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This habit of appropriation, however divine it departed from his dear Bubble Girl, and the may be, is sometimes sad enough to earthly happy time disappeared like one of their own hearts! Whether bubbles get loved by the gods, brightest bubbles, and got itself absorbed into the and so also experience a similar early demise, past. remains uncertain. Certain, however, is it that those bubbles which sailed the furthest and lasted the longest were seldom the brightest ; while the fairest and clearest reflexed sun, sky, and earth Of all the wonderful powers (writes Teufelsonly for a few moments, but then left behind them dröckh to the present editor), of all the wonderful glowing recollections, more full of beauty and powers set to work by Infinite Wisdom in this wonlight than were left by those strong, soaring derful me, Memory is altogether the wonderfullest ! bubbles, which gradually sailed away till they Thou canst not see with other men's eyes, nor hear vanished out of sight. Just so do they who die with the ears of them ; but thou canst use their

memories, and thine own with them, also may beyoung live young in our hearts, while those who come helpful to history, whatever kind or extent live on grow old together, and when gone are of it may happen to have interest for thee remembered only as last seen.

Memory wanting to us, history were non-extant; Sometimes, like spirit from beyond the grave, a the past, darkness; the present, a blank; the future, bubble, long thought resolved into its original nowhere ; for always our finite ideas can only from elements, will reäppear shining afresh, beautiful past facts deduce faith in futurity. Thou mayst as ever—even seems, defying decay, to soar hap- unto thee ; yet with memory is thy life not unhap

be deaf as a post; the sun may be thick darkness pily up into the heavens! Image of those child- py, and thy soul full of light. Well did the anangel souls, who all their lives are as little chil cients of all tongues make the waters of oblivion dren in spirit, as bright, pure, and heaven-seek- also the waters of death! As, therefore, when we ing as that sun-kissed bubble !

forget all, we are dead ; so when we forget the And now Brown junior, gazing on his merrily smallest thing, a portion of life is lost to us! glancing companion, courageously addresses the

Memory, therefore, is the highest attribute of wonder-worker, and in his turn becomes inducted life, till it departs, gradually or otherwise, from

man—the vivifying soul-fire that lights us through into the mystery. See how carefully, hesitating- us; and in the end becomes a star fixed forever in ly, he breathes through the tube ; and when, by the firmament of heaven ! assistance of his little teacher, he succeeds, behold his radiant look of joy! He clasps her to his

In this wise does our old friend manifest his heart-covers her rosy cheeks with kisses ! existence, and memory of us, amid the dirt and From that moment his affections were all centred tobacco-smoke of that attic of his, in the Waunin her ; and day by day, with arms lovingly en- gass of Wiessichnichtwo, and appears by epistles twined round each other, they strove which could at very uncertain periods, utterly irrespective of blow beautifullest bubbles, and gloried in fierce reciprocity by the present editor, and apparently bubble battles, waged in sunny air to the music of depending on the chance advent of some possessmerry laughter. And like the elfin children ing demon of an idea, which, always we observe, written about by Frederikh Niemaud, our young

once into him, gets itself driven about into strangBrown and his playfellow also

est contortions, until all life is worried out of it, Had dreams filled with sunlit bubbles, more splen- offensive enough.

and he casts it forth a dead carcass, too often did, if possible, than those they saw by day. Some

In the preceding (for him beautiful bubble flew away, leading them far over infinitely lucid) extract, one dimly perceives a hill and valley to enchanted groves and strange sort of meaning, worth, perhaps, some little wild places, full of sweets and flowers; then van-degree of labor to understand, if, indeed, by any ishing away, left in its place a fairy annid the sun- not too gigantic effort, one may anyhow hope to beams, who loved little children, and knew what arrive at it. most they loved to see and hear. And sometimes,

It will, perhaps, be as well here, once for all, when the bubble burst, they found themselves alone, far from where they knew their way, and the to remark one thing which we have with infinité wicked fairy left them, laughing at their sorrow. sadness observed in his writings. After much And in their dreams they cried and woke. Then painful labor, we have been forced reluctantly to in the daytime they told each other these adven- arrive at the conclusion, that if any meaning does tures, and tried to dance the dances, and sing the by chance appear on the surface, intended real music, the fairies had taught them in dreamland, meaning, if any, is altogether other than that! And they talked about the good bubble fairies and the bad ones that sometimes led them astray, and

How he has in the above extract quite omitted these they suppose must have been bubbles blown any but one view of the question, is so contrary by them when they were not good children, and to his usual all-sidedness, and consequent obscuwhich had thus been in the power of a bad fairy, rity, that it can only be accounted for by suppogwho entered them and liked to tease, perplex, and ing that he reserves for another letter some frighten little children : while the good, kind entirely opposite view of it. fairies, made glass coaches for themselves of the good bubbles, and joyed to show the good children delighted amid a past of roses.

Memory, doubtless, is charming enough playing

But unfortunately all the pretty things in fairy land.

it can be considerably unpleasant, nay, absolutely So also was is with our little Brown till he lhatcful under other circumstances. It may also be remarked, that the rosiest of pasts will occa-| Greek lexicon and the like. How many minutes, sionally manifest a few thorns.

O thou young lover! hast thou wasted, secretly To youth, however, Memory is joyous as the forming her worshipped name on thy slate in future of Hope, also in some measure founded choicest caligraphy attainable to thee! on chance upon it. So was it with our young Brown. of other eyes than thine own seeing it, to be Years—long years—through day and night, quickly rubbed out with ready cuff of jacket. dreams in joyful home hours and miserable school Not so easily erasable from thy heart. half-years ; amid thousand blooming or fading Beautiful bubble dreams also were dreamt by time-flowers, twined lovingly, and deathless bright him; travels and adventures, joys and sorrows, all tendril memories of her his long-loved Bubble Girl ; shared with her. By day also, were not all acts from that delightful time, seen by him no more, of his considered as to her approbation--his life, thought of perhaps the oftener. “Philosophy,” all hers? says our old friend Dryasdust—"philosophy, And time steadily going on, through dreams speculating on this, concludes that old associations and day-tasks, still flew on, carrying him towards with her must have been kept alive in mind of manhood, and at last emancipating him from Brown junior by the connection between the yel- Greek and Latin poets, and in their stead giving low or Windsor soap, with which he performed him to learn, and, if possible, to understand prose his daily ablations, and that original ingredient in tasks in cash and credit, discount and interest, the too-well remembered bubbles !” After a too exchange and value. lengthy metaphysical disquisition on the probable Nevertheless, through columns of Arabian mental effects produced in Brown junior hy certain figures, between fret-work of rose tint and azure, other saponaceous experiences, as being of a too and amid Vallombrosa—thick leaves of heavy frothy character, Dryasdust continues in his hum- ledgers, still shone her form to him. Still in the drum, sleepy way, to examine at great length into pleasant clink of cash spoke remembrance of her the psychological influences such passages as the silver voice. Did not the very paper thou wrotest past may have had towards inducing Brown junior on remind thee of her purity, the black ink of the to a love of soap and Jather, and to more fre- darkness of her hair, the red ink of the rosiness quent ablutions, than boys are apt constitutionally of her lips ? And whenever thou acceptedst a to indulge in. And in his too cogitative, many- bill, didst thou not, O lover! wish that thou also worded manner, which one marvels how a man wert accepted ? unpossessed of the elixir of life, and with a too- Thus does love encompass all things with requick coming death, at any rate not far from hin, membrance of the loved one ; make all actions can be content to think, talk, much more write in ! subservient to thoughts of her: ever present in the Dryasdust goes on to speculate how near such heart of the lover, his life is with her, and lives induced cleanliness might have been akin to godli- for her. ness, thus causing his youthful bubble-blowing to So lived our young Brown, surrounded, doubttend to the furtherance of his eternal welfare ; less, by beautiful forms, lovely faces, and loving and takes occasion to point out from it, what one hearts ; yet knowing them not, or seeing in them well enough knew without his bat-eyed leading, only “walking clothes-horses," and "patent dihow smallest things often lead on to greatest gesting apparatuses !" Yet unconsciously out of things, affecting not this life only, but the life to these did he build for himself an ideal of all love

And oftenest, he concludes, (not before it and beauty, and forgetting time and change, woris time,) through the kind ministry of woman. ship her only, fondly believing that form to be his

To this kind ministry may we hereupon con- loved Bubble Girl! clude, with our old friend, was Brown junior Foolish lover! yet, perhaps, not more foolish indebted for hours of sweet musing, dreams of than others; for have not most men to get through happiness, and thousand healthful thoughts and some such star-worship, some such ideal love-fire, fancies wafted about purposeless as yet!

before they arrive at true living and loving? Ris

ing into such love of a non-extant thing, believed, CHAPTER II.-DREAMS.

nevertheless, to be extant and visible to him in some Bubble-like thoughts, sparkling through sunny dark-eyed shrine, only, on discovery of contrary boyhood, led him constantly on towards her. facts, precipitales him into an abyss of despair, And as the fairies, in his dreams of old, sailed whence, after a time of sarcastic savage-mindedwithin their glittering bubbles, so in his glowing ness, he comes up with eyes unscaled, and now thoughts ever floated, glory-shrined, her who had having insight into the nonentity of his ideal, and taught him then to make those fairy chariots, now into the value of truth, as outwardly manifested to think these pleasant thoughts. Always her in the actual, over truth as inwardly visible in the form hovered amid his dreams ; always was she ideal! And thereupon straightway falls into love, the light and life of those fair palaces of joy after a fashion found infinitely preferable, and altoHope builds for him, on that uncertain cloudland gether more consonant with happiness in this life the future, on this side the grave.

of ours, than rising into love of some impossibly Dream on, thou young unconscious one! Happy divine ideality. From such discovery and recovery, in thy reveries, even ainid the too-stern realities may we not date the real useful existence of any of getting into thee sufficient Latin grammar, man? le ihen finds content in relinquishing the


ideal which is unattainable, for that wnich dwells payment is rare enough ; and when met with, not amid the real, and arises out of it.

improbably discouraged—nay, even, perhaps, Brown junior, however, cannot yet do this gazed at with idiotic wonder by idolatrous Mamdesirable thing ; not even think it to be desirable ; mon-worshippers. but dwells idly in a misty dream-world, principally Among such teachers of worldly wisdom was occupied by his Bubble Girl and himself, lighted our young Brown working his way on through by countless prismatic bubbles, or ghosts of them, time towards the upshot of that love of his ; floating on towards him from out the past ; which thought and fancy meanwhile forming for him a also may serve to show us to what end his dreams bright haloed future, dim amid rosy mist, but are tending.

surely enclosing her who was the Psyche of his

world. Woods, winds, fields, flowers-everything CHAPTER 11.-LOVE.

was full of thoughts of her ; and all the world In the present generally too-half-cultivated state was glorious to him because she also was of it, of society in which we find ourselves, and the and was his. consequent multiplicity of mere book-making, much Passively existing thus, amid daily cares and useless sentiment gets itself printed, in shape prin- nightly visions, his life as yet but a bubble, more cipally of waste-paper verses, which, if read, useful if resolved into its original soap, dreamed would seldom or never be found to contain much our young Brown. At length, however, common new idea. On this old theme of love, for instance, sense chancing to get into him, he bethought himcannot one well imagine, that although practically self

, “ Fool that I amn, thus to feed useless Fancy it may individually be always new to us, yet that with moonshine and bags of wind! What had I anything now to be said about it must almost in- legs, arms, head for, unless to use them to some evitably have been said before? Is it not, there more profitable purpose? What, after all, do I fore, altogether wisest to omit talking much of actually know of her, this Bubble Girl, as she these feelings-save only to those who happen now is ? Absolutely nothing. Go, then, thou to participate in their coincident originality ? which, canst find her if extant, nor dream again till thou unfortunately, cannot be expected of more than canst dream true.” one out of the miscellaneous million now written Hereupon Brown junior, determining to act, imfor : which solitary reader, however fit audience, mediately packed carpet-bag, donned paletôt, and might be considered too few to render desirable set forth, another pilgrim of love, full of thoughts much expenditure of ink and goosequill.

that, bubble-like arose and burst, not without a “ It is love,” says the song, “ that makes the certain beauty first manifested, to solve the first world go round.” Taken in its highest meaning, great enigma, of his life. Did she, his long-loved, this is a divine truth ; in lowest, a mathematical remember him—love him? Heart-palpitatingly axiom, meaning that love prevents this life from entered he that well-remembered portal—saw being too multi-angular-sufficiently angular even there, as of old, the curtained window of the door with counteracting help of it. Nay, such is the that led to where she was ; and, lo! once again obstinate contradictoriness of human nature, that from it came forth—is it? can it be ?-his Bubthis love itself even occasionally causes in despair- ble Girl! ing lover a desire to exchange this earth for that

BOOK III, --ACTUAL. Hydrasill-supported disc-world, from the external precipices of whose encircling mountains he might

CHAPTER 1.-CHANGE. precipitate himself, body as well as soul, at once It must, at some time in the life of every man, and forever into infinite space !

have been a source of more or less anxiety to him, But when this magnetic love has mutually whether she he endeavors to obtain will be his or attracted through time and space, and at length not. Pity for any man if, for more worldly reasons brings its two objects into actual juxtaposition, how than affection, careless certainty be his : more pity will the sought-for one manifest her love? How for him if, with trusting simplicity, relying on much more precious were such love freely, truth- manifestations of love for him, he lives in a heavenfully given, than if only to be won from its con- tower of hope, surrounded by pleasant thoughts of cealment by dint of importunate adjurations ! past and future-only, on actual presentation of

Here also, as in most things, we may perceive suit, to find himself, from motives connected with the use of credit. Beautiful is a faithful heart, the non-existence of any idea worth other than full of faith in some other heart! More beautiful pounds sterling suddenly precipitated into a horrid is the soul whose faith, althongh never even so Barathrum abyss of untrust in the truth of her much as a grain of mustard seed, comfortingly love ; until, at length, all want of truth in it beteaches her how small a portion of it is, by In-coming palpable to him, love changes into other finite Goodness, permitted to be sufficient to save than it, and once more he becomes a free soul. her from eternal death.

Changes such as these he is fortunate who Unfortunately, however, in this actual, viandif- escapes—or rather, say unfortunate ; not having erous life of ours, amid conflicting political systems, thus gone through the fire if te come purified endeavoring each to get itself to work, commer- therefrom. This experience also, however dearly cial and domestic financial crises, and general bought it may at the time appear, becomes matter derangement of things, faith in aught beside cash of after thankfulness for escaped peril.

now art.

Milissus never could have been a lover when he possessed of sundry valuable papers relative to your argued that all change was simply illusion. Is Oliver Cromwell and his doings, yet sacrifices them not this life all change, crowned by death, the to strange fears of old ghosts of feelings—deaths' greatest of all ?—surely no illusion. Philosophers hobgoblins frightful, one had hitherto believed,

heads, long since proved to be nothing but such, and and physiologists also teach us that these bodies only to miserablest idiot ludicrous enough, truly, of ours renew blood and tissue at least once in “ as well as very lamentable!" The most charitablo every seven years, so that seven years ago thou conclusion arrivable at in this case is that the soul wast altogether a different man from what thou of such man gets itself born, absurdly enough, two

This wonderful fact, should it any time centuries or so later than it ought, from what possi.. come to be acted upon in society, might occasion ble cause remains undiscovered—nay, even unsursomewhat disagreeably strange things. “Behold," soul may manifest itself, place of such in its owa

mised. At all times, perhaps, some such after-bora says, for instance, the wife of thy bosom to thee, century having been usurped by some other cunning “ behold, I am in no way bound to obey thee : soul, which contrived to get itself born instead, and He whom (so many) years ago, that which was so passed for a genius, philosophical discoverer, then I, did vow to love, honor, and obey, was &c. &c., being to such extent what we call in quite other than thou, as I am other than she ; " advance of the age.” Whose soul it was that therefore," &c. Should chance of such scene

made a name for itself in that seventeenth century, ever become probable, it might not be amiss (or instead of the soul of this Mr. So-and-So, it is now

impossible to determine-conjecture, also, wer not, as found desirable) to get ourselves re-married

unnecessarily hazardous. every seven years or so. Even as at present, on May we not also hold that such manifestation of some physical and constitutional grounds, and for fear was significant of prophetic foresight of the similar reasons founded on the relative value of upturning revolution, disturbances, &c., which have prevention and cure, physicians recommend such since shaken the world to the profit of mankind, periodical vaccination.

only as extant in newspaper editors, short-hand writ Law, as well as physic, also appears to have

ers, and the like? From which fact doubts may arise considered certain statutes with an eye to these in these affairs-a question worth, perhaps, inquiry

as to what hand proprietors and editors of such had physical facts. The Statute of Limitation is evi- into, as matter for a History of Public Opinion, or : dently based on the fact that he who contracted the portion of it. What hand, also, the above obscurelydebt was quite another person than he of whom it alluded-to individual may have had in such affairs, may be claimed a certain number of years after- or yet may have, will also, doubtless, in time becomo wards. Unless this reason be accepted, how can

manifest. Meanwhile, one may surmise that thin such law be reconciled with justice ? The term fine arts, or whatever other name is bestowed on

Mr. So-and-So is a member of your committee of of transportation for seven years may have been that body of men who have decided, as far as in instituted on the same grounds.

them lies, to entirely do away with and abolish your The Septennial Act also, by instinctive or other Oliver Cromwell from English history-at any rato “ wisdom of our ancestors," determined the dura- will do so as shown in statues and paintings in your tion of parliament as not exceeding seven years— new houses of parliament. Such man, or, indeed, reasons for which, now become clear by help of such body of men, existing in this anno Domini, aforesaid physical fact, according to which, after

with feelings belonging to two centuries ago, is

surely either a phenomenon worth looking at, or a such assigned lapse of time, members cease alto- sight pitiable to behold. One thing, however, of gether to be they who were elected, consequently those Cromwell Letters, &c., is consolatory to do require reëlection. This harmony between nat- bious historian-namely, that they are in no way ural and artificial law, is it not confirmatory of indispensable to history, consequently may rest sat the rectitude of such? It is also an argument, isfied with their present position as a curiosity of hitherto unused, against annual or triennial parlia

literature. ments. For is it not best that, where practicable, Thus far Teufelsdröckh, with whom we entirely human and divine law be made to coincide ? This coincide in much that he has said, particularly as one point of the charter we may hereupon con- to the extraordinary character called by him Mr. sider rounded off and vanished into invisibility. So-and So, of whom, after his funereal pile of burnt

Besides your charter, however, (writes Teufels- papers, we may believe that any change, septesdröckh,) is there not now abroad among you some nial or other, that may now take place in him must new sect, more of schoolboy than schoolmaster, be alike uncomfortable to himself as useless to calling itself Young England, which, after much history. research, I hesitatingly believe goes back to feudal

In addition to the before-mentioned elucidations ity and such extinct ideas—one might have hoped dead enough by this time? Of this antique sect now of the laws of justice and physic, by means of the existing among your modern improved society, thaumaturgical changes constantly going forward perhaps not the least remarkable specimen is that in the environments of these souls of ours, doubtMr. So-and-So obscurely alluded to in your Fraser's less to patient investigation, reasons for other thinge Magazine, under date of December, 1847, such num- would also in time become evident, as well as, perber of it having only of late reached me, with apol- haps, some facts, not of the least wonderful sort, ogetic note of regret from Messrs. Stillschweigen be made known to us. Are we not, for instanco, and Co., in whose warehouse it seems to have long heavily slumbered. In this number I find, with constantly more or less dying? On which fact infinite surprise, and no little sadness, mention of (whether sad or otherwise) most people would do above-named Mr. So-and-So as an individual who, worse than reflect.





To such revivifying power struggling with ad- | all at best only to obtain some few more miserable verse fate to reëstablish a lost member, may we hours of pain? Why, then, do it? Is it for not also attribute that unfortunate propensity in a benefit of quack or other doctors, philanthropically departed limb of still continuing to trouble the body to support trade? or is it that thy soul, like rodit once belonged to, with its too-well remembered deserving urchin, dreading the just wrath of his aches or rheumatism? This idiocrasy in legs father, delays to the latest moment entering his were sufficient in itself to render an exchange of home? flesh for wood altogether undesirable.

Canst thou, under such circumstances, be said Change, however, whether pleasant or otherwise, to more than exist, sadly enough? To be nnconinward or outward, governs all things. There is scious of aught but an all-pervading, God-given no remaining stationary. Either retrograde or life, is the joy of living. To be conscious of advance ; for“ he goeth back," says Saint Augus- possessing a foot, (with the gout in it,) a head, ear, tine, “ who continueth not. There is nothing tooth, or limb, (with an ache in it,) concentrates fixed save in heaven, and that thou must die ! life to that one member; all the rest of the body

Change, nevertheless, often creeps over us so becomes secondary and subject to it, and, to a cersoftly and imperceptibly that we take no note of tain extent, ceases to live, is, in fact, useless for it or its effects. But when, as it occasionally will, other purposes than appertain to the ailing memit comes suddenly upon us from afar back amid the ber. How long, then, O my brother, thus reckpast, and cloudy years rolling aside display again oning hast thou lived? Thou hast been so many those sweet star-hours, now in immediate contact, years a mouth, a head; so many a foot, an ear, as it were, with the day-lighted present! Here, and so many years a tooth. Besides which, thou O change, thou delightest to manifest thyself in hast been, perhaps, half thy life a mere self-acting magnificentest proportions !

bellows, or breathing-machine; thy mind during Here thus did Brown junior also prove thy such time only occasionally troubling thee with reality!

dreams, horrible or otherwise. What, then, reFor the vision of his life was before him! Yet mains of true life in thee? and how small fraction not the vision, the substance ; yet again not that of that little remnant has been devoted to the welreality which formed his dreams, but somewhat fare of thy immortal soul? Perhaps all the care far other than that. Oh,miserable Brown ! have, thou hast ever taken of it, has been perforce then, all thy fond imaginings ended foolishly in squeezed out of thee, by this self-same pain. this? Have all thy thoughts been of her? 0 Effect transient enough, nevertheless of some use, disappointment! not of her were ,they, or surely (for there is no good thought but leaves an afterthey had not been what thou foundest them. No, gleam in the heart it has visited,) proving also they were the vision thy fancy formed to inhabit how good is this pain for thee. with thee thy inner life, where she may still dwell Our Brown junior, however, felt himself to be with as much satisfaction as may remain for thee. conscious of living by means of a different species “ Is not a man's universe within his head,” says of ache, namely, that of the heart. Often more Jean Paul, whether a king's diadem or a torn tedious in getting itself cured, but when cured, all skull-cap be without ?" In this universe thou the more permanently established in firmer than mayst yet find a certain degree of pleasure with pristine health. Time, the destroyer of all things, companionship of thy ideal, but out of it none. will destroy this heart-ache of thine for thee if thou Therefore, for all practical purposes, might it not wilt let him. For, unfortunately, hiiherto no other be as well to do away with it as quickly as may elixir of un-loving has been discovered. be ? and henceforth and forever have done with Has not Time (if thou wouldst but believe it) Bubbles ?

also in store for thee some fair reality, who will Capacity to do this, however, is not yet afforded, one day become thy companion and thoughtreflections still crowding on him, melancholy and sharer; with whom thou wilt at length find a despairing; for to lose in a moment the hope of home for thy now weary soul ? years can be at no time a very exhilarating process Till such life-dawn shall break for him, must to go through. And now, thus had the brilliant our lover remain in the thick night this vanishBubble of his life, that so long led him on with ing of his love (whether moon or mere horn landeceitful beauty, burst, and vanished forever into tern) has left him; and, lighted by no kind star, infinite space, whither Brown also seems not un- stumble about over the fragments of those airinclined to follow.

built castles now precipitated to earth from their no foundation in vague cloudland.

For the present must he be content to dwell For what, after all, has this life for us, that we amid these ruins, and meditate thereon, not, it 90 deprecate dying out of it? Is it not altogether it may be hoped, without advantage. a warfare, sometimes pitiful enough, with Death? What, for instance, is that digesting apparatus of thine, that, to keep it in order for some few days “ O Death, where is thy sting?!! Correctly Jonger than Nature, if left alone, would do so, speaking, nowhere ; for not Death, but the fear thou shovellest into it whole cart-loads of pills, of him, is the sting to that earth-fettered portion pourest into it puncheons of nauseous draughts, of the imprisoned soul which refused to hearken




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