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No! we will be affronted, drop a courtesy, and ask
pardon for our presumption in expecting that Mr
would waste his sense on two insignificant girls. SCENE:- A spacious drawing-room, with music-room
Well, well I will be serious. Hem! Now then comCATRERINE
mences the discourse; Mr Moore's song being the text. What are the words?
Love, as distinguished from Friendship, on the one hand,
and from the passion that too often usurps its name, on ELIZA. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore; here he comes :
the other Kate has a favour to ask of you, Sir; it is that you will
LUCIUS. repeat the ballad that Mr
sung so sweetly.
(Eliza's brother, who had just joined the trio, in a FRIEND.
whisper to the Friend.) But is not Love the union of It is in Moore's Irish Melodies; but I do not recollect
both ? the words distinctly. The moral of them, however, I
FRIEND (aside to Lucius). take to be this:
He never loved who thinks so.
ELIZA. Love would remain the same if true,
Brother, we don't want you.
There! Mrs H. cannot When we were neither young nor new : Yea, and in all witbin the will that came,
arrange the flower-vase without you. Thank you, Mrs By the same proofs would show itself the same.
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 intermingle.
Hush! Preaching, you mean, Eliza.
Well then, I was saying that Love, truly such, is ilCircling our souls and loves in one apotber!
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 onu gravo make us happy. melodist, and still more touchingly, perhaps, in the well
known ballad, • John Anderson my jo, John,, in adCATHERINE. A 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 communiFRIEND.
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 which, even in the pride and summer-lide 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 you, but wants the word that would make it understand itself.
CATHERINE. Even though he should have obtained the nick-name of Improvisatore, by perpetrating charades and extem
I, too, seem to feel what you mean. Interpret the
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, I suspect, would be fordulates, not suspends, where the heart momently finds, them to remain so. Ji will be asked whether I am not and, finding, again seeks on- Jastly, when life's change the elderly gentleman, who sale « despairing beside a
ful orb has pass'd the full,, a cofirmed 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 VI&TUR 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 enumerat
(Then, after a pause of a few minutes). ed, are rarely found united in a single individual. How 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. Yes, yes! that boon, life's richest treat,
He had, or fancied that he had; A person may be highly estimable on the whole, nay, Say, 't was but in his own conceitamiable as neighbour, friend, housemate-in short, in all 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! estranged from the highest perfection in this ? Pride,
The boon, prefigured in bis earliest wish!
The fair fulfilment of his coldness or fastidiousness of nature, worldly cares, an
poesy, anxious or ambitious disposition, a passion for display,
When liis young heart first yearn'd 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
And Fancy must be fed ! seldom a sort of solemn saturnine, or, if you will, ursine vanity, that keeps itself alive by sucking the paws of its Now so it chanced-from wet or dry,
It boots not how I 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,
Poor Fancy stagger'd and grew sickly. grounded on negative qualities, so they have no better means of preserving the same but by negatives, that is, His faith was fir'd, his heart all ebb and flow;
Then came a restless state, 't wixt yea and by not doing or saying any thing, that might be put 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 possess'd the most worthless object they could be employed in re
In a belief, gave live a zestmemberiog.
Uncertain both what it had been, ELIZA (in answer to a whisper from CATHERINE).
And if by error lost, or luck; To a bair! 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 bad 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, sood-forgotten cha- Poor Fancy on her sick-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.
Wild strain of Scalds, that in the sea-worn caves
O bliss of blissful hours!
And that is next to best !
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 forın 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,
presents of the dawn, Thine all delights, and every muse is thine: And more than all, the embrace and intertwine Of all with all in gay and twinkling dance! 'Mid gods of Greece and warriors of romance,
See! Boccace sits, unfolding on his knees
O all-enjoying and all-blending sage, The new-found roll of old Mæonides;'
Long be it mine to con thy mazy page, But from his mantle's fold, and near the lieart,
Where, half conceal'd, the eye of fancy views Peers Ovid's lloly Book of Love's sweet smart ! 2 Fauns, nymphs, and winged saints, all gracious to thy
muse! Boccaccio claimed for himself the glory of having first introduced the works of Ilomer to his countryben.
Still in thy garden let me watch their pranks, 1 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, Racbeo, as soon as the young prince and the beautiful girl Binacafiore bad learned their letters, sets them to loro, in breve tempo, insegnato a conoscer le lettere, fece legere il study the Holy Book, Ovid's Aar or LOVE. Incominciò Racheo a santo libro de Ovidio, nel quale il sommo poeta mostra, come i santi mettere il suo ofticio in essecuzione coa intera sollecitudine. E fuochi di Venere si debbano ne freddi cuori oecendere..