And we may be sure that the man's joy was not unshared by those
around--those kind, friendly eyes, which looked upon the father and
son, and rejoiced in their happiness. The very sunshine grew more
bright, it seemed; and when the picture was brought forth, and set
in his light, he shone full on it, and seemed to laugh and bless the
group with his kind light--even the little laughing child.
CHAPTER LXIX.
CONCLUSION.
Our chronicle is ended, and we cannot detain the reader longer,
listening to those honest kindly voices, which have, perhaps, spoken
quite as much as he is willing to give ear to. Let us hope, that in
consideration of their kindness and simplicity, he may pardon
what appeared frivolous--seeing that humanity beat under all, and
kindness--like the gentle word of the poet--is always gain.
The history is therefore done, and all ends here upon the bourne of
comedy. Redbud, with all her purity and tenderness--Verty, with his
forest instincts and simplicity--the lawyer, and poet, and the rest,
must go again into silence, from which they came.
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