Next day, a large ship, the Rachel
, was descried, bearing directly down upon the Pequod, all her spars thickly clustering with men.
In Ramah there was a voice heard,--weeping, and lamentation, and great mourning; Rachel
weeping for her children, and would not be comforted.
Pratt, and she also was childless--childless, and sorrowful for that reason, and not to be comforted.
As thou art born of woman, spare the honour of a helpless maiden She is the image of my deceased Rachel
, she is the last of six pledges of her love Will you deprive a widowed husband of his sole remaining comfort?
My dear Rachel
, you have had him to yourself for over twenty years.
It's a deep mystery--the way the heart of man turns to one woman out of all the rest he's seen i' the world, and makes it easier for him to work seven year for HER, like Jacob did for Rachel
, sooner than have any other woman for th' asking.
How much does this custom among the Indian woman of repairing to the hilltops in the night, and pouring forth their wailings for the dead, call to mind the beautiful and affecting passage of Scripture, "In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel
weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not.
A few months ago we were in hopes that he was about to settle down again for he became engaged to Rachel
Howells, our second house-maid; but he has thrown her over since then and taken up with Janet Tregellis, the daughter of the head game-keeper.
Davoust and Massena, who wrought in many a battle tragedy, are here, and so also is Rachel
, of equal renown in mimic tragedy on the stage.
Down in the saloon of her father's ship, Miss Rachel
Vinrace, aged twenty-four, stood waiting her uncle and aunt nervously.
, were sauntering through the shadows of the Haunted Wood.
Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies' eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde's Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs.