She now lives but in the remembrances that it calls up before her
of her happier existence of former days. There is hardly an
object in the old house which does not tenderly and solemnly
remind her of the mother, whose last wishes she lived to obey; of
the sister, whose happiness was once her dearest earthly care.
Those prints that you noticed on the library walls Rosamond used
to copy in the past time, when her pencil was often guided by
Ida's hand. Those music-books that you were looking over, she and
her mother have played from together through many a long and
quiet summer's evening. She has no ties now to bind her to the
present but the poor child whose affliction it is her constant
effort to lighten, and the little peasant population around her,
whose humble cares and wants and sorrows she is always ready to
relieve. Far and near her modest charities have penetrated among
us; and far and near she is heartily beloved and blessed in many
a laborer's household. There is no poor man's hearth, not in this
village only, but for miles away from it as well, at which you
would not be received with the welcome given to an old friend, if
you only told the cottagers that you knew the Lady of Glenwith
Grange!
PROLOGUE TO THE FIFTH STORY.
The next piece of work which occupied my attention after taking
leave of Mr. Garthwaite, offered the strongest possible contrast
to the task which had last engaged me.
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