A BRAVE MAN IN SORROW.
If my fair readers should be of opinion that my hero's levity in love is altogether unpardonable, I must remind them that all his griefs and difficulties did not arise from that sentimental source.Even the lyric poet, who complains so feelingly of the pains of love, could not forget, that, at the same time, he was ``in debt and in drink,'' which, doubtless, were great aggravations of his distress.There were indeed whole days in which Waverley thought neither of Flora nor Rose Bradwardine, but which were spent in melancholy conjectures on the probable state of matters at Waverley-Honour, and the dubious issue of the civil contest in which he was pledged.Colonel Talbot often engaged him in discussions upon the justice of the cause he had espoused.``Not,'' he said, ``that it is possible for you to quit it at this present moment, for, come what will, you must stand by your rash engagement.But I wish you to be aware that the right is not with you; that you are fighting against the real interests of your country; and that you ought, as an Englishman and a patriot, to take the first opportunity to leave this unhappy expedition before the snow-ball melts.''
In such political disputes, Waverley usually opposed the common arguments of his party, with which it is unnecessary to trouble the reader.But he had little to say when the Colonel urged him to compare the strength by which they had undertaken to overthrow the Government with that which was now assembling very rapidly for its support.To this statement Waverley had but one answer: ``If the cause I have undertaken be perilous, there would be the greater disgrace in abandoning it.'' And in his turn he generally silenced Colonel Talbot, and succeeded in changing the subject.
One night, when, after a long dispute of this nature, the friends had separated, and our hero had retired to bed, he was awakened about midnight by a suppressed groan.He started up and listened; it came from the apartment of Colonel Talbot, which was divided from his own by a wainscoted partition, with a door of communication.Waverley approached this door, and distinctly heard one or two deep drawn sighs.What could be the matter? The Colonel had parted from him, apparently, in his usual state of spirits.He must have been taken suddenly ill.Under this impression, he opened the door of communication very gently, and perceived the Colonel in his night-gown, seated by a table, on which lay a letter and a picture.He raised his head hastily, as Edward stood uncertain whether to advance or retire, and Waverley perceived that his cheeks were stained with tears.
As if ashamed at being found giving way to such emotion, Colonel Talbot rose with apparent displeasure, and said, with some sternness, ``I think, Mr.Waverley, my own apartment, and the hour, might have secured even a prisoner against''------``Do not say _intrusion,_ Colonel Talbot; I heard you breathe hard, and feared you were ill; that alone could have induced me to break in upon you.''
``I am well,'' said the Colonel, ``perfectly well.''
``But you are distressed,'' said Edward: ``is there any thing can be done?''
``Nothing, Mr.Waverley: I was only thinking of home, and of some unpleasant occurrences there.''
``Good God, my uncle!'' exclaimed Waverley.
``No,---it is a grief entirely my own.I am ashamed you should have seen it disarm me so much: but it must have its course at times, that it may be at others more decently supported.
I would have kept it secret from you; for I think it will grieve you, and yet you can administer no consolation.
But you have surprised me---I see you are surprised yourself,---and I hate mystery.Read that letter.''
The letter was from Colonel Talbot's sister, and in these words:
``I received yours, my dearest brother, by Hedges.Sir E.
