He loved a few dear
friends, but he shrunk from a crowd, and never cared to make many
acquaintances. He soon formed a strong attachment to his uncle; the love
which nature meant for his father was lavished with prodigality on this
beloved relative, who cherished for his adopted son the most tender
regard.
He loved the mocking, laughter-loving, mischievous Godfrey, who
delighted to lay all his naughty tricks and devilries upon his quiet
cousin; while he considered himself as his patron and protector, and
often gave himself great airs of superiority. For the sake of peace,
Anthony often yielded a disputed point to his impetuous companion,
rather than awaken his turbulent temper into active operation. Yet he
was no coward--on the contrary, he possessed twice the moral courage of
his restless playmate; but a deep sense of gratitude to his good uncle,
for the blessed change he had effected in his situation, pervaded his
heart, and influenced all his actions.
CHAPTER VII.
The weary heart may mourn
O'er the wither'd hopes of youth,
But the flowers so rudely shorn
Still leave the seeds of truth.
J.W.D. Moodie.
And years glided on. The trials of school, and all its joyous pastimes
and short-lived sorrows, were over, and the cousins returned to spend
the long-looked for and happy vacation at home.
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