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Blest order, which in power dost so excel, / Fain would I draw nigh, / Fain put thee on; exchanging my lay sword / For that of th' Holy Word. / HERBERT.
About a year from this time an uncle of Mrs. Trevor's died, leaving / twenty thousand pounds to his niece's second son, Eustace, his god-son; / and the persecuted young man thus found himself, by this unexpected / behest, placed in a position which rendered him to a degree independent / of the tyranny and bondage to which he had been hitherto subjected by / his father, and at liberty, if so had been his pleasure, to relinquish / the profession which had in such an arbitrary manner been forced upon / him. But it was not thus to be. Very different now was the nature of / the case. He stood a free man -- free to choose or to reject the path of / life before him, and the spirit which had struggled so fiercely in the / ignoble chains which bound it to that course, now disenthralled, turned / as naturally as the eagle to the sun, to that high and holy service for / which he had been prepared.