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All such questions I leave, and must leave, to experts, such experts as" and he mentioned the names of some of the leading scholars of the English Church "or as my friend here", and he laid his hand affectionately on Canon Aylwin's knee. 'Strange!
What wonder that from my very childhood my aunt took a prejudice against me, and predicted for me a career 'as deplorable as Cyril Aylwin's, and sympathised with my mother in her terror of the Gypsy strain in my father's branch of the family? Her tastes and instincts being intensely aristocratic, she suffered a martyrdom from her ever present consciousness of this disgrace.
'That's not true, I said in a rather loud voice. He started up, and turned round, saying in a hectoring voice, 'What was that you said to me? Will you repeat your words? 'To repeat one's words, I said quietly, 'shows a limited vocabulary, so I will put it thus, what you said just now about Sinfi Lovell being the mistress of Cyril Aylwin's cousin is a lie. 'You dare to give me the lie, sir?
Then came the picture of the poor scarred breast, the love-token, and the martyrdom that came to him who had too deeply loved, and smile and frown both passed from my face as I murmured, 'Poor father! he famous! 'Philip Aylwin's son! said Wilderspin, staring at me. Then, raising his hat as reverentially to me as if I had been the son of Shakespeare himself, he said, 'Mr.
A writer in the Literary World, in some admirable remarks upon this story, is, as far as I know, the only critic who has dwelt upon the extraordinary character of 'Philip Aylwin. He says: 'The melancholy, the spiritual isolation, and the passionate love of this master-mystic for his dead wife are so finely rendered that the reader's sympathies go out at once to this most pathetic and lonely figure....It would be difficult for any sensitive man or woman to follow Philip Aylwin's story as related by his son without the tribute of aching heart and scalding tears.
The challenge of such a life and conviction as Canon Aylwin's is a searching one. It bids one look deep into one's self, it calls one to truth and soberness. What I seem to see is that he and I both approach Christianity with a prepossession, with, as he says, "a philosophy."
'You may call him that, you may even qualify the noun you have used with an adjective if the author of the Proverbial Philosophy can think of one that is properly descriptive and yet not too unparliamentary. So you are Cyril Aylwin's kinsman. I have heard him, he said, with a smile that he tried in vain to suppress, 'I have heard Cyril expatiate on the various branches of the Aylwin family.
An involuntary 'haw, haw! came from Sleaford, but looking towards my mother and perceiving that she was listening with intense eagerness, he said: 'Ten thousand pardons, but Cyril Aylwin's droll stories, don't you know? they will hang it all keep comin' up and makin' a fellow laugh.
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