The Wildfire Club - The Emma Hardinge Britten Archive
The Wildfire Club - The Emma Hardinge Britten Archive
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OR THE LAST TENANT. 67<br />
the sun of her life, the 'element of her being, vowing<br />
allegiance to one whom in her inmost consciousness she<br />
believed he could not love.<br />
" I would buy his happiness with the misery of a long<br />
life," she thought. "I would drink the cup of sorrow to<br />
the very dregs; I would steep myself to the very lips in<br />
poverty, suffering,' and want to insure him a life of !lunshine<br />
and peace. But 0, to meet his haggard eyes,<br />
turned 80 imploringly to mine, without the power, or even<br />
now, alas! the right to speak one word of comfort to him!<br />
o Harry, Harry! I could bear thy loss; but I cannot thus<br />
endure to witness thf sufferings! "<br />
Thus, in the depths of her writhing spirit, alone in her<br />
remote little chamber, reasoned the sorrowful girl, while the<br />
village bells rung out their merry peals of hollow, mocking<br />
laughter over the sacrifice of the perjured bridegroom.<br />
Ding dong! ding dong! on they clash and gibber,<br />
while the village maids strew pale roses and spotless lilies<br />
beneath the feet of the fair and haughty bride. Ding<br />
dong! ding dong! pealing on the tuneful requiem of the<br />
dead heart of the m\jerable young bridegroom. Ding<br />
dong! ding dong I they shriek in the ears of the conscience-stricken<br />
father, who bares his white head to the<br />
breeze which seems whispering, " Thou hast sold thy child,<br />
and bartered thy peace of mind for a mess of pottage."<br />
Weep for the mocking mirth of that sinful wedding day.<br />
Mourn for the white lips which pronounced falRe oaths at<br />
the altar dedicated to God and truth. Censure, yet pity,<br />
the guilty father who conspired to crush out the light of<br />
life and. hope from two loving young hearts, that he4lIlight<br />
provide a home and comforts for that doubtful morrow<br />
which man may never dare to call his own.<br />
Din:g dong! ding dong! Will the clash of that mock-