He loved his daughter with more fondness now, perhaps, than ever he had done since the days of her childhood.In the discharge of gentle offices and kind filial duties, this simple creature shone most especially."She walks into the room as silently as a sunbeam," Mr.
Dobbin thought as he saw her passing in and out from her father's room, a cheerful sweetness lighting up her face as she moved to and fro, graceful and noiseless.When women are brooding over their children, or busied in a sick-room, who has not seen in their faces those sweet angelic beams of love and pity?
A secret feud of some years' standing was thus healed, and with a tacit reconciliation.In these last hours, and touched by her love and goodness, the old man forgot all his grief against her, and wrongs which he and his wife had many a long night debated: how she had given up everything for her boy; how she was careless of her parents in their old age and misfortune, and only thought of the child; how absurdly and foolishly, impiously indeed, she took on when George was removed from her.Old Sedley forgot these charges as he was making up his last account, and did justice to the gentle and uncomplaining little martyr.One night when she stole into his room, she found him awake, when the broken old man made his confession."Oh, Emmy, I've been thinking we were very unkind and unjust to you,"he said and put out his cold and feeble hand to her.She knelt down and prayed by his bedside, as he did too, having still hold of her hand.When our turn comes, friend, may we have such company in our prayers!
Perhaps as he was lying awake then, his life may have passed before him--his early hopeful struggles, his manly successes and prosperity, his downfall in his declining years, and his present helpless condition--no chance of revenge against Fortune, which had had the better of him--neither name nor money to bequeath--a spent-out, bootless life of defeat and disappointment, and the end here! Which, I wonder, brother reader, is the better lot, to die prosperous and famous, or poor and disappointed? To have, and to be forced to yield; or to sink out of life, having played and lost the game? That must be a strange feeling, when a day of our life comes and we say, "To-morrow, success or failure won't matter much, and the sun will rise, and all the myriads of mankind go to their work or their pleasure as usual, but I shall be out of the turmoil."So there came one morning and sunrise when all the world got up and set about its various works and pleasures, with the exception of old John Sedley, who was not to fight with fortune, or to hope or scheme any more, but to go and take up a quiet and utterly unknown residence in a churchyard at Brompton by the side of his old wife.
Major Dobbin, Jos, and Georgy followed his remains to the grave, in a black cloth coach.Jos came on purpose from the Star and Garter at Richmond, whither he retreated after the deplorable event.He did not care to remain in the house, with the--under the circumstances, you understand.But Emmy stayed and did her duty as usual.She was bowed down by no especial grief, and rather solemn than sorrowful.She prayed that her own end might be as calm and painless, and thought with trust and reverence of the words which she had heard from her father during his illness, indicative of his faith, his resignation, and his future hope.
Yes, I think that will be the better ending of the two, after all.Suppose you are particularly rich and well-to-do and say on that last day, "I am very rich; I am tolerably well known; I have lived all my life in the best society, and thank Heaven, come of a most respectable family.I have served my King and country with honour.
I was in Parliament for several years, where, I may say, my speeches were listened to and pretty well received.
I don't owe any man a shilling: on the contrary, I lent my old college friend, Jack Lazarus, fifty pounds, for which my executors will not press him.I leave my daughters with ten thousand pounds apiece--very good portions for girls; I bequeath my plate and furniture, my house in Baker Street, with a handsome jointure, to my widow for her life; and my landed property, besides money in the funds, and my cellar of well-selected wine in Baker Street, to my son.I leave twenty pound a year to my valet; and I defy any man after I have gone to find anything against my character." Or suppose, on the other hand, your swan sings quite a different sort of dirge and you say, "I am a poor blighted, disappointed old fellow, and have made an utter failure through life.I was not endowed either with brains or with good fortune, and confess that I have committed a hundred mistakes and blunders.
I own to having forgotten my duty many a time.I can't pay what I owe.On my last bed I lie utterly helpless and humble, and I pray forgiveness for my weakness and throw myself, with a contrite heart, at the feet of the Divine Mercy." Which of these two speeches, think you, would be the best oration for your own funeral?
Old Sedley made the last; and in that humble frame of mind, and holding by the hand of his daughter, life and disappointment and vanity sank away from under him.
"You see," said old Osborne to George, "what comes of merit, and industry, and judicious speculations, and that.Look at me and my banker's account.Look at your poor Grandfather Sedley and his failure.And yet he was a better man than I was, this day twenty years--a better man, I should say, by ten thousand pound."Beyond these people and Mr.Clapp's family, who came over from Brompton to pay a visit of condolence, not a single soul alive ever cared a penny piece about old John Sedley, or remembered the existence of such a person.