Memoirs of Arthur Hamilton, B. A. Of Trinity College, Cambridge

rcumstance which I have never exp

common consent of all his friends, his habits and beh

h, his hilarity, his cheerfulness, entirely disappeared; a curious look of haunting sadness, not defined, but vague, came over his face; and though he gradu

over in his journals, or letters, o

"ever since," "since that November," "for now nearly five years I have felt." These and similar phrases c

d;" but at the same time carefully docketed with dates: these da

customed to have important days in his life marked, such as the day he adopted his boy, his mother's death. It is precede

ity up till November 8, there here intervenes a long bla

e if I could link it on to any event, and I found there recorded, in the course of that week, wha

ng is a very mysterious thing. Like a man going to a mesmerist, an individual may go, announcing his firm intention not to be influenced in the smallest degree by anything said or done. Nay more, he may think himself, and have the reputation of being, a strong, unyielding character, and yet these are the very men

n and studying others' impressions, I came to the conclu

rom the influence of contagious emotions; he dissembled his own e

er days at Cambridge. I can now recall that he would accompany people to the door, but neve

at throng, unless the music is so good as to wrap one altogether away. There is undoubtedly a force abroad among large masses of people, the force which forms the basis of the principle of public prayer, and I am conscious of it too,

eration was much observed from its suddenness-but when he gradually began to converse as usual, he did not, as is so often the case in similar circumstances, do what is called "bearing witness to the truth." His attitude toward all enthusiastic forms of reli

oincidence of the revival is merely fortuit

cause, some emotional failure, some moral wound. I believe the following to b

ly pure, are above all other loves, noble, refining, true; passion at white heat without taint, confidence of so intimate a kind as can not even exist between husband and wife, trust such as ca

ur's, so passionate in expression, that for fear of even causing uneasiness, not to speak of suspicio

ighted in his friend's society; but such things as habits betray themselves, and my belief is that disclosures were made on November 8, which revealed to Arthur the state of the case. What passed I can not say. I can hardly picture to myself the agony, disgust, and rage

the occurrence. "Oh yes!" I have heard him say; "we were great friends once, but he cuts me now; he had to

ries, which seem to point to some great stress put upon him, some enormous burden indicated, which he had not strength to attempt and adopt. "May God forgive me for my unutterable selfishness; it

will be shown by the

g the coast and look regretfully out to sea; perhaps the day may come when I may strike into it ... belie

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huddering heart, to bleed in silence and dissemble it. Then, too, there is that constant dismal feeling which the Greeks called ?πουλο?: the horrible conviction, th

hose who suppose that they have the key, if any, to your heart-be absolutely ignorant of it. 'He looks a little tired and worn: he has been sitting up late;' 'all young men are

ogether, and thus arranged, my case seems irresistible; still I must concede that