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"Yee," old Jane assented, "but He likes sense, Athalia, and there ain't any reason why two of us shouldn't take turns settin' up with her tonight." "This is my service," Athalia said, smiling joyously. Eldress Hannah, lying with closed eyes, said, suddenly: "Athalia, don't be foolish and conceited. You go right along to your bed; Jane and Mary'll look after me."
He there tells us, that the sublime in writing rises either from the nobleness of the thought, the magnificence of the words, or the harmonious and lively turn of the phrase, and that the perfect sublime rises from all these three in conjunction together. He produces an instance of this perfect sublime in four verses from the Athalia of Monsieur Racine.
Perhaps Athalia missed them; perhaps, under her spiritual passion, she was piqued that earthly passion was so readily silenced. But, if she was, she did not know it. She was entirely sincere and intensely happy in a new experience. It was a long winter of argument; and then suddenly, in early April, the break came.... "I WILL go; I have a right to save my soul!"
"Yee, if you think best," he said. "I do think best," the old woman said. He went, a bent, elderly man in a gray coat, threading his wavering way through the noisy buffet of the streets of the city where Athalia had elected to dwell. He found her in a gaudy hotel, full of the glare of pushing, hurrying life. He sat down at her bedside, a little breathless, and looked at her with mild, remote eyes.
So, as things were, they were able to live in humdrum prosperity which gave Lewis plenty of time to browse about among his grandfather's old theological books, and by-and-by to become a very sound Hebrew scholar, and spared Athalia much wholesome occupation which would have been steadying to her eager nature.
ATHALIA HALL stopped to get her breath and look back over the road climbing steeply up from the covered bridge. It was a little after five, and the delicate air of dawn was full of wood and pasture scents the sweetness of bay and the freshness of dew-drenched leaves. In the valley night still hung like gauze under the trees, but the top of the hill was glittering with sunshine.
I feel it in my finger tips. Ah!" she cried, suddenly flinging up her head till the pendants of the crown clashed again. "I could have been magnificent. You don't believe it. Listen. This is Athalia the queen in the Old Testament, you remember." "Hold on," he protested. "I thought you were this Theodora person." "I know but never mind. I am anything I choose. Sit down; listen.
But she had left him, stumbling blindly as she walked, her face hidden in her hands. Lewis went back into his house, and, lighting his lamp, sat down to pore over one of Brother Nathan's books. He was concerned, but he smiled a little; it was so like Athalia to cry when she was happy! He did not see his wife for several days.
"She is, as I told her own ambassador in Milan, a modern Athalia, a daughter of Jezebel," said Napoleon, interrupting him vehemently. "But patience, patience, I shall punish her for her bitter hatred and intrigues." "Sire, it was in your power to receive ardent love at the hands of Queen Caroline, instead of her hatred, which is, perhaps, nothing but concealed love.
'First that which is natural; then that which is spiritual." "I don't understand," she said, faintly; "you are not a Shaker?" "No," he said, "not yet. But perhaps some day I am trying to follow you, Athalia." She caught her breath with a frightened look. "Follow ME?" Then she burst out crying. "Why, Tay!" he said, bewildered; "what is it, dear?"
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