course to her tears. They brought relief, and after a few moments she
recovered composure. "This is very foolish," she said to herself, "to
cry like a child. My dear father is nervous, and I do not wonder, that
shocking accident agitates him. I am glad he is gone, for it is
better he should seek the society of his friends, than sit here making
himself melancholy with me. I must be cheerful to receive him when he
returns. At least, he shall see no trace of tears."

Meanwhile, Mr. Armstrong walked down the street, but shunning
the sight of others, he turned at the first opportunity into an
unfrequented road. It led towards the Severn, and hardly knowing how
it happened, he crossed a bridge, and soon found himself in the woods
that skirt the left bank of that river. Unconsciously, and as if
attracted by some spell, he was directing his course towards the scene
of the late disaster. The walk and the solemn silence of the woods,
in which no sound was heard except the cawing of a watchful crow,
some sentinel placed to give notice of approaching danger to his
companions, gradually subdued the excitement of his feelings. His
pace, at first rapid, relaxed, the light began to play upon the clouds
that brooded on his spirits, and he wondered at his fancies and his
conduct.

"How could I," thought he, "be so cruel to my own Faith! Her life
ought to be all sunshine and gladness, and would be but for me, and I
must sadden and darken it with the baleful imaginings of a distempered
mind. I must struggle harder and pray oftener and more fervently to
be preserved from myself. And now my soul feels the need of communing
with the Infinite Spirit. What fitter place for adoration than the
stillness of these old woods? Here worldly interruptions cannot come,
and the veil between Him and His creature is withdrawn."