It was a touching sight to witness the crowds of men, women, and children who swelled the throng of mourners.
No. 28.
PEACE IN THE TAILOR’S SHOP.
Lord Ethalwood’s carriage followed. In this were Mr. Jakyl, Henry Adolphus, his lordship’s housekeeper, and head gardener, and when Mr. Jamblin bared his white head beside his son’s grave, the tears fell thick and fast down the faces of the women and children, as well as many of the men.
Joe Doughty sobbed convulsively, and it was indeed a day of general mourning, which was heartfelt as it was creditable. There is something of the old heroic chivalrous spirit yet to be found in the rustic population of this country.
There is something of romance and legendary lore left also, but these things are fast fading away. It would be a consolation to most of us if we could persuade ourselves that the better instincts of our nature were not fading away also.
Convulsions have taken place in the moral world. The people of this country have undergone a change—whether for the better or for the worse it is not so easy to determine.