carry it to her neighbour's child to "stop the fits," may be a piteously inefficacious
remedy; but the generous stirring of neighbourly kindness that prompted the
deed has a beneficent radiation that is not lost.
Considering these things, we can hardly think Dinah and Seth beneath our
sympathy, accustomed as we may be to weep over the loftier sorrows of
heroines in satin boots and crinoline, and of heroes riding fiery horses,
themselves ridden by still more fiery passions.
Poor Seth! He was never on horseback in his life except once, when he was a
little lad, and Mr. Jonathan Burge took him up bebind, telling him to "hold on
tight"; and instead of bursting out into wild accusing apostrophes to God and
destiny, he is resolving, as he now walks homewards under the solemn starlight,
to repress his sadness, to be less bent on having his own will, and to live more
for others, as Dinah does.