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intricate windings of unseen and humble life.
Numbers of persons came to the manse, to see the Villejuives and Levingstone. On Sunday all the people flocked round them, and those who knew them only by eyesight put their hands to their hats and said an oracular benison ; it was what the good, simple people liked much to follow with wondrous gaze, Levingstone with Ellen in his right arm, and a Villejuive on either ftank, whilst the minister and his wife, and the baillie and comptroller, guarded them, walking out of the church-yard, and going down the haugh. There were many “ blessings on him and on them dear lads," even at this sight; and the moral the people learned from it, was neither printed in book, nor taught from the pulpit; it was produced by one of those incidents in common life, which has frequently, on minds
willing to be guided in the paths of righteousness, the force and durability of a well-digested homily.
But from amidst this scene of real friendship stood Mon. Villejuive-no human being that left the church took any notice of him, except an old exciseman, and that too only en passant. The very children glided by Villejuive with fear and horror, and ran up to see his sons and Levingstone, with as much pleasure in their countenances as their open little souls, unacquainted with deceitful smiles, could possibly express by looks of gladness.
The parting of these good young men and their friends was very affecting; and when the Villejuives sailed for Greenock, where they were to embark, some persons came to take leave of them because they were the cousins of Ellen; but though these people had floods of compassion for the family of
St. Clyde, they seemed to imitate the lord of the Nile, and said “ farewell” with dry eyes. Hardly any of the people paid much attention to Mon. Villejuive; and those who parted from his sons in siccous grief, took no notice of him, either on the quay, or on the road home to his house. What the feelings of this man then were, none could tell; but if there be any reality in physiognomy, those who were deep-read in that science pretended to have discovered, that Mon. Villejuive was filled with a species of remorse and sorrow, which bore the appearance of despair, at not having any friends; yet they could also perceive by turns the glimpses of pleasure he felt at getting rid of his sons, whom he idly believed to be the sole cause of his being disliked by his neighbours : for he forgot what his eldest son had hinted of the people's suspicious belief of the ghost; and he never took the pains to inquire what results were drawn from the report, else he would have found that the surmises abroad were chiefly on account of himself, and not from any jealousy or suspicion his sons had created: but so it was-he smothered what arose against his own conduct in his mind, and, by a very false deduction, imagined all the people of the island did the same.
When the sons of Villejuive had gone abroad, and during the time that St. Clyde was at Mull, Mon. Villejuive made himself very familiar with Sergeant Macbean, and was delighted with the soldier's accounts of the battles he had been in, and Macbean was as much pleased with him; they became great cronies, and the sergeant would spend whole days with Mon. Villejuive, who, as he was so free as to make Macbean a kind of companion, had the sergeant frequently, nay almost daily, at the caim of St. Clyde to dinner.