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King Charles had presented his faithful servant, Sir John Kirkland, with a half-length replica of one of his Vandyke portraits, a beautiful head, with a strange inward look that look of isolation and aloofness which we who know his story take for a prophecy of doom which the sculptor Bernini had remarked, when he modelled the royal head for marble.
The surroundings were not conducive to sentiment, but for the first time Polly Kirkland seemed a little uncertain, a little frightened; almost on the verge of tears, almost persuaded to surrender. For the first time she laid her hand on Ainsley's arm, and the shock sent the blood to his heart and held him breathless.
And you," he cried, turning to Mortimer, "take a shotgun and guard that lake, and if anybody tries to molest those birds shoot him! They've come from Egypt! From Polly Kirkland! She sent them! They're a sign!" "Are you going mad?" cried Mortimer. "No!" roared Ainsley. "I'm going to Egypt, and I'm going now!" Polly Kirkland and her friends were travelling slowly up the Nile, and had reached Luxor.
Then she prayed for them in the musical tongue of the Oneidas, and the "sounding aisles of the dim woods rang" with the psalms and hymns which she had taught those dusky children of the forest. The change wrought by these ministrations of Mr. and Mrs. Kirkland was magical.
"Hello, Kirkland!" he said to the night clerk at the Arlington. "Back again, like a bad sixpence! Have my trunk sent up, will you? No no supper!" "Letter for you, Mr. Mitchell. Just came," said the clerk respectfully. "So we were expecting you. Haven't seen you for a long time." Britt-Mitchell thrust the letter in his pocket unopened. "It'll keep till morning. I'm for bed. Good-night, Frank."
I didn't lose much time, did I? Ten minutes after I got your C.Q.D. signal I was going down the Boston Post Road at seventy miles an hour." "My what?" said the girl. "The sign!" explained Ainsley. "The sign you were to send me to tell me" he bent over her hands and added gently "that you cared for me." "Oh, I remember," laughed Polly Kirkland.
After a number of converts had been made, Smith received a revelation that he and all his followers should go to Kirkland, in Ohio and there take up their abode. Many obeyed this command, selling their possessions, and helping each other to settle on the spot designated.
The lieutenants thanked him effusively and galloped away, radiant at the success of their mission, and Clay entered the office where MacWilliams was telegraphing his orders to Kirkland. He seated himself beside the instrument, and from time to time answered the questions Kirkland sent back to him over the wire, and in the intervals of silence thought of Hope.
In that terrible War of the Rebellion, Kirkland gave up his life for a mistaken cause in the battle of Chickamauga, but I cannot help thanking God that, in our reunited country, we are joint heirs with the men from the South in the glory and inspiration that come from such heroic deeds as his. Reprinted, with permission, from "The Orations and Addresses of George William Curtis," Vol.
It was the first time and the last that we heard the voice of prayer in a Jamaican planter's house. We were no less gratefully surprised to see a white lady, to whom we were introduced as Mrs. Kirkland, and several modest and lovely little children. It was the first and the last family circle that we were permitted to see among the planters of that licentious colony.
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