The Wildfire Club - The Emma Hardinge Britten Archive
The Wildfire Club - The Emma Hardinge Britten Archive
The Wildfire Club - The Emma Hardinge Britten Archive
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LIFE. 117<br />
'Twas midnight, and still the widow watched the moveless<br />
dead. Her selfish grief enchained her to his bier, and<br />
the frail ·and delicately-nurtured lady, who, with dripping<br />
garments and sinking frame, had scarce withstood the action<br />
of the storm, the late terrific scene and present desolation,<br />
lay in a corner of the room beneath a thin old rug, while<br />
her distracted father hung in helpless agony over her evidently<br />
dying form. Suddenly the red glare of the pine<br />
torch became extinct, while a light, soft, mellow, and unearthly,<br />
diffused itself throughout the hu.t, and gilded the<br />
scene with more than midday power. A low strain of<br />
music, at first so distant that it sounded like an echo from<br />
another world, but growing nearer until it filled the whole<br />
chamber with delicious melody, crept over the listening ear,<br />
and stilled the mourners into silent transport. And now<br />
revolving mists floated around, first dimly shadowing every<br />
object to their view, then forming into a gauzy medium, in<br />
which they saw reflected a diorama of a scene more fair<br />
than mortal eyes had ever beheld before.<br />
<strong>The</strong> fabled paradise· of Persia, the Elysian fields which<br />
ancients loved to dream of, no fabled Eden ever was so fair<br />
all this most radiant landscape; while moving here and<br />
there were forms of light and joyous faces seen, whom each<br />
remembered to have perished in the storm. <strong>The</strong>re was the<br />
patient mother with her smiling babe, the little ship-boy,<br />
and the captain bold, each gallant mate, and, last of all,<br />
they saw the strong, brave men who perished in the strife,<br />
to save the wailing, helpless, shipwrecked crew. <strong>The</strong> brave<br />
young fisherman, the w.idow's love, with free, bold step and<br />
smiling face, was there, and he it was whose soft, low speech<br />
was heard sounding from out the mist-the voice of one,<br />
rolling from an illimitable distance, and yet borne, free,<br />
clear, and bell-like, through the realms of space.