The Child of Waterloo, or, The Horrors of the Battle-Field — page 306: what you’re looking at

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THE CHILD OF WATERLOO. 803 “T would not dwell upon a painful reminiscence, or even awaken one, but what would I not give if old Mr. Rouselli could look upon a scene like this.” Mrs. Morton was near at hand, and heard the wish. She ap- proached Mabel, and took her by the hand. ‘“My dear child,” she said, ‘‘ you utter that wish as if you were hopeless of its accomplishment.” ‘*Tts accomplishment!” said Mabel, with surprise. ““'Yes, dear Mabel, its accomplishment. Do you not believe that one so good and excellent in al] respects as your dear grandfather, enjoys all the happiness that can be promised in that world which is to come for alJl of us--that world in which there is no grief, no sorrow, no tears, Mabel, and from which it has ever been a favorite idea of mine, to think that it will be one of{the choicest pleasures of the good and great who have gone ifore us to look down froin their star-spangled home upon those Frey loved on earth?” * OR! it is a charming theory,” said Mabel, ‘‘and J will cling to it.”:s . *“Do'so, dearest; it is one that may be believed by the purest and the best. If it be a delusion, it is heaven-born, and pardon- able for its beauty.” ‘.r *£You have awakened me to a better sense. 1 will no longer, déar mother” (Mabel still loved to call Mrs. Morton mother), **} will never again, dear mother, wish, with a sigh, that old Mr. Rouselli were ‘here to look upon us in our happiness. But when the feeling comes across me, that we are more than usuall happy, and I feel that heart-gushing tenderness toward all things that can scarcely express itself in words, 1 will not say I wish He saw us, but I will say he does see us.” ‘Henry saw a tear trembiing in the eyelid of his young wife, and he drew her arm gently in his as he said,— ‘*Come Mabel; let us walk on to yonder mount, and see the last of the setting sun.” : _ ** Who can this be?” said Captain Morton; ‘‘there’s some man poming from the house with a stable-jacket on, whom I don’t now. .. “Why, good heavens! it’s Rafferty,” said Henry. _-§ Rafferty—im possible! he went and settled in the next town, twelve miles off, with his wife.” Butts was Rafferty, who, when he came up to the party said, — ** Would you be afther having candles lighted in the dining- room, or are you going toset a light to the new chandeleree? A migbty dash it cuts, like a lot of broken glass bottles hanging from the ceiling.” “Why, good God, Rafferty!” said the captain, ‘‘ you left my service three months ago, and got married, and went to live twelve miles off, and here you are in your old costume, asking us if yed have candles in the dining-room, or the chandelier ighted, ‘<It’s the dress, is it?’ said Rafferty. ‘‘Faith, then, and I found that in my old room, on the same peg that I left it. comicbooks. com