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ey clung to the purple moors behind and around their dwelling—to the hollow vale into which the pebbly bridle…path leading from their gate descended； and which wound between fern… banks first； and then amongst a few of the wildest little pasture… fields that ever bordered a wilderness of heath； or gave sustenance to a flock of grey moorland sheep； with their little mossy…faced lambs：… they clung to this scene； I say； with a perfect enthusiasm of attachment。 I could prehend the feeling； and share both its strength and truth。 I saw the fascination of the locality。 I felt the consecration of its loneliness： my eye feasted on the outline of swell and sweep—on the wild colouring municated to ridge and dell by moss； by heath…bell； by flower…sprinkled turf； by brilliant bracken； and mellow granite crag。 These details were just to me what they were to them—so many pure and sweet sources of pleasure。 The strong blast and the soft breeze； the rough and the halcyon day； the hours of sunrise and sunset； the moonlight and the clouded night； developed for me； in these regions； the same attraction as for them—wound round my faculties the same spell that entranced theirs。
Indoors we agreed equally well。 They were both more acplished and better read than I was； but with eagerness I followed in the path of knowledge they had trodden before me。 I devoured the books they lent me： then it was full satisfaction to discuss with them in the evening what I had perused during the day。 Thought fitted thought； opinion met opinion： we coincided； in short； perfectly。
If in our trio there was a superior and a leader； it was Diana。 Physically； she far excelled me： she was handsome； she was vigorous。 In her animal spirits there was an affluence of life and certainty of flow； such as excited my wonder； while it baffled my prehension。 I could talk a while when the evening menced； but the first gush of vivacity and fluency gone； I was fain to sit on a stool at Diana’s feet； to rest my head on her knee； and listen alternately to her and Mary； while they sounded thoroughly the topic on which I had but touched。 Diana offered to teach me German。 I liked to learn of her： I saw the part of instructress pleased and suited her； that of scholar pleased and suited me no less。 Our natures dovetailed： mutual affection—of the strongest kind—was the result。 They discovered I could draw： their pencils and colour…boxes were immediately at my service。 My skill； greater in this one point than theirs； surprised and charmed them。 Mary would sit and watch me by the hour together： then she would take lessons； and a docile； intelligent； assiduous pupil she made。 Thus occupied； and mutually entertained； days passed like hours； and weeks like days。
As to Mr。 St John； the intimacy which had arisen so naturally and rapidly between me and his sisters did not extend to him。 One reason of the distance yet observed between us was； that he was paratively seldom at home： a large proportion of his time appeared devoted to visiting the sick and poor among the scattered population of his parish。
No weather seemed to hinder him in these pastoral excursions： rain or fair； he would； when his hours of morning study were over； take his hat； and； followed by his father’s old pointer； Carlo； go out on his mission of love or duty—I scarcely know in which light he regarded it。 Sometimes； when the day was very unfavourable； his sisters would expostulate。 He would then say； with a peculiar smile； more solemn than cheerful—
“And if I let a gust of wind or a sprinkling of rain turn me aside from these easy tasks； what preparation would such sloth be for the future I propose to myself？”
Diana and Mary’s general answer to this question was a sigh； and some minutes of apparently mournful meditation。
But besides his frequent absences； there was another barrier to friendship with him： he seemed of a reserved； an abstracted； and even of a brooding nature。 Zealous in his ministerial labours； blameless in his life and habits； he yet did not appear to enjoy that mental serenity； that inward content； which should bet he reward of every sincere Christian and practical philanthropist。 Often； of an evening； when he sat at the window； his desk and papers before him； he would cease reading or writing； rest his chin on his hand； and deliver himself up to I know not what course of thought； but that it was perturbed and exciting might be seen in the frequent flash and changeful dilation of his eye。
I think； moreover； that Nature was not to him that treasury of delight it was to his sisters。 He expressed once； and but once in my hearing； a strong sense of the rugged charm of the hills； and an inborn affection for the dark roof and hoary walls he called his home； but there was more of gloom than pleasure in the tone and words in which the sentiment was manifested； and never did he seem to roam the moors for the sake of their soothing silence—never seek out or dwell upon the thousand peaceful delights they could yield。
Inmunicative as he was； some time elapsed before I had an opportunity of gauging his mind。 I first got an idea of its calibre when I heard him preach in his own church at Morton。 I wish I could describe that sermon： but it is past my power。 I cannot even render faithfully the effect it produced on me。
It began calm—and indeed； as far as delivery and pitch of voice went； it was calm to the end： an earnestly felt； yet strictly restrained zeal breathed soon in the distinct accents； and prompted the nervous language。 This grew to force—pressed； condensed； controlled。 The heart was thrilled； the mind astonished； by the power of the preacher： neither were softened。 Throughout there was a strange bitterness； an absence of consolatory gentleness； stern allusions to Calvinistic doctrines—election； predestination； reprobation—were frequent； and each reference to these points sounded like a sentence pronounced for doom。 When he had done； instead of feeling better； calmer； more enlightened by his discourse； I experienced an inexpressible sadness； for it seemed to me—I know not whether equally so to others—that the eloquence to which I had been listening had sprung from a depth where lay turbid dreg