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Mary Marston

CHAPTER XXVII
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It was not things themselves, but the reflection of things in the art of others, that moved him to produce.

Coleridge, I think, says of Dryden, that he took fire with the running of his own wheels: so did Tom; but it was the running of the wheels of others that set his wheels running.

He was like some young preachers who spend a part of the Saturday in reading this or that author, in order to _get up_ the mental condition favorable to preaching on the Sunday.

He was really fond of poetry; delighted in the study of its external elements for the sake of his craft; possessed not only a good but cultivated ear for verse, which is a rare thing out of the craft; had true pleasure in a fine phrase, in a strong or brilliant word; last and chief, had a special faculty for imitation; from which gifts, graces, and acquirements, it came, that he could write almost in any style that moved him--so far, at least, as to remind one who knew it, of that style; and that every now and then appeared verses of his in "The Firefly." As often as this took place, Letty was in the third heaven of delight.
For was not Tom's poetry unquestionably superior to anything else the age could produce?
was the poetry Cousin Godfrey made her read once to be compared to Tom's?
and was not Tom her own husband?
Happy woman she! But, by the time at which my narrative has arrived, the first mist of a coming fog had begun to gather faintly dim in her heart.

When Tom would come home happy, but talk perplexingly; when he would drop asleep in the middle of a story she could make nothing of; when he would burst out and go on laughing, and refuse to explain the motive--how was she to avoid the conclusion forced upon her, that he had taken too much strong drink?
and, when she noted that this condition reappeared at shorter and shorter intervals, might she not well begin to be frightened, and to feel, what she dared not allow, that she was being gradually left alone--that Tom had struck into a diverging path, and they were slowing parting miles from each other?
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