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The reader will now perceive that Peter was not speaking of a judgment at the end of time, because the judgment of which he was speaking had then commenced "The time is come."
Here, then, I take leave of this matter for the present. If it appears that I have used language such as is rarely seen in controversy, let the reader remember that the occasion is, so far as I know, unparalleled for the cynicism and audacity with which the wrong complained of was committed and persisted in.
Indeed, I shall be careful to let him know myself should it ever be necessary that he and I should speak together as to this engagement." The squire then told his son the whole story of Mary's birth, as it is known to the reader. Frank sat silent, looking very blank; he also had, as had every Gresham, a great love for his pure blood.
The reader paused again. The day wore on slowly. Barbara did her best to go through the household duties naturally, but the tension was severe. She was perpetually conscious of a fear that, after all, in spite of his confidence in his skill, the stranger might have been tracked and pursued.
Frank seated himself at the table, and wrote his name on the paper. "Very good," said his host, approvingly. "Your hand is good enough for a copyist, but you are correct in supposing that work of that kind is hard to get. Are you a good reader?" "Do you mean in reading aloud, sir?" "Yes." "I will try, if you wish." "Take a book from the table any book and let me hear you read."
"Why, yes, that was it. Are you a mind reader, Jed?" "No-o, I guess not. But I saw you lookin' kind of surprised and er well, scared for a minute. I was feelin' the same way just then, so it didn't need any mind reader to guess what had scared you." "I see. But, oh, Jed, it is dreadful! What SHALL we do? What will become of us all? And now, when I I had just begun to be happy, really happy."
But before I relate the particulars of the clerk's inquiries, it will not be amiss to inform the reader that our commander himself was an Hibernian, and, if not shrewdly belied, a Roman Catholic to boot. "You say, you are a Protestant," said the clerk; "make the sign of the cross with your finger, so, and swear upon it to that affirmation."
If the reader will refer back to the first part of this narrative, he will find that I was born in the year 1786; and as I am writing this in the year 1840, I am now fifty-four years old. I was but little more than twenty-one when I married; I have, therefore, the experience of thirty-two years of a married life; but I will not anticipate.
The reader, after this explanation, can easily understand how it was she rebuked her child for giving expression to her thoughts rather than for entertaining them. "But, mother, I do often wish dad was dead, and I might as well say it as think it," said Nancy.
But the reader will say, “Truth is great, and must prevail. The picture of Rossetti that now exists in the public mind is the true one. The former picture was a lie.” But here the reader will be much mistaken. The romantic picture which existed in the public mind during Rossetti’s life was the true one; the picture that now exists of him is false.
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