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tion often leaves the heart a bankrupt. dering hopes and desires. Here they Love in its iron age of disappointment fix them to one point, and make that becomes very degraded—it submits to be the altar upon which all the faculties of satisfied with merely external indulgen- the soul pour out their perpetual incies—a look-a touch of the hand, though occurring by accident—a kind “Burns, who has written of love more word, though uttered almost uncon- frequently, yet with more simplicity and sciously, suffices for its humble existence. sweetness than any other of our poets, In its first state, it is like man before strikingly illustrates the potency of this the fall, inhaling the odours of paradise, sentiment in associating itself with our and enjoying the communion of the Deity; accustomed amusements nd avocations. in the latter, it is like the same being There was no object in nature which he toiling amid the briar and the thistle, did not find it possible to compare or barely to maintain a squalid existence, contrast with the reigning queen of his without enjoyment, utility, or loveli- affections ; but the memory of one,
above all others, he has immortalized in “ Under the influence of love, we are strains as touching and poetical, as ever suspicious even of ourselves. We shrink flowed from a faithful recollection, a from making it the common topic of warm imagination, and a too fond heart." conversation. It is a feeling which ad- “In glancing over the pages of this mits of no participation. We would not, genuine bard of nature, we are every if we could, make converts, any farther moment struck with the peculiar pathos than our admiration extends; and as with which he speaks of love. Read as there is no sympathy to be obtained by an instance the following lines. communication, no one at all acquainted • Had we never lov'd sae blindly, with the world, or with the principles of
Had we never lov'd sae kindly, human nature, would ever tell their love, Never met or never parted, were it not for the power which this pas- We had ne'er been broken-hearted. sion possesses to overthrow the rational
Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ! faculties, to blind perception, and to
Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest! silence experience, holding the wise man
Thine be ilka joy and treasure, captive in the leading strings of second childhood, and drawing him on from one
Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure ! folly to another, until at last he awakes Ae fond kiss, and then we sever ; from his dream, and feels, like the un. Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! fortunate bellows-mender, that he is Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge wearing an ass's head. No sooner is the thee, spell dissolved, than he turns upon his Warring sighs and groans I'll wage fellow creatures the weapons of ridicule,
thee.' dipped in the venom of his wounded pride ; he laughs the more in order that Not the bee upon the blossom, he may appear to make light of his re- In the pride o' sunny noon; cent bonds, and thus revenges himself Not the little sporting fairy, for his own mortification.
All beneath the summer moon ! “Those who are wise enough to profit Not the poet, in the moment by the experience of others, learn to Fancy lightens on his e'e, keep silence on this theme, but it per- Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, vades their thoughts and feelings not the That thy presence gies to me.' less. It is present with them in the
"" Or again, morning when they awake, and in the • Altho' thou maun never be mine, evening when they seek repose.
It is Altho' even hope is denied ; cradled in the bosom of the scented 'Tis sweeter for thee despairing, rose, and rocked upon the crested waves Than aught in the world beside.'
It speaks to them in the “ And where in the records of feeling lulling wind, and gushes forth in the can we find a more affecting description fountain of the desert. It is clothed of love and poverty contending against in the golden majesty of the noon- each other, than in the following song ; day sun, and shrouded in the silver the first and last stanzas of which I shall radiance of the moon. It is the soul of quote for the benefit of those who are their world, the life of their sweet and too wise to think of love, who are too chosen thoughts, the centre of their ex- happy to have ever been compelled to istence, which gathers in all their wan- take poverty into their calculations, and
of the sea.
who are consequently unacquainted with poetry abounds in descriptions of that the fact that both together struggling for which assumes the sober garb of friendmastery over the wishes and the will, ship, and which is perhaps of all others create a warfare as fearful and desolating the most substantial support to the huas any which the human heart is capable man mind, through the difficulties and of enduring.
temptations necessarily encountered in • O Poortith cauld, and restless love, the journey of life. A friend well chosen
Ye wreck my peace between ye; is the greatest treasure we can possess. Yet Poortith a' I could forgive ! We have in such a friend the addition of An 'twere na for my Jeanie.
another mind, whose strength supplies O why should fate sic pleasure have, our weakness, and whose virtues render
Life's dearest bands untwining ? us ambitious of the same. We see freOr why sae sweet a flower as love, quent instances that men alone in the Depend on fortune's shining ? world - unknown, and unvalued, will
commit errors, we might say vices, from How blest the humble cotter's fate ! which the well-timed warning of a friend He wooes his simple dearie ;
would have restrained them, and stain The silly bogles, wealth and state, their character with follies, for which, Can never make them eerie.
if a friend had blushed, they too would O why should fate sic pleasure have, have been ashamed. All the endearing
Life's dearest bands untwining? associations which enhance our pleaOr why sae sweet a flower as love, sures, or console us under affliction, are
Depend on fortune's shining ? ' centred in the name of friend. When “Where deference is paid to moral the stroke of adversity falls upon us, the laws, and religious duties, love is re- sympathy of a true friend takes away garded as the bond of domestic union, half its heaviness. When the world the charm which diffuses a secret, but misunderstands our meaning, and attriholy influence over our domestic enjoy- butes bad motives to what are only illments. In patriarchal times, when men judged actions, we think (with what were dispersed over the face of the earth satisfaction those who have experienced in separate families or tribes, love dwelt the feeling alone can tell) that there is among them like a patient handmaid, one who knows us better. When good ministering to their private comfort, but fortune comes unexpectedly upon us, in wholly uninfluential in directing their a tide too sudden and too full for enjoyimportant movements. In the days of ment, we hasten to our friend, who shares chivalry, when men, following the stan- the overplus, and leaves us happy. When dard of false glory, maintained their doubtfully we tread the dangerous path possessions by force of arms, and sacri- of life, misdirected by our passions, and ficed ease, honesty, or life, to the laws bewildered by our fears, we look for the of honour and the adventures of knight- hand of friendship to point out the safe errantry, love was worshipped as a god- footing, from whence we shall bless our dess, whose inspiration endowed her vo- guide. When wounded, slighted, and taries with superhuman power, and whose cast back into the distance, by those protection was a shield of adamant. whose fickle favour we had sought to And thus, through the different changes win, we exclaim in the midst of our disof national character and customs, love appointments, . There is one who loves adapts itself to all, luxuriating in the me still l' And when wearied with the indulgence of artificial life, or sharing warfare of the world, and sick of its the drudgery of corporeal toil.
harsh sounds, and sights,' we return to “Even in individuals, it is not going the communion of friendship as we rest, too far to say, that low notions of the after a laborious journey, in a safe sweet nature and attributes of love, bespeak garden of refreshment and peace. There a vitiated mind, and show, like the trail is unquestionably much to be done in of the serpent,' in the garden of Eden, the way of cultivating this garden, and that the principle of evil has been there. maintaining our right to possess it; but There is in its elevated nature, a cha- it repays us for the price, and when we racter of constancy, truth, and dignity, have exercised forbearance, and interwhich constitutes the essence of its changed kind offices, and spoken, and being, and no pure eye can behold it borne to hear the truth, and been faithrobbed of these, without sorrow and in- ful, and gentle, and sincere, we find a dignation."
recompense in our own bosoms, as well * Besides the love here spoken of, as in the affections of our friend."
PERCIE, MY PAGE, and gently placing her hand on my arm, OR, A LEGACY OF A LADY. I demanded who he was. By this time
a crowd had surrounded us, amongst While making a tour on the Continent, which was an inferior officer of his regichance brought me to Vienna, that scene ment, to whom he turned and spoke in of romance, assassination, and mystery. an under tone, and then haughtily asIn one of my evening strolls, my atten- sured me his comrade would make every tion was arrested by the form of a beau- arrangement for any satisfaction required, tiful female, tripping lightly into the and left the church.
What was my church of St. Etienne; curiosity induced astonishment at this moment, to find me to follow her, when I beheld her that the lady whose wrongs I had be kneel before one of its altars, evidently advocating had disappeared ! in deep devotion. She had scarcely proceeded up the aisle, Percie, my valet, assumed the attitude of prayer, when a appeared. The thought instantly occaptain of the Imperial Guard, who, like curred to me, of making this faithful boy myself, was struck with her extreme my confidant.
I therefore acquainted beauty, stepped forward ; and, stooping, him with the whole affair, and left him kissed her foot, which was remarkable to determine for the future. After I for its symmetry. She instantly arose, left, it appears they repaired to the and, with indignation and mortified pride glacis, and arranged that, as the night beaming in her countenance, which, if was closing in, we should meet there in possible, rendered it more beautiful than the morning at six. With matters left before, she, to my surprise, sought my in this state, it may readily be conceiveď protection. What was to be done? the night dragged heavily on; to conThe appeal of beauty was irresistible; jecture the result was impossible. At
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last the day dawned, and, repairing to various articles I could not at first disthe spot appointed, with Percie as my tinguish. My host fortunately gave me second, if necessary, we there found the the opportunity to gratify my curiosity two soldiers in waiting. I was anxious by frequent absences under the houseto offer every explanation, and urged the keeper's apology (odd, I thought, for a singular situation in which I was placed; chevalier) of expediting breakfast ; and but nothing short of an exchange of shots with the aid of Percie, I tumbled his would satisfy. Being supplied with chattels about with all necessary freepistols, we took our stand; and at the dom. instant we were about to fire, a bullet “ That,” said the chevalier, entering, from a rifle, fired by an unseen hand, as I turned out the face of a fresh went through my antagonist's heart : he coloured picture to the light, “ is a capo sprang from the earth and fell on his d'opera of a French artist, who painted back, and in a moment we were sur- it, as you may say, by the gleam of the rounded by several armed men. One of dagger.” them, whose dress and demeanour were “A cool light, as a painter would superior to the others, stepped forward, say!” and urging me to forego my surprise for “ He was a cool fellow, sir, and the present, invited me to breakfast, would have handled a broadsword better assuring me, at the same time, all should than a pencil.” be satisfactorily explained. He then Percie stepped up while I was exgave a signal to his attendants, who, it amining the exquisite finish of the picappears, were provided with horses, and ture, and asked very respectfully if the we rode to the mansion of my new friend. chevalier would give him the particulars I had scarcely entered when I found of the story. It was a full length porPercie at my heels.
trait of a young and excessively beautiful • What do you want, Percie?" girl, of apparently scarce fifteen, entirely
He was walking into the room with all nude, and lying upon a black velvet the deliberate politeness of a “gold- couch, with one foot laid on a broken stick-in-waiting.”
diadem, and her right hand pressing a “ I beg pardon, sir, but I was asked wild rose to her heart. to walk up,
and I was not sure whether “ It was the fancy, sir," continued the I was still a gentleman.”
chevalier, “of a bold outlaw, who loved It instantly struck me that it might the only daughter of a noble of Hunseem rather infra dig.
the chevalier gary.” (my new friend had thus announced “Is this the lady, sir?" asked Percie, himself) to have had a valet for a second, in his politest valet French. and as he immediately after entered the The chevalier hesitated a moment and room, having stepped below to give looked over his shoulder as if he might orders about his horse, I presented Per- be overheard. cie as a gentleman and my friend, and “This is she-copied to the minutest resumed my observation of the singular shadow of a hair! He was a bold outapartment in which I found myself. law, gentlemen, and had plucked the
The effect on coming first in at the lady from her father's castle with his own door, was that of a small and lofty chapel, hand.” where the light struggled in from an “ Against her will ?" interrupted Perunseen aperture above the altar. There cie, rather energetically. were two windows at the farther extre- “No!" scowled the chevalier, as if mity, but curtained so heavily, and set his lowering brows had articulated the so deeply into the wall, that I did not at word, “ by her own will and connivance; first observe the six richly-carpeted steps for she loved him.” which led up to them, nor the luxuriously Percie drew a long breath, and looked cushioned seats on either side of the more closely at the taper limbs and the casement, within the niche, for those exquisitely chiselled features of the face, who would mount thither for fresh air. which was turned over the shoulder with The walls were tapestried, but very rag- a look of timid shame inimitably true to ged and dusty, and the floor, though nature. there were several thicknesses of the “She loved him," continued our fierce heavy-piled, small, Turkey carpets laid narrator, who, I almost began to suspect loosely over it, was irregular and sunk- was the outlaw himself, by the energy
The corners were heaped with with which he enforced the tale, “and
after a moonlight ramble or two with “ Was it not? I came up the next him in the forest of her father's domain, moment, but the spear stuck in his she fled and became his wife. You are shoulder, and I could not fall upon a admiring the hair, sir! It is as luxuriant wounded man. We carried him to our and glossy now!"
ruined castle in the mountains, and “ If you please, sir, it is the villain while my Iminild cured her own wound, himself i” said Percie, in an undertone. I sent for his paints, and let him finish
“ Bref,” continued the chevalier, his bold beginning with a difference of either not understanding English, or not my own. You see the picture.” heeding the interruption, “ an adventu- “ Was the painter's love cured with rous painter, one day, hunting the pic. his wound ?" I asked, with a smile. turesque in the neighbourhood of the “No, by St. Stephen ! He grew ten outlaw's retreat, surprised this fair crea- times more enamoured as he drew. He ture bathing in one of the loneliest was as fierce as a welk hawk, and as mountain streams in Hungary. His art willing to quarrel for his prey. I could appeared to be his first passion, for he have driven my dagger to his heart a hid himself in the trees, and drew her as hundred times for the mutter of his lips she stood dallying on the margin of the and the flash of his dark eyes as he fed small pool in which the brook loitered; his gaze upon her ; but he finished the and so busy was he with his own work, picture, and I gave him a fair field. He or so soft was the mountain moss under chose the broadsword, and hacked away its master's tread, that the outlaw looked, at me like a man." unperceived the while, over his shoulder, " And the result”-I asked. and fell in love anew with the admirable "I am here !" replied the outlaw, counterfeit. She looked like a naiad, significantly. sir, new born of a dewdrop and a violet.” Percie leaped up the carpeted steps, I nodded an assent to Percie.
and pushed back the window for fresh “The sketch, excellent as it seemed, air ; and, for myself, I scarce knew how was still unfinished, when the painter, to act under the roof of a man who, enamoured, as he might well be, of these though he confessed himself an outlaw sweet limbs, glossy with the shining and almost an assassin, was bound to me water, flung down his book, and sprang by the ties of our own critical adventure, toward her. The outlaw
and had confided his condition to me “Struck him to the heart? Oh hea- with so ready a reliance on my honour. ven!” said Percie, covering his eyes as In the midst of my dilemma, while I was if he could see the murder.
pretending to occupy myself with exa"No! he was a student of the human mining a silver-mounted and peaked soul, and deferred his vengeance.” saddle, which I found behind the picture
Percie looked up and listened, like a in the corner, a deep and unpleasant man whose wits were perfectly abroad. voice announced breakfast.
“He was not unwilling, since her “Wolfen is rather a grim chamberlain,” person had been seen irretrievably, to said the chevalier, bowing with the grace know how his shrinking Iminild (this and smile of the softest courtier, was her name of melody) would have he will usher you to breakfast, and I am escaped, had she been thus found alone." sure you stand in need of it. For myself,
" The painter” – prompted Percie, I could eat worse meat than my grandimpatient for the sequel.
father with this appetite.” “The painter flew over rock and Percie gave me a look of inquiry and brake, and sprang into the pool in which uneasiness when he found we were to she was half immersed ; and my brave follow the rough domestic through the
dark corridors of the old house, and He hesitated, for he had betrayed through his underbred politeness of inhimself.
sisting on following his host, I could see "Ay—she is mine, gentlemen ; and I that he was unwilling to trust the outlaw am Yvain, the outlaw-my brave wife, I with the rear ; but a massive and broad say, with a single bound, leaped to the door, flung open at the end of the passage, rock where her dress was concealed, let in upon us presently the cool and seized a short spear which she used as a
fresh air from a northern exposure, and staff in her climbing rambles, and struck stepping forward quickly to the threshold, it through his shoulder as he pursued !" we eheld a picture which changed the
“Bravely done !" I thought aloud. current and colour of our thoughts.