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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68 THE HAUNTED GRANGE.<br />
ing peal of hollow joy never end? Evening comes. and<br />
the quiet village sleeps, while the silence of the brokenhearted<br />
rests on the loud-tongued church steeple. <strong>The</strong><br />
bridal party close round the social board; the old man<br />
smiles wanly upon the group; the sullen bridegroom plays<br />
abstractedly with the orange blossoms gleaming through<br />
the dark tresses of the bride. on whose cold. proud, marble<br />
features neither sentiment nor passion leaves its trace to<br />
show that a breathing soul sympathized with its beautiful<br />
but lifeless casket.<br />
And around and amidst them all flits the glancing form<br />
of Hannah; no longer the gleeful chiftl of joy and impulse,<br />
but a quiet. subdued peing, from whom the freshness of<br />
youth and the day-spring of hope had departed forever.<br />
In action she is the Hannah of other days, anticipating<br />
and providing for the wants of all around her; but the<br />
Boul within is changed, and its impress weighs down her<br />
once buoyant step, stamps its rigid lines about the closeset<br />
lips, and ever and anon gleams forth in flashes of wild<br />
agony in the strangely bright but restless eyes.<br />
As the night creeps heavily on. the old man. without<br />
'attempting to meet her wandering glance, asks her to sing<br />
one of the songs he much loved to hear. <strong>The</strong> air is<br />
named; 'tis a merry strain, full of hope and promise, and<br />
might shed some kindred warmth over the weary circle.<br />
Hannah. ever willing to oblige, prepares to accompany herself<br />
on Alice's lute, and a sweet, gay symphony strikes the<br />
first ray of gladness to the heart of that bridal party which<br />
they have known since the sacrifice was consummated.<br />
But, .ven as she attempts to give utterance to the sparkling<br />
metre of the song. the fixed and gleaming eyes upturned<br />
to heaven bespeak a soul rapt and preoccupied;<br />
her fingers stray unconsciously among the strings; strange.