Chapter X
Circumstances intervened to prevent the continuation of the “Tale” for a short time but, on the evening of the Sabbath day, Herbert read a sacred poem upon the subject of Christ’s restoring the sight of the blind.
“How deserted are now those scenes of such great and mighty interest! Jericho, once the stronghold of the ancient Canaanites, then a populous and probably magnificent city of the Jews, is now a small and mean village, the abode of a few Arabs, and its once beautiful plains, through which flows the sacred river of Jordan, are almost as dead and inanimate as the waters of the sea in its vicinity, where the proud and guilty cities of former days were buried. “Sin, in its varied forms,” said Mrs. Wilson, has brought this desolation on this chosen land, this land, more blessed and favored than all others, not only in its natural advantages, but as the land which God had selected to display His omnipotent power, and where the Savior of the world passed the short but eventful years of his life upon earth. Let our prayers, my children, ascend to the Giver of all good, that He will check, in our hearts, ever, the slightest indication to evil, for the consequences are always misery.” “What a misfortune, to be blind,” said Susan. “I can scarcely imagine a more desolate condition than that of a person totally blind.” “It is not always so,” returned Elizabeth, “I have heard it said that blind people were frequently more contented, more uniformly placid in their dispositions than many who can see. Is it so, mother?” “I knew a blind man,” said Mrs. Wilson, “the whole tenor of whose life would justify us in that belief. He was always quiet and calm, of a pleasant countenance, and there was an habitual smile about his mouth which would seem to express the sunshine of his heart. He would sometimes ramble about, without any guide but his cane, feeling his way by the walls and fences, but never attempting to leave these way-marks without some helping hand, frequently claiming the assistance of the children of the village, which was never refused. His home was a happy one, consisting of his aged father, his brother, and a relative of the family, who acted as housekeeper, but was, in reality, considered as daughter and sister, and whose kindly heart led her to make the life of poor Joseph as happy as it was possible to render it. In his solitude, when confined to the house by the inclemency of the weather, he would dictate verses for some one to write, and, however they might be wanting in smoothness, or correct diction, although even the sense might be doubtful, yet there was a strain of piety and reliance on God which showed a heart resigned to His will. The peaceful grave has closed over him and his death was calm and gentle as his life. And now, with grateful thanks to God for all his goodness, we will retire to rest.”
The day was clear and bright, the sky without a cloud, and the pure white snow covered with a glittering crust, which did not fail beneath the weight when Herbert proposed a short walk, to which the younger part of the little community readily assented. The air was keen and bracing, but they were well defended from it, and the sunbeams were warm and pleasant. Charles was full of life and glee, and bounding forward was ready to point to any object which he thought worthy of notice. “And do you know, Susan,” said he, “Uncle Bill says the worst of the winter weather is over, and that there are many signs that we shall have an early spring?” “I am in no hurry to have the winter pass away,” replied Susan, “and am in a good mind to be sorry for the signs of spring, but, Herbert, you have not yet given us any clue to the history of Uncle Bill, and if you will but remember, you promised it, menacing me, at the same time, with some terrible illustration of female caprice.” “You shall hear it, my dear Susan, and remember though it may have been the subject of some sport to us, the consequences have been almost death to him. His youth was prosperous and happy; though not possessed of brilliant talents, his powers of mind were good, and he united to them an activity and enterprise which soon placed him in a situation of trust and profit, in the city of Philadelphia. His relations were all of the Society of Friends; he was patronized and esteemed by the members of that wealthy and respectable sect in that city, and, by his intercourse with refined society, both in England and America, for the business in which he was engaged required frequent voyages across the Atlantic, his manners became polished, which, added to his naturally graceful and unaffected demeanor, rendered him an universal favorite. He became attached and offered himself to a beautiful girl, a daughter of one of the wealthy and influential citizens of the place; with the sanction of her friends, his suit was encouraged; and, as much happiness as this world can give dawned upon his prospects. His bright hope of bliss was overclouded, for, after a year of assiduous affection on his part, and apparent kindness and complacency upon her own, a change came over the ‘dream of his hope,’ and, without assigning any reason for her inconstancy or fickleness, she no longer received his attentions with pleasure, and with cruel indifference to his feelings, required their discontinuance. Thunderstruck at this blow to his dearest hopes, he attempted to avert it, but her cold adherence to her determination, and the bitter scorn with which she treated his remonstrances, convinced him that she had never possessed any true affection for him. Quick and sensitive as he was he felt in every pore her unkind treatment, it undermined his health, destroyed the energy of his mind and, when he found, some months afterward, that her marriage with another was to be celebrated, the total overthrow of every hope completed the prostration of his mind and body. A severe illness followed; after a long period, his naturally good constitution triumphed, and he regained health, but the vigor and activity of his mental faculties were gone forever. He returned to his business, but, wholly unfitted for the necessary application to its duties, he allowed himself to fall into habits of carelessness and inattention, which resulted in a heavy pecuniary loss to the establishment with which he was connected. Mortification and the fear of disgrace were now added to the feelings of wretchedness which oppressed him, and he sought relief in dissipation. This was the climax of his fate; from that time he sank lower and lower, though, struggling with his ruin, he would, at times, forswear the intoxicating wine cup, and the debasing gaming house, yet, the energy of his character, never firm, was lost. His connections in business were dissolved, and his friends, to save the remnant of his fortune, removed him from the scene, alike of his happiness and misery, and brought him back to his early home. Still, all efforts to restore his mind were vain, and, though in time, he lost some sense of his unhappiness and blasted hopes, he was but the wreck of his former self. He wanders about like a child, amusing himself with childish pleasures; attaching himself warmly to those who are kind and gentle to him, but feeling, with the most distressing sensibility, any imaginary slight. This, then, Susan, is the melancholy history of ‘Uncle Bill,’ as he is now universally called.” “Oh! I shall never laugh again, when I see him; poor, poor, Uncle Bill.” “But what,” said Mary, “was the fate of the thoughtless wicked girl, who was the cause of this ruin?” “I know nothing of her after life, but that it was not long.” “I think,” said Elizabeth, “that he must have possessed a weak intellect, or it would not have yielded so easily to such base treatment. I think, Herbert, that indignation would have triumphed in your heart, over every other emotion.” “I do not know, my sister, but I most sincerely hope that I may never bestow an affection of my heart upon so heartless a being.” With an unanimous assent to this hope, they now bent their steps home.