as in the failure of some great bank or ‘Life
and Trust Company,’ reckoned perfectly impregnable,
the fortune of delicate ladies, always accustomed to
luxury, has been swept away; where there are no relatives
able or willing to render much assistance, and daughters
have to seek employment that will give themselves
and an aged mother a bare competence, with all my
disposition to bear things bravely and philosophically,
I contend that human nature can hardly be visited
with a heavier trial. For men, it is comparatively
easy; but there are instances, in every large city,
of ladies, once wealthy, now reduced to a sort of genteel
beggary, that a man would shrink from, but that women
can not very well avoid. Fancy the bitterness
of such a life; the constant memory of happier days
contrasted with the present condition, which has no
prospect of improvement; the keenness of present sorrow
rendered more acute by education and refinement; the
necessity not merely of economy, for most of us can
bear a large portion of this pretty cheerfully; but
the difficulty, with close economy, of supplying the
decent comforts of life, and tell me, as some who
have never been visited by any trial of this kind
would tell me, if it is selfish and sordid to compare
this lasting sorrow with that great ordinance of death
and separation which all must share alike? Alas!
these are objects not generally reached by charitable
societies; but not less deserving, and subjected to
trials no less hard than those whose lot has always
been one of poverty.
Having admitted that, under some circumstances, the
loss of property may occasion grief so deep and lasting
as to make it worthy of comparison even with loss
of dear friends, I would say, on the other hand, that
instances often occur where no comparison can be made
between the two evils. We hear sometimes of dreadful
calamities at sea, where entire families are swept
away; where, as on the ‘Austria,’ the only
alternative is the mode of death, whether it
shall be on the burning ship or beneath the cold,
dark billow. What experience can be more awful,
in the life of any man, than that which compelled this
father to throw child after child into the sea, not
with any hope of rescue, but merely to prolong for
a few moments a life that could no longer be endured
on the burning deck? Different, but scarcely less
painful, the burial of hope in a father’s breast,
as in the death of the sons of Hallam. Industry
may repair the wrecks of fortune; but the hopes and
affections that have centered here must be laid aside
forever.
Are there many of us, after all, who would care for
a career of unbroken prosperity? Men of talent
and worth have been crushed and hurried to their graves
by the iron hand of poverty; but for one such, there
have probably been ten who have passed through life
with energies and talents never fully called forth;
because easy circumstances have never demanded any
great exertion from them. This leaves out a class