[{"node":{"title":"Hanna143","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna143","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Saviour, Horror","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna143","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna143_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff137\n\nHow she Had loved those early days! On Saturday afternoons\nthey walked far out of the city, and there, as she sat on his\nhandkerohief on a grassy bank, Edwin would deliver his virgin sermons.\nHoe she had clasped her hands in ecstasy at some particularly felicitious\nphrase; how the tears had risen to her eyes as he dwelt on the love\nand agony of our Saviour; how ner flowerlike face had contracted in\nlittle pangs of anguish as he spoke of the erring soul and the\nJudgement to come. And then Edwin would suddenly crush the sheets\nin his hand, and runto her and take her face in his hands and kiss\nthe shadows away. Ah, happy happy days!\n\nThen as he became moody and irritable and discontented with\nher, what marvels of ingenuity and self-deception she practised on\nherserlf Were not these moods und silences and brief displays of\ntemper? the human frailities that had marked every great man? but\nslowly and reluctantly, and not without much self-reproach, she began\nto admit to herself that Edwin might not be the great divine they' both\nso fondly imagined he would be, in their courtship and early marriage.\n\nWhen Sorleyson arrived at his decision in his study that evening\nhe experienced a sense of relief far outweighing, any fear of what the\nfuture held. For the first time he had admitted to himself, openly\nand frankly, his incapability and distaste for the life of a clergy-\nman. But when he went to tell his wife his courage failed him, and\nhe left her with the idea that he would grace a pulpit elsewhere.\name idea got abroad in the townlands and among his brethern and\nfriends in the city, with growing horror he realised that he had\nmerely escaped from one plight into another which was becoming\n","Type":"Text"}}]