CHRISTOPHER IN HIS SPORTING JACKET 



our Godfrey's grave, youth vindicated its own right 

 to happiness; and we felt that we did wrong to visit 

 too often that corner in the kirkyard. No fears had 

 we of any too oblivious tendencies; in our dreams we 

 saw him most often all alive as ever sometimes a 

 phantom away from that grave ! If the morning light 

 was frequently hard to be endured, bursting suddenly 

 upon us along with the feeling that he was dead, it 

 more frequently cheered and gladdened us with resig- 

 nation, and sent us forth a fit playmate to the dawn 

 that rang with all sounds of joy. Again we found 

 ourselves angling down the river, or along the loch 

 once more following the flight of the Falcon along 

 the woods eying the Eagle on the Echo-cliff'. Days 

 passed by, without so much as one thought of Emil- 

 ius Godfrey pursuing our pastime with all our pas- 

 sion, reading our books intently just as if he had 

 never been! But often and often, too, we thought 

 we saw his figure coming down the hill straight to- 

 wards us his very figure we could not be deceived 

 but the love-raised ghost disappeared on a sudden 

 the grief- woven spectre melted into the mist. The 

 strength, that formerly had come from his counsels, 

 now began to grow up of itself within our own un- 

 assisted being. The world of nature became more our 

 own, moulded and modified by all our own feelings 

 and fancies; and with a bolder and more original eye 



