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Ellen remained very ill for some days, and then gradually recovered. Ernest hardly left her till she was out of danger. When she had recovered he got the doctor to tell her that if she had such another attack she would certainly die; this so frightened her that she took the pledge. Lostwithiel. Though I do not wish in these pages to go back to the origin of all the Trollopes, I must say a few words of my mother 鈥?partly because filial duty will not allow me to be silent as to a parent who made for herself a considerable name in the literature of her day, and partly because there were circumstances in her career well worthy of notice. She was the daughter of the Rev. William Milton, vicar of Heckfield, who, as well as my father, had been a fellow of New College. She was nearly thirty when, in 1809, she married my father. Six or seven years ago a bundle of love-letters from her to him fell into my hand in a very singular way, having been found in the house of a stranger, who, with much courtesy, sent them to me. They were then about sixty years old, and had been written some before and some after her marriage, over the space of perhaps a year. In no novel of Richardson鈥檚 or Miss Burney鈥檚 have I seen a correspondence at the same time so sweet, so graceful, and so well expressed. But the marvel of these letters was in the strange difference they bore to the love-letters of the present day. They are, all of them, on square paper, folded and sealed, and addressed to my father on circuit; but the language in each, though it almost borders on the romantic, is beautifully chosen, and fit, without change of a syllable, for the most critical eye. What girl now studies the words with which she shall address her lover, or seeks to charm him with grace of diction? She dearly likes a little slang, and revels in the luxury of entire familiarity with a new and strange being. There is something in that, too, pleasant to our thoughts, but I fear that this phase of life does not conduce to a taste for poetry among our girls. Though my mother was a writer of prose, and revelled in satire, the poetic feeling clung to her to the last. John, who had scarcely taken his eyes off the bun, putting his food into his mouth by general sense of locality only, suddenly gave a hiccupy kind of gasp. Mrs Goodford, exhilarated by beef, turned her elephant-eyes on him. I recommend that his pocket-money be made to depend upon his merit money. The satirical challenge brought a flush to Martin鈥檚 sallow cheek. What did he know in fact of the very intimate concerns of the Reverend Thomas Hastings and his wife? 色999日韩偷自拍拍 The sudden failure of 15/鈥?was disastrous to my hero鈥檚 scheme of finance. His face betrayed his emotions so clearly that Theobald said he was determined 鈥渢o learn the truth at once, and this time without days and days of falsehood鈥?before he reached it. The melancholy fact was not long in coming out, namely, that the wretched Ernest added debt to the vices of idleness, falsehood, and possibly 鈥?for it was not impossible 鈥?immorality. � 鈥楬e introduced me: it was his secretary. Such a handsome girl. I think she tried to snub me, but we poor parsons are unsnubbable. She told me that she quite agreed with Mr Keeling.鈥? 鈥榃hat鈥檚 the matter?鈥?she said. 鈥楧ear me, what is the matter? It was only my joke.鈥? Even Euclid, who has laid himself as little open to the charge of credulity as any writer who ever lived, cannot get beyond this. He has no demonstrable first premise. He requires postulates and axioms which transcend demonstration, and without which he can do nothing. His superstructure indeed is demonstration, but his ground is faith. Nor again can he get further than telling a man he is a fool if he persists in differing from him. He says 鈥渨hich is absurd,鈥?and declines to discuss the matter further. Faith and authority, therefore, prove to be as necessary for him as for anyone else. 鈥淏y faith in what, then,鈥?asked Ernest of himself, 鈥渟hall a just man endeavour to live at this present time?鈥?He answered to himself, 鈥淎t any rate not by faith in the supernatural element of the Christian religion.鈥?