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What are the lines you repeated from Beaumont and
I'll have my revenge! I know what I will say ! Fletcher, which my brother admired so much? It be
Off! off! Now, dear sir,-Love, you were sayinggins with something about two vines so close that their
FRIEND. tendrils in termingle.
Hush! Preaching, you mean,
Well then, I was saying that Love, truly such, is it-
self not the most common thing in the world : and We'll spring together, and we 'll bear one fruit ; One joy shall make us smile, and one grief mourn !
mutual love still less so. But that enduring personal One age go with us, and one bour of death
attachment, so beautifully delineated by Erin's sweet Shall close our eyes, and one gravo make us happy.
melodist, and still more touchingly, perhaps, in the well
known ballad, « John Anderson my jo, John,, in adA precious boon, that would go far to reconcile one
dition to a depth and constancy of character of no to old age—this love, if true! But is there any such every-day occurrence, supposes a peculiar sensibility true love ?
and tenderness of nature; a constitutional communi
cativeness and utterancy of heart and soul; a delight I hope so.
in the detail of sympathy, in the outward and visible
signs of the sacrament within-to count, as it were, the But do you believe it?
pulses of the life of love. But above all, it supposes a ELIZA (eagerly.)
soul wbich, even in the pride and summer-ride of life I am sure he does.
-even in the lustihood of health and strength, had felt
oftenest and prized highest that which age cannot take From a man turned of fifty, Catherine, I imagine, away, and which, in all our lovings, is the Love; -expects a less confident answer.
There is something here (pointing to her heart) that A more sincere one, perhaps,
seems to understand but wants the word that would
make it understand itself. Even though he should have obtained the nick-name
I, too, seem to feel what you mean. Interpret the of Improvisatore, by perpetrating charades and extem
feeling for us. pore verses at Christmas times ?
-I mean that willing sense of the insufficingness Nay, but be serious.
of the self for itself, which predisposes a generous na
ture to see, in the total being of another, the suppleSerious? Doubtless. A grave personage of my years ment and completion of its own-that quiet perpetual giving a love-lecture to two young ladies, cannot well seeking which the presence of the beloved object mobe otherwise. The difficulty, 1 suspect, would be fordulates, not suspends, where the heart momently finds, them to remain so. It will be asked whether I am not and, finding, again seeks on- Jastly, when life's changethe elderly gentleman » who sale « despairing beside a
ful orb has pass'd the full,, a co zfirmed faith in the clear stream," with a willow for his wig-block.
nobleness of humanity, thus brought home and pressed,
as it were, to the very bosom of hourly experience : it Say another word, and we will call it downright af- supposes, I say, a heart -felt reverence for worth, not the fectation.
less deep because divested of its solemnity by babit, by
familiarity, by mutual infirmities, and even by a feeling less other infinitesimals of pleasureable thought and of modesty which will arise in delicate minds, when genial feeling. they are conscious of possessing the same or the correspondent excellence in their own characters. In short, Well, Sir; you have said quite enough to make me there must be a mind, which, while it feels the beautiful despair of finding a • John Anderson, my jo, John,, to and the excellent in the beloved as its own, and by right totter down the bill of life with. of love appropriates it, can call Goodness its Playfellow; and dares make sport of time and infirmity, while, in Not so! Good men are not, I trust, so much scarcer the person of a thousand-foldly endeared partner, we than good women, but that what another would find in feel for aged VIRTUE the caressing foodness that belongs you, you may hope to find in another. But well, however, to the INNOCENCE of childhood, and repeat the same at may that boon be rare, the possession of which would tentions and tender courtesies as had been dictated by be more than an adequate reward for the rarest virtue. the same affection to the same object when attired in feminine loveliness or in manly beauty.
Surely, he who has described it so beautifully, must
have possessed it? What a soothing-what an elevating idea!
If he were worthy to have possessed it, and had beIf it be not only an idea.
lievingly anticipated and not found it, how bitter the
disappointment! At all events, these qualities which I have enumerated, are rarely found united in a single individual. How
(Then, after a pause of a few minutes). much more rare must it be, that two such individuals
ANSWER (ex improviso). should meet together in this wide world under circumstances that admit of their union as Husband and Wife. He had, or fancied that he had ;
Yes, yes! that boon, life's richest treat, A person may be highly estimable on the whole, nay, amiable as neighbour, friend, housemate-in short, in Say, 't was but in his own conceitall the concentric circles of attachment, save only the
The fancy made him glad! last and iomost; and yet from how many causes be
Crown of Iris cup, and garnish of his dish!
The boon, prefigured in his earliest wish! estranged from the highest perfection in this ? Pride,
The fair fulfilment of his poesy, coldness or fastidiousness of nature, worldly cares, an
When his anxious or ambitious disposition, a passion for display,
young heart first yearn'a for sympathy! a sullen temper-one or the other too often proves . the dead fly in the compost of spices,» and any one is But e'en the meteor offspring of the brain
Unnourish'd wane! enough to unfit it for the precious balm of unction.
Faith asks her daily bread, For some mighty good sort of people, too, there is not seldom a sort of solemn saturnine, or, if you will, ursine
And Fancy must be fed !
Now so it chanced-from wet or dry, vanity, that keeps itself alive by sucking the paws of its
It boots not how-J know not whyown self-importance. And as this high sense, or rather
She missed her wonted food: and quickly sensation of their own value is, for the most part, grounded on negative qualities, so they have no better Poor Fancy stagger'd and grew siekly. means of preserving the same but by negatives, that is, His faith was fix'd, his heart all ebb and flow
Then came a restless state, 't wixt yea and nay, by not doing or saying any thing, that might be down for fond, silly, or nonsensical,—or (to use their or like a bark, in some half-shelter'd bay,
Above its anchor driving to and fro. own phrase) by never forgetting themselves, which some of their acquaintance are uncharitable enough to think
That boon, which but to have possessid the most worthless object they could be employed in re
In a belief, gave live a zestmembering.
Uncertain both what it had been, ELIZA (in answer to a whisper from CATHERINE).
And if by error lost, or luck; To a hair! He must have sate for it himself
. Save me And what it was :-an evergreen from such folks! But they are out of the question,
Which some insidious blight had struck,
Or annual flower, which, past its blow, True! but the same effect is produced in thousands No vernal spell shall e'er revive; by the too general insensibility to a very important Uncertain, and afraid to know, truth; this, namely, that the MISERY of human life is Doubts toss'd him to and fro; made
of large masses, each separated from the other Hope keeping Love, Love Hope alive, by certain intervals. One year, the death of a child; Like babes hewilder'd in a snow, years after, a failure in trade; after another longer or That cling and huddle from the cold shorter interval, a daughter may have married unhap- In hollow tree or ruin'd fold. pily ;-in all but the singularly unfortunate, the integral parts that compose the sum total of the unhappiness of Those sparkling colours, once his boast, a man's life, are easily counted, and distinctly remem Fading, one by one away, bered. The Happiness of life, on the contrary, is made Thin and bueless as a ghost, up of minute fractions—the little, soon-forgotten cha Poor Faucy on her siek-bed lay; rities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compli- Ill at distance, worse when near, ment in the disguise of playful raillery, and the count- Telling her dreams to jealous Fear!
Where was it then, the sociable sprite
Thank Heaven! 't is not so now.
O bliss of blissful hours !
And that is next to best !
Wild strain of Scalds, that in the sea-worn caves
Thanks, gentle artist! now I can descry
THE GARDEN OF BOCCACCIO.
Emerging from a mist: or like a stream
But casts in happier moulds the slumberer's dream, Gazed by an idle eye with silent might The picture stole upon my inward sight. A tremulous warmth crept gradual o'er my chest, As though an infant's finger touch'd my breast. And one by one (I know not whence) were brought All spirits of power that most had stirr'd my thought In seltless boyhood, on a new world tost Of wonder, and in its own fancies lost; Or charm'd my youth, that, kindled from above, Loved ere it loved, and sought a form for love; Or lent a lustre to the earnest scan Of manhood, musing what and whence is man!
The brightness of the world, O thou once free,
See! Boccace sits, unfolding on his knees
O all-enjoying and all-blending sage, The new-found roll of old Moonides;'
Long be it mine to con thy mazy page, But from his mantle's fold, and near the heart,
Where, half conceal'd, the
eye of fancy views Peers Ovid's Holy Book of Love's sweet smart! ? Fauns, nymphs, and winged saints, all gracious to thy
muse! Boccaccio claimed for himself the glory of having first introduced the works of llomer to his countrymen.
Still in thy garden let me watch their pranks, "I know few more striking or more interesting proofs of the And see in Dian's vest between the ranks overwhelming influence which the study of the Greek and Roman classies exercised on the judgments, feelings, and imaginations of Of the trim vines, some maid that half believes the literati of Europe at the commencement of the restoration of The vestal fires, of which her lover grieves, literature, than the passage in the Filocopo of Boccaccio: where with that sly satyr peeping through the leaves! the sage instructor, Racheo, as soon as the young prince and the beautiful girl Biancafiore had learned their letters, sets ibem 10 loro, in breve tempo, insegnato a conoscer le lettere, fece legere il study the Holy Book, Ovid's ART or Love. Incominciò Racheo a santo libro d Ovridio, nel quale il sommo poeta mostra, come i santi mettere il suo ofticio in essecuzione wa intera sollecitudine. E fuochi di Venere si debbano ne freddi cuori oecendere..