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‘
The
elder
brother
married
her
.
She
was
in
Heaven
before
long
,
and
left
him
with
an
infant
daughter
.
‘
If
you
have
seen
the
picture
-
gallery
of
any
one
old
family
,
you
will
remember
how
the
same
face
and
figure
—
often
the
fairest
and
slightest
of
them
all
—
come
upon
you
in
different
generations
;
and
how
you
trace
the
same
sweet
girl
through
a
long
line
of
portraits
—
never
growing
old
or
changing
—
the
Good
Angel
of
the
race
—
abiding
by
them
in
all
reverses
—
redeeming
all
their
sins
—
‘
In
this
daughter
the
mother
lived
again
.
You
may
judge
with
what
devotion
he
who
lost
that
mother
almost
in
the
winning
,
clung
to
this
girl
,
her
breathing
image
.
She
grew
to
womanhood
,
and
gave
her
heart
to
one
who
could
not
know
its
worth
.
Well
!
Her
fond
father
could
not
see
her
pine
and
droop
.
He
might
be
more
deserving
than
he
thought
him
.
He
surely
might
become
so
,
with
a
wife
like
her
.
He
joined
their
hands
,
and
they
were
married
.
‘
Through
all
the
misery
that
followed
this
union
;
through
all
the
cold
neglect
and
undeserved
reproach
;
through
all
the
poverty
he
brought
upon
her
;
through
all
the
struggles
of
their
daily
life
,
too
mean
and
pitiful
to
tell
,
but
dreadful
to
endure
;
she
toiled
on
,
in
the
deep
devotion
of
her
spirit
,
and
in
her
better
nature
,
as
only
women
can
.
Her
means
and
substance
wasted
;
her
father
nearly
beggared
by
her
husband
’
s
hand
,
and
the
hourly
witness
(
for
they
lived
now
under
one
roof
)
of
her
ill
-
usage
and
unhappiness
,
—
she
never
,
but
for
him
,
bewailed
her
fate
.
Patient
,
and
upheld
by
strong
affection
to
the
last
,
she
died
a
widow
of
some
three
weeks
’
date
,
leaving
to
her
father
’
s
care
two
orphans
;
one
a
son
of
ten
or
twelve
years
old
;
the
other
a
girl
—
such
another
infant
child
—
the
same
in
helplessness
,
in
age
,
in
form
,
in
feature
—
as
she
had
been
herself
when
her
young
mother
died
.
‘
The
elder
brother
,
grandfather
to
these
two
children
,
was
now
a
broken
man
;
crushed
and
borne
down
,
less
by
the
weight
of
years
than
by
the
heavy
hand
of
sorrow
.
With
the
wreck
of
his
possessions
,
he
began
to
trade
—
in
pictures
first
,
and
then
in
curious
ancient
things
.
He
had
entertained
a
fondness
for
such
matters
from
a
boy
,
and
the
tastes
he
had
cultivated
were
now
to
yield
him
an
anxious
and
precarious
subsistence
.
‘
The
boy
grew
like
his
father
in
mind
and
person
;
the
girl
so
like
her
mother
,
that
when
the
old
man
had
her
on
his
knee
,
and
looked
into
her
mild
blue
eyes
,
he
felt
as
if
awakening
from
a
wretched
dream
,
and
his
daughter
were
a
little
child
again
.
The
wayward
boy
soon
spurned
the
shelter
of
his
roof
,
and
sought
associates
more
congenial
to
his
taste
.
The
old
man
and
the
child
dwelt
alone
together
.
‘
It
was
then
,
when
the
love
of
two
dead
people
who
had
been
nearest
and
dearest
to
his
heart
,
was
all
transferred
to
this
slight
creature
;
when
her
face
,
constantly
before
him
,
reminded
him
,
from
hour
to
hour
,
of
the
too
early
change
he
had
seen
in
such
another
—
of
all
the
sufferings
he
had
watched
and
known
,
and
all
his
child
had
undergone
;
when
the
young
man
’
s
profligate
and
hardened
course
drained
him
of
money
as
his
father
’
s
had
,
and
even
sometimes
occasioned
them
temporary
privation
and
distress
;
it
was
then
that
there
began
to
beset
him
,
and
to
be
ever
in
his
mind
,
a
gloomy
dread
of
poverty
and
want
.
He
had
no
thought
for
himself
in
this
.
His
fear
was
for
the
child
.
It
was
a
spectre
in
his
house
,
and
haunted
him
night
and
day
.
‘
The
younger
brother
had
been
a
traveller
in
many
countries
,
and
had
made
his
pilgrimage
through
life
alone
.
His
voluntary
banishment
had
been
misconstrued
,
and
he
had
borne
(
not
without
pain
)
reproach
and
slight
for
doing
that
which
had
wrung
his
heart
,
and
cast
a
mournful
shadow
on
his
path
.
Apart
from
this
,
communication
between
him
and
the
elder
was
difficult
,
and
uncertain
,
and
often
failed
;
still
,
it
was
not
so
wholly
broken
off
but
that
he
learnt
—
with
long
blanks
and
gaps
between
each
interval
of
information
—
all
that
I
have
told
you
now
.
‘
Then
,
dreams
of
their
young
,
happy
life
—
happy
to
him
though
laden
with
pain
and
early
care
—
visited
his
pillow
yet
oftener
than
before
;
and
every
night
,
a
boy
again
,
he
was
at
his
brother
’
s
side
