Eric eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 351 pages of information about Eric.

Eric eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 351 pages of information about Eric.
he tried, ghostly hands seemed to wave him back again, and irresistible cords to drag him into the dark forest, amid the sound of mocking laughs.  Then he was sinking, sinking, sinking into a gulf, deep and darker even than the inner darkness of a sin-desolated heart; sinking, helplessly, hopelessly, everlastingly; while far away, like a star, stood the loved figure in light infinitely above him, and with pleading hands implored his deliverance, but could not prevail; and Eric was still sinking, sinking, infinitely, when the agony awoke him with a violent start and stifled scream.

He could sleep no longer.  Whenever he closed his eyes he saw the pale, dead, holy features of Edwin, and at last he fancied that he was praying beside his corpse, praying to be more like him, who lay there so white and calm; sorrowing beside it, sorrowing that he had so often rejected his kind warnings, and pained his affectionate heart.  So Eric began again to make good resolutions about all his future life.  Ah! how often he had done so before, and how often they had failed.  He had not yet learned the lesson which David learned by sad experience; “Then I said, it is mine own infirmity, but I will remember the years of the right hand of the Most High.”

That, too, was an eventful night for Montagu.  He had grown of late far more thoughtful than before; under Edwin’s influence he had been laying aside, one by one, the careless sins of school life, and his tone was nobler and manlier than it had ever been.  Montagu had never known or heard much about godliness; his father, a gentleman, a scholar, and a man of the world, had trained him in the principles of refinement and good taste, and given him a high standard of conventional honor; but he passed through life lightly, and had taught his son to do the same.  Possessed of an ample fortune, which Montagu was to inherit, he troubled himself with none of the deep mysteries of life, and

     “Pampered the coward heart
     With feelings all too delicate for use;
     Nursing in some delicious solitude
     His dainty love and slothful sympathies.”

But Montagu in Edwin’s sick-room and by his death bed; in the terrible storm at the Stack, and by contact with Dr. Rowlands’ earnestness, and Mr. Rose’s deep, unaffected, sorrow-mingled piety; by witnessing Eric’s failures and recoveries; and by beginning to take in his course the same heartfelt interest which Edwin taught him—­Montagu, in consequence of these things, had begun to see another side of life, which awoke all his dormant affections and profoundest reasonings.  It seemed as though, for the first time, he began to catch some of

     “The still gad music of humanity,”

and to listen with deep eagerness to the strain.  Hitherto, to be well dressed, handsome, agreeable, rich, and popular, had been to him a realised ideal of life; but now he awoke to higher and worthier aims; and once, when Russell, whose intelligent interest in his work exceeded that of any other boy, had pointed out to him that solemn question of Euripides—­

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