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self. F<strong>or</strong>, he that eateth and drinketh unw<strong>or</strong>thily, eateth<br />
and drinketh judgment to himself, not discerning <strong>the</strong> body <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> L<strong>or</strong>d," at ano<strong>the</strong>r moment stifling his difficulties by <strong>the</strong><br />
remembrance <strong>of</strong> all he had heard from Mr. Grant with no fixed<br />
idea <strong>or</strong> belief, but with his mind one vast chaos <strong>of</strong> uncertainty<br />
and fear, po<strong>or</strong> Edwin approached his first and last communion<br />
in <strong>the</strong> <strong>church</strong> where his f<strong>or</strong>efa<strong>the</strong>rs had so long w<strong>or</strong>shipped.<br />
We say his last, too ; f<strong>or</strong>, he approached no m<strong>or</strong>e. He<br />
was so utterly wretched after receiving <strong>the</strong> bread and wine<strong>the</strong>re<br />
was such a feeling <strong>of</strong> misery and desolation in his heart,<br />
such a want <strong>of</strong> reality and truth about this action, which<br />
should have been so sacred and so full <strong>of</strong> holy joy and conso-<br />
lation that Edwin could never bring himself to repeat it.<br />
Several times Mr. Stanhope reminded him that <strong>the</strong> following<br />
Sunday was a "communion day;" but Edwin received <strong>the</strong><br />
announcement so coldly, merely saying, "Papa, I think I<br />
"<br />
that his fa<strong>the</strong>r did not press him on <strong>the</strong><br />
shall not approach ;<br />
<strong>of</strong> religion, and <strong>the</strong> state he was in, had grown upon him every<br />
day since <strong>the</strong> incidents we have already mentioned, and <strong>the</strong><br />
w<strong>or</strong>kings <strong>of</strong> his active mind had left a langu<strong>or</strong> and paleness on<br />
his fair young cheek, and imparted a weary, anxious look to his<br />
large dark eye, which were painful to look upon, telling, as<br />
<strong>the</strong>y did, <strong>of</strong> a young and loving heart not at peace speaking,<br />
too, through <strong>the</strong> hectic flush which now so <strong>of</strong>ten came upon<br />
him, <strong>of</strong> such pain, and care, and grief, as youthful trusting<br />
hearts like his should never know <strong>or</strong> feel.<br />
But, again, let him take courage. Light and comf<strong>or</strong>t are at<br />
hand ; brightness is near. <strong>The</strong> good Jesus is looking f<strong>or</strong> His<br />
lamb, that with loving hand and mercy breathing voice He may<br />
take it on His shoulders, to carry it home f<strong>or</strong>ever to Himself.<br />
CHAPTEE VI<br />
A CHBI8TMA6 PABTT. CHEISTMAS THOUGHTS AMD FEELINGS.<br />
A PBOPOSAL.<br />
WE have already mentioned that about <strong>the</strong> time Edwin<br />
reached his seventeenth birthday an event occurred which<br />
altered <strong>the</strong> whole course <strong>of</strong> his life. It was Christmas time,<br />
and an invitation had been sent to Edwin to spend a few days<br />
at <strong>the</strong> house <strong>of</strong> Mr. Seymour, an old friend <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Stanhope<br />
family.<br />
Edwin had almost determined to decline <strong>the</strong> invitation,<br />
as he felt every day less and less fitted f<strong>or</strong> society ; but Mr.<br />
Stanhope, who had marked with much uneasiness, <strong>the</strong> increasing<br />
langour <strong>of</strong> his son's appearance, and <strong>the</strong> depression <strong>of</strong><br />
spirits under which he so frequently lab<strong>or</strong>ed, pressed him so<br />
earnestly to go, that at length he ra<strong>the</strong>r unwillingly acceded.<br />
Mr. Seymour woi a fine specimen <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> English merchant.<br />
Bluff, generous, and hearty, he loved to be happy himself, and<br />
to see happy faces smiling around him. He had, at this parti-<br />
THE TWO VICTORIES.<br />
In this stato <strong>of</strong> perplexity and doubt with no one to counsel<br />
<strong>or</strong> instruct liim with no one to whisper in his ear <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ds<br />
<strong>of</strong> truth with all <strong>the</strong> instincts and feelings <strong>of</strong> his nature<br />
prompting him to take <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ds he so <strong>of</strong>ten pondered in <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
plain and literal sense, and with <strong>the</strong>se instincts crushed and<br />
beaten down by <strong>the</strong> teaching to which he was a constant<br />
listener at one moment trembling as he thought again and<br />
again <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> inspired W<strong>or</strong>ds: " <strong>The</strong>ref<strong>or</strong>e, let a man prove him-<br />
wreaths <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> graceful ivy, and every statue <strong>or</strong> figure, with a<br />
hand to hold it, held within its grasp something green to tell<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> happy time. In <strong>the</strong> evening as <strong>the</strong>y sat, a merry band,<br />
round <strong>the</strong> ample hearth, with no o<strong>the</strong>r light than <strong>the</strong> sparkling<br />
flames which burst from <strong>the</strong> yule log, with <strong>the</strong> fresh red berries<br />
glimmering and twinkling so brightly and cheerfully in <strong>the</strong><br />
flickering light, while <strong>the</strong> song, and <strong>the</strong> jest, and <strong>the</strong> tale went<br />
round, with young hearts laughing so gaily and so free from<br />
care, <strong>the</strong> weariest grew glad and <strong>the</strong> s<strong>or</strong>row-stricken were beguiled<br />
f<strong>or</strong> a moment from <strong>the</strong>ir griefs, and <strong>the</strong> drop that was<br />
about to fall into s<strong>or</strong>row's cup was arrested f<strong>or</strong> awhile. When<br />
one <strong>of</strong> Mr. Seymour's sons, a fine open-hearted fellow, during<br />
<strong>the</strong> evening sang <strong>the</strong> following Christmas song, <strong>the</strong>re were few<br />
present, ei<strong>the</strong>r young <strong>or</strong> old, who were untouched, <strong>or</strong> who remained<br />
unmoved as visions <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> past <strong>or</strong> future flitted bef<strong>or</strong>e<br />
<strong>the</strong>m. <strong>The</strong>re were few who remained insensible to <strong>the</strong> deep<br />
feeling, affections, and sympathies which Christmas time, and<br />
cular Christmas, ga<strong>the</strong>red round him a large party, principally<br />
<strong>of</strong> yop.ng persons, and every preparation was being made to<br />
enable <strong>the</strong>m to spend a " merry Christmas" in <strong>the</strong> fullest sense<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>d.<br />
When Edwin arrived on Christmas Eve, he found <strong>the</strong> house<br />
<strong>of</strong> Mr. Seymour dec<strong>or</strong>ated from top to bottom with such a pr<strong>of</strong>usion<br />
<strong>of</strong> holly, ivy, and evergreens <strong>of</strong> all descriptions, that it<br />
appeared a perfect wood. <strong>The</strong>re was a mistletoe hanging from<br />
<strong>the</strong> ro<strong>of</strong> <strong>of</strong> every room, <strong>the</strong> g<strong>or</strong>geous mirr<strong>or</strong>s were framed with<br />
Christmas thoughts, and Christmas songs never fail to awaken.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re were few <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> young whose glowing hearts did not<br />
glow warmer still, and out <strong>of</strong> whose bright eyes <strong>the</strong> happiness<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir hearts did not shine too plainly to be mistaken. <strong>The</strong>re<br />
were few <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> old who were not carried back to times gone<br />
by, when <strong>the</strong>y sat in childish gladness round a well-remembered<br />
hearth, one <strong>of</strong> a happy band now scattered far and wide ;<br />
and what wonder if <strong>the</strong>ir hearts grew full, and <strong>the</strong>ir eyes grew<br />
dim, as <strong>the</strong> light <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir mo<strong>the</strong>r's smile seemed to play about<br />
<strong>the</strong>m once again, and <strong>the</strong> tones <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>r's voice re-echoed<br />
matter, attaching, as he himself did, so little imp<strong>or</strong>tance to it.<br />
Thus Edwin grew up to his seventeenth year, his romantic<br />
nature developing itself m<strong>or</strong>e and m<strong>or</strong>e every day, and his<br />
aspirings after something m<strong>or</strong>e holy and grand than anything<br />
he knew becoming daily stronger and m<strong>or</strong>e marked. Frank,<br />
open and ingenuous, it was in <strong>the</strong>ir souls ; and, at <strong>the</strong> moment mem<strong>or</strong>y<br />
impossible to know him without<br />
loving him and admiring him but his ;<br />
uneasiness on <strong>the</strong> matter<br />
had beguiled <strong>the</strong>m,<br />
and in thought <strong>the</strong>y were heedless children again, <strong>the</strong> vision,<br />
vanished, to be replaced by <strong>the</strong> old <strong>church</strong>yard and <strong>the</strong> turfcovered<br />
mound, with <strong>the</strong> Christmas chime wailing a sad and<br />
plaintive air around <strong>the</strong> graves, like <strong>the</strong> song <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> surging<br />
seb as it breaks f<strong>or</strong> ever on <strong>the</strong> sounding sh<strong>or</strong>e. What wonder<br />
that <strong>the</strong>y f<strong>or</strong>got that <strong>the</strong> chime wailed but f<strong>or</strong> a moment round<br />
<strong>the</strong> graves <strong>of</strong> those who might listen no m<strong>or</strong>e to its song, ere<br />
it went its way on <strong>the</strong> frosty breeze, to carry its message <strong>of</strong><br />
love to young and old, ringing so s<strong>of</strong>tly and with such mugic<br />
sweetness through <strong>the</strong> sacred place, where at midnight hour<br />
<strong>the</strong> kneeling crowd is wrapt in silent prayer, as blazing lights<br />
and sweetest scents and music's thrilling strains are all employed<br />
to greet in humble love and praise <strong>the</strong> God-made Man,<br />
as once again He descends upon <strong>the</strong> altar <strong>of</strong> His love speaking<br />
to <strong>the</strong> schoolboy's heart <strong>of</strong> his mo<strong>the</strong>r's love telling <strong>the</strong><br />
weary <strong>of</strong> rest to come, filling <strong>the</strong> hearts <strong>of</strong> all with love, and<br />
joy, and hope, and bliss.<br />
"I love <strong>the</strong>e right well, with <strong>the</strong> merry swell<br />
Of thy brave old cheery voice ;<br />
As thou ounicHt again, 'mid <strong>the</strong> hail and <strong>the</strong> rain,<br />
And biddest thy children rejoice.<br />
I love <strong>the</strong> s<strong>of</strong>t sheen <strong>of</strong> thy holly green,<br />
And I love on its leaves to gaze ;<br />
I Jove tho glad sight <strong>of</strong> its berries bright,<br />
As <strong>the</strong>y glewoi in <strong>the</strong> yule-log's blaze.<br />
I love <strong>the</strong>e, I love <strong>the</strong>e, I love thy brave chime,<br />
I love <strong>the</strong>e right dearly, thou old Christmas time.<br />
"I love <strong>the</strong>e right well, thou old Christmas bell<br />
As thou swellest adown <strong>the</strong> vale ;<br />
I love thy sweet song, as It flitteth along,<br />
And teUeth <strong>the</strong> Christmas tale.<br />
Cold, cold is <strong>the</strong> heart that taketh no part<br />
In <strong>the</strong> joy <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Christmas time ;<br />
That growoth not light, with glac* visions, and bright<br />
At <strong>the</strong> song <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Christmas chime.<br />
I love <strong>the</strong>e, I love <strong>the</strong>e, I love <strong>the</strong> brave chime.<br />
That greeteth <strong>the</strong>e loudly, thou old Christmas time.<br />
' I love <strong>the</strong>e right well f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> tale thou dost tell<br />
Of days that are vc'lis'd and gone ;<br />
When hearts true and dear met at least once a year<br />
Hound <strong>the</strong> hearth, when thy gladness e'er shone ;<br />
"Where <strong>the</strong> yule-log's s<strong>of</strong>t gleam reflected each beam<br />
Of <strong>the</strong> eye, as we sat in its light ;<br />
Where <strong>the</strong> tale and <strong>the</strong> song iu mirth pass'd along.<br />
And looks in thy presence grew bright.<br />
I love <strong>the</strong>e, I love <strong>the</strong>e, and long f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> chime.<br />
That greeted thoe bravely, thou old Christmas time.<br />
" I love <strong>the</strong>e, old bell, though a tale thou mayst tell<br />
Of hopes that are wi<strong>the</strong>r'd and dead ;<br />
I bleps thy glad peal, though its notes may reveal<br />
<strong>The</strong> absence <strong>of</strong> those who have fled.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n linger awhile around yon old pile,<br />
An J murmur above <strong>the</strong>ir cold clay ;<br />
I'll shed <strong>the</strong> hot tear f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> lost ones so dear,<br />
<strong>The</strong>n Juy with <strong>the</strong> friends <strong>of</strong> to-day.<br />
Oh 1 still do I love <strong>the</strong>e, and love thy brave chime,<br />
And e'er will I love <strong>the</strong>e thou old Christmas time."<br />
<strong>The</strong> evening was far spent, in fact it was close upon mid-<br />
night, when one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> party proposed that <strong>the</strong>y should go to