The Wildfire Club - The Emma Hardinge Britten Archive
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OR TORN LEAVES FROl( LIFE HISTORY. 193<br />
to utter them; but when they found he did not comprehend<br />
them, stared with a half-sane look that warned of madness,<br />
they let him sing, and," standing by hIs side, the viewless<br />
spirit cheered him to his task. Perhaps she (deeper read<br />
in human life than we poor mortals are) knew this exercise<br />
would save his wavering mind, and keep the strings of<br />
sense from snapping or preying on itself. In cells remote,<br />
and many a dungeon deep, the sweet, wild cadence rang<br />
like echoes from a distant world., <strong>The</strong> shivering captives<br />
heard it, dreamed of choiring angels keepiI?-g watch over<br />
poor mortals' woe, blessed God, and slept in peace. <strong>The</strong><br />
jailers listened, and, with awe-struck souls, told their beads<br />
in quick succession, muttered a prayer, and curses on the<br />
singer. <strong>The</strong> wandering peasant heard it as he crept along<br />
the frowning walls, drew his rough hand across his eyes,<br />
and cried, "God help the poor, lone maniac!" Far out<br />
at sea the lonely ship-boy heard it. Rocked on the "giddy<br />
mast by rushing winds, he thought sqJlle angel's song came<br />
on the blast - a messenger from sainted friends in heaven.<br />
He listened, bowed his head, thought of his home, and<br />
wept.<br />
" Ave Maria!" sang the fisherman upon the shore; and<br />
.. Ave Eulalie !" replied the echo.<br />
" Santa, keep and guard us !" "Hush," they whispered.<br />
"<strong>The</strong> spirits of the murdered dead wail round the castle<br />
of the dark, bold keeper."<br />
One ear alone, with perfect understanding, marked the<br />
strain. This was Augustine's, poor Ernest's noble comrade.<br />
Safe from the skirmish, where he had lost his friend, the<br />
young soldier followed in the course of duty the fugitive<br />
warfare of his unhappy countrymen. This had at length<br />
led him and them in the very neighborhood of the prison<br />
where his friend was lodged. Dear as their improvvisatore<br />
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