to them that love God.” And that is a<br />

consolation which we may claim, for we both love God, and have<br />

hitherto trusted in Him. “Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be<br />

afraid.” Listen to some of my plans, dear. We can take a small house, and<br />

manage with only one servant, or without a servant at all if needs be; and<br />

it will surprise you how little money I shall require to keep house with,<br />

for I know how to bake, and to make candles, and butter, and a score of<br />

other things which will save outlay of money. Then we can do without<br />

new clothes for a year or more, and who knows what may take place in<br />

that time? Cheer up, Davy, dear! “The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness<br />

thereof,” I am sure he will not let us want.’

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