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16 THE VISION OF OLD ANDREW THE WEA VER,<br />
He turned round to leave <strong>the</strong> place, when <strong>the</strong> music ceased,<br />
and at <strong>the</strong> same moment it appeared to him that a number <strong>of</strong><br />
persons thrust <strong>the</strong>ir arms past him, as if eager to grasp some<br />
object outside <strong>the</strong> mist, and almost as instantaneously a f<strong>or</strong>m<br />
flitted by him into <strong>the</strong> ohancel, -which he fancied could be no<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r than Lady Es<strong>the</strong>r. No sooner, <strong>the</strong>ref<strong>or</strong>e, could he again<br />
see <strong>the</strong> nave, than he looked f<strong>or</strong> her in <strong>the</strong> place where she had<br />
knelt, and true enough, she was no longer <strong>the</strong>re. Ano<strong>the</strong>r had<br />
taken her place, however, and Andrew felt a gush <strong>of</strong> joy through<br />
his veins when he saw that it was <strong>the</strong> knight <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> black mar-<br />
ble tomb. /<br />
" I thought," he said to lumself, "that <strong>the</strong> choir was singing<br />
those last w<strong>or</strong>ds with m<strong>or</strong>e earnestness than ever, and now I<br />
see God could mo longer refuse <strong>the</strong>ir prayer."<br />
But he did not stop to look if <strong>the</strong>re were any o<strong>the</strong>r changes<br />
in <strong>the</strong> nave, f<strong>or</strong> he felt that <strong>the</strong> admonition <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> angel applied<br />
to this part <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>church</strong>, equally with <strong>the</strong> chancel. He had<br />
no business here, now that he had refused to change places<br />
with any <strong>of</strong> those who had come in bef<strong>or</strong>e him. 80 he hastened<br />
as fast as he could towards <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong>, merely turning his<br />
head f<strong>or</strong> a moment to take one m<strong>or</strong>e look at <strong>the</strong> great crucifix<br />
above <strong>the</strong> screen. It seemed to him m<strong>or</strong>e gl<strong>or</strong>ious and touching<br />
than ever. <strong>The</strong> wounds were flashing with a s<strong>of</strong>t and<br />
soothing radiance, <strong>the</strong> countenance w<strong>or</strong>e a benignant and encouraging<br />
smile, and <strong>the</strong> eyes were fixed upon him with an ex-<br />
to do. Did nt I tell you that you'd see here what would do you<br />
good? Try to make good use <strong>of</strong> it <strong>the</strong>n."<br />
As he spoke <strong>the</strong>se w<strong>or</strong>ds, Andrew had just stepped over <strong>the</strong><br />
threshold, and he closed <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong>.<br />
It was pitch dark, and <strong>the</strong> sudden transition from <strong>the</strong> intense<br />
light <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>church</strong>, had a bewildering effect upon <strong>the</strong> old man;<br />
f<strong>or</strong> he seemed to himself to stumble and to strike his head<br />
against some hard substance, and <strong>the</strong>n he completely lost his<br />
recollection.<br />
He was roused by a shake from no very gentle hand ;<br />
and<br />
rough voice at <strong>the</strong> same time called out, " What do you mean<br />
by lying here all night, you drunken vagabond ?" He started<br />
up in terr<strong>or</strong>. It was broad daylight, and by his side <strong>the</strong> sexton<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> village was standing with his spade and mattock on<br />
his shoulder.<br />
" What Andrew, you I" he exclaimed, as <strong>the</strong> old man turned<br />
his face towards him " I had a ;<br />
better opinion <strong>of</strong> you than this,<br />
but I've foun'd you out at last it seems. I saw you come totter-<br />
ing up <strong>the</strong> hill last night, and pitied you. I little thought you'd<br />
been to your old Popish priest f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> sake <strong>of</strong> his ale. You<br />
must have been precious drunk. And only to think how you<br />
were thumping your head just now against <strong>the</strong> grave-stone<br />
<strong>the</strong>re. Why you look daft man I Ain't you sober yet ?"<br />
Andrew felt nettled, and was going to reply sharply, when<br />
<strong>the</strong> recollection <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> lessons he had heard came back to his<br />
mind, and he checked himself, and simply thanknd <strong>the</strong> sexton<br />
f<strong>or</strong> having waked him. His meekness was not without its re-<br />
ward, f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> surly fellow was immediately s<strong>of</strong>tened and walked<br />
away, hoping that he had'nt taken cold by sleeping on <strong>the</strong><br />
grass.<br />
Andrew now sat up and began to collect hi* scattered<br />
thoughts ; but it took him some time, f<strong>or</strong> his head was aching<br />
violently, evidently from a bruise. He was sitting on <strong>the</strong> very<br />
grave where he had rested himself after his walk <strong>the</strong> preceding<br />
pression <strong>the</strong> same as that <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> m<strong>or</strong>e moving and inspiriting.<br />
saintly monk, but ten-fold<br />
Andrew's impulse was to oast<br />
himself on his knees and protest that that smile and that<br />
glance should cheer him through all <strong>the</strong> trials that awaited<br />
him, but he again recollected where he was, and turned to <strong>the</strong><br />
western do<strong>or</strong>.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re he found <strong>the</strong> friendly verger with his hand on <strong>the</strong><br />
massive lock ready to let him out. He looked as resigned, and<br />
old Andrew thought happier than bef<strong>or</strong>e, f<strong>or</strong> he smiled as he<br />
said to him, " <strong>The</strong>re's no need asking you what you determined<br />
evening. <strong>The</strong> <strong>church</strong>-yard and everything about him looked<br />
precisely <strong>the</strong> same as <strong>the</strong>y had ever done <strong>the</strong> ; grave beneath<br />
was undisturbed, except that <strong>the</strong> grass and moss were flattened,<br />
as if he had lain <strong>the</strong>re all <strong>the</strong> night.<br />
Yet he could'nt bring himself to believe that all he had seen<br />
was only a dream. He examined m<strong>or</strong>e closely to see if <strong>the</strong>re<br />
was any crack <strong>or</strong> crevice below <strong>the</strong> grass, but no, all was firm<br />
as if it had not been moved f<strong>or</strong> years. He read <strong>the</strong> lines on <strong>the</strong><br />
tomb-stone, but it b<strong>or</strong>e ra<strong>the</strong>r a recent date, and <strong>the</strong>re was no<br />
mention <strong>of</strong> an Alderman upon it. So f<strong>or</strong> awhile he was sadly<br />
puzzled, till at length, he concluded that <strong>the</strong> lesson he had<br />
learnt was a good one,come how it might, and he resolved m<strong>or</strong>e-<br />
over to put it in immediate practice.<br />
"So, here's to <strong>the</strong> W<strong>or</strong>khouse, since it is <strong>the</strong> will <strong>of</strong> God,"<br />
he said, as with some difficulty he got up and hobbled away.<br />
Yet he did not f<strong>or</strong>get <strong>the</strong> parting admonition <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> old verger,<br />
f<strong>or</strong> bef<strong>or</strong>e he had reached <strong>the</strong> wicket gate leading down to <strong>the</strong><br />
village, he had <strong>of</strong>fered up to heaven m<strong>or</strong>e than one fervent<br />
prayer f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> souls in purgat<strong>or</strong>y.<br />
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