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"
At
such
a
time
,
so
dark
,
so
dreary
,
for
human
sympathy
my
very
spirit
sighed
;
but
instead
thereof
,
"
'M
y
dearest
friend
,
my
counsellor
,
my
comforter
and
guide
--
My
joy
in
grief
,
my
second
bliss
in
joy
,
'
came
to
my
side
.
She
moved
like
one
of
those
bright
beings
pictured
in
the
sunny
walks
of
fancy
's
Eden
by
the
romantic
and
young
,
a
queen
of
beauty
unadorned
save
by
her
own
transcendent
loveliness
.
So
soft
was
her
step
,
it
failed
to
make
even
a
sound
,
and
but
for
the
magical
thrill
imparted
by
her
genial
touch
,
as
other
unobtrusive
beauties
,
she
would
have
glided
away
un-perceived
--
unsought
.
A
strange
sadness
rested
upon
her
features
,
like
icy
tears
upon
the
robe
of
December
,
as
she
pointed
to
the
contending
elements
without
,
and
bade
me
contemplate
the
two
beings
presented
.
"
This
nightmare
occupied
some
ten
pages
of
manuscript
and
wound
up
with
a
sermon
so
destructive
of
all
hope
to
non-Presbyterians
that
it
took
the
first
prize
.
This
composition
was
considered
to
be
the
very
finest
effort
of
the
evening
.
The
mayor
of
the
village
,
in
delivering
the
prize
to
the
author
of
it
,
made
a
warm
speech
in
which
he
said
that
it
was
by
far
the
most
"
eloquent
"
thing
he
had
ever
listened
to
,
and
that
Daniel
Webster
himself
might
well
be
proud
of
it
.
It
may
be
remarked
,
in
passing
,
that
the
number
of
compositions
in
which
the
word
"
beauteous
"
was
over-fondled
,
and
human
experience
referred
to
as
"
life
's
page
,
"
was
up
to
the
usual
average
.
Now
the
master
,
mellow
almost
to
the
verge
of
geniality
,
put
his
chair
aside
,
turned
his
back
to
the
audience
,
and
began
to
draw
a
map
of
America
on
the
blackboard
,
to
exercise
the
geography
class
upon
.
But
he
made
a
sad
business
of
it
with
his
unsteady
hand
,
and
a
smothered
titter
rippled
over
the
house
.
He
knew
what
the
matter
was
,
and
set
himself
to
right
it
.
He
sponged
out
lines
and
remade
them
;
but
he
only
distorted
them
more
than
ever
,
and
the
tittering
was
more
pronounced
.
He
threw
his
entire
attention
upon
his
work
,
now
,
as
if
determined
not
to
be
put
down
by
the
mirth
.
He
felt
that
all
eyes
were
fastened
upon
him
;
he
imagined
he
was
succeeding
,
and
yet
the
tittering
continued
;
it
even
manifestly
increased
.
And
well
it
might
.
There
was
a
garret
above
,
pierced
with
a
scuttle
over
his
head
;
and
down
through
this
scuttle
came
a
cat
,
suspended
around
the
haunches
by
a
string
;
she
had
a
rag
tied
about
her
head
and
jaws
to
keep
her
from
mewing
;
as
she
slowly
descended
she
curved
upward
and
clawed
at
the
string
,
she
swung
downward
and
clawed
at
the
intangible
air
.
The
tittering
rose
higher
and
higher
--
the
cat
was
within
six
inches
of
the
absorbed
teacher
's
head
--
down
,
down
,
a
little
lower
,
and
she
grabbed
his
wig
with
her
desperate
claws
,
clung
to
it
,
and
was
snatched
up
into
the
garret
in
an
instant
with
her
trophy
still
in
her
possession
!
And
how
the
light
did
blaze
abroad
from
the
master
's
bald
pate
--
for
the
sign-painter
's
boy
had
GILDED
it
!
That
broke
up
the
meeting
.
The
boys
were
avenged
.
Vacation
had
come
.
Tom
joined
the
new
order
of
Cadets
of
Temperance
,
being
attracted
by
the
showy
character
of
their
"
regalia
.
"
He
promised
to
abstain
from
smoking
,
chewing
,
and
profanity
as
long
as
he
remained
a
member
.
Now
he
found
out
a
new
thing
--
namely
,
that
to
promise
not
to
do
a
thing
is
the
surest
way
in
the
world
to
make
a
body
want
to
go
and
do
that
very
thing
.
Tom
soon
found
himself
tormented
with
a
desire
to
drink
and
swear
;
the
desire
grew
to
be
so
intense
that
nothing
but
the
hope
of
a
chance
to
display
himself
in
his
red
sash
kept
him
from
withdrawing
from
the
order
.
Fourth
of
July
was
coming
;
but
he
soon
gave
that
up
--
gave
it
up
before
he
had
worn
his
shackles
over
forty-eight
hours
--
and
fixed
his
hopes
upon
old
Judge
Frazer
,
justice
of
the
peace
,
who
was
apparently
on
his
deathbed
and
would
have
a
big
public
funeral
,
since
he
was
so
high
an
official
.
During
three
days
Tom
was
deeply
concerned
about
the
Judge
's
condition
and
hungry
for
news
of
it
.
Sometimes
his
hopes
ran
high
--
so
high
that
he
would
venture
to
get
out
his
regalia
and
practise
before
the
looking-glass
.
But
the
Judge
had
a
most
discouraging
way
of
fluctuating
.
At
last
he
was
pronounced
upon
the
mend
--
and
then
convalescent
.
Tom
was
disgusted
;
and
felt
a
sense
of
injury
,
too
.
He
handed
in
his
resignation
at
once
--
and
that
night
the
Judge
suffered
a
relapse
and
died
.
Tom
resolved
that
he
would
never
trust
a
man
like
that
again
.
The
funeral
was
a
fine
thing
.
The
Cadets
paraded
in
a
style
calculated
to
kill
the
late
member
with
envy
.
Tom
was
a
free
boy
again
,
however
--
there
was
something
in
that
.
He
could
drink
and
swear
,
now
--
but
found
to
his
surprise
that
he
did
not
want
to
.
The
simple
fact
that
he
could
,
took
the
desire
away
,
and
the
charm
of
it
.
