In this trying time, it was to Ellen that not only her cousin but even her uncle turned, by her example to obtain more control and strength.  No persuasions could induce her to leave the side of her aunt’s couch, or resign to another the painful yet soothing task of nursing.  Young and inexperienced she was, but her strong affection for her aunt, heightened by some other feeling which was hidden in her own breast, endowed her at once with strength to endure continued fatigue, with an experience that often made Mr. Maitland contemplate her with astonishment.  From the period of Herbert’s death, Ellen had placed her feelings under a restraint that utterly prevented all relief in tears.  She was never seen to weep; every feature had indeed spoken the deep affliction that was hers, but it never interfered with the devoted care she manifested towards her aunt.  Silently yet perseveringly she laboured to soften the intense suffering in the mother’s heart; it was on her neck Mrs. Hamilton had first wept freely and relievingly, and as she clasped the orphan to her bosom, had lifted up her heart in thanksgiving that such a precious gift was yet preserved her, how little did even she imagine all that was passing in Ellen’s heart; that Herbert to her young fancy had been how much dearer than a brother; that she mourned not only a cousin’s loss, but one round whom her first affections had been twined with an intensity that death alone could sever.  How little could she guess the continued struggle pressing on that young mind, the anguish of her solitary moments, ere she could by prayer so calm her bursting heart as to appear the composed and tranquil being she ever seemed before the family.  Mrs. Hamilton could only feel that the comfort her niece bestowed in this hour of affliction, her controlled yet sympathising conduct, repaid her for all the care and sorrow Ellen once had caused.  Never had she regretted she had taken the orphans to her heart and cherished them as her own; but now it was she felt the Lord had indeed returned the blessing tenfold in her own bosom; and still more did she feel this in the long and painful convalescence that followed her brief but severe attack of fever, when Ellen was the only one of her children remaining near her.

Completely worn out by previous anxiety, the subsequent affliction, and, finally, her mother’s dangerous illness, Emmeline’s health appeared so shattered, that as soon as the actual danger was passed, Myrvin insisted on her going with him, for change of air and scene, to Llangwillan, a proposal that both her father and Mr. Maitland seconded; trembling for the precious girl so lately made his own, Arthur resisted her entreaties to remain a little longer at Oakwood, and conveyed her at once to his father’s vicarage, where time and improved tidings of her mother restored at length the bloom to her cheek and the smile to her lip.