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of jokes and so careless of the morrow, Joe's predictions, viz., that, if our governwas now morose at times, and, like grand ment thought to attach me to any point ma, seemed in a state of perpetual war of the compass, our government was fare with all mankind. His favorite pur vastly mistaken, I respectfully declined. suits had lost their charms. His horses, Still the old lady urged me daily, and still fat and sleek, were no longer exercised I would not consent. She offered me a and trained. His dogs, when they came thousand pounds per annum, and though jumping and frisking around him, were my pockets were as light as feathers, I sternly rebuked. Even Byron's harmo again, to my immortal honor, declined. nious despair no longer diverted him, or Still the old lady held on to me with soothed his captious mind. His whole might and main, and I finally tore mysoul was absorbed in Dashwood, Louise, self away, promising to see her again. and Therese. The cruelty and coquetry The next week found me in Paris, engaged of the fair Alabamian had well-nigh in my official duties-mem-tell uncle brought on a typhoid fever. Still time Joe to cut a notch for me there. In the passed on, and still Dashwood remained midst of my avocations, and at the height silent, and Therese cruel.

of the carnival, I was attacked with a Just about the time my brother's brain fever, which nearly finished me. I spirits were as low as they could be, and was the sickest man in the world. To lie just before uncle Joe had fully made up all day long upon a small bed, with French his mind to be very rash indeed, Robert gabbling around you in every direction, returned from the post-office with a very while your brain is whirling and reeling; bright face, rushed into mamma's room, is enough to drive any reasonable person slammed the door, and then held up two mad. I had foreign nurses, foreign docletters, and fairly danced around the room. tors, the oddest potions to take, the greenMy brother was himself again, important, est attendants, was civilly requested to do mysterious, tantalizing, and somewhat in the strangest things, and politely harassed clined to talk.

within an inch of my life, until I conclud" Remember," he cried, “it never rains ed that I had rather die then and there, but it pours. Bear that in mind, girls, and break off in the middle of my life, as before I can give you the news.”

it were, without waiting for the sequel of “My son, what is the use of tantalizing so perplexing a tragedy. Thus I lay for people so ?” said mamma.

six weeks, and finally arose from my sick "Well, prepare yourselves. Are you bed to find my purse in a very low state; ready? No fainting now, no hysterics; indeed, I may say completely collapsed. and with your permission I will read let Fortunately, I had a package of letters ter number one."

from my guardian angel in Kent, in which “Pray, take your time,” said Louise, she had inclosed a draft. This I kept by coolly; "you seem nearer hysterics than me for some weeks in case of accidents, any one else, I think.”

but finally had the good fortune to re“You are right; perhaps to-morrow turn it to her untouched. Again the dear will do as well.”

old lady wrote me, advising me to go to “Provided Mr. Robert Rushton does Italy for my health, and for her sake to not explode," said Louise, laughing. resign my office. She was particularly

“Ha! ha!-no, upon my word, I must anxious that I should go, she said; she out with it. To begin with Dashwood would defray all expenses, and go I must. God bless him ; here is his veritable old In a very feeble and dilapidated condition, fist once more. First he writes that in I tendered my resignation, which was London he advertised for his great-aunt, graciously accepted by the department, Miss Ellen McGregor Dashwood (which and behold me next en route for Italy. was exactly what I advised him to do), You remember, my beloved Robert, and that, sure enough, the old lady re how I vowed to forget the muses; how sponded from away in Kent, and invited I railed against those inconstant ladies, the bold advertiser to hunt her up in that who have led so many lovers astray ; direction. Accordingly, Dashwood start how I determined to turn my back upon ed off to Kent, and found the old lady, them, and, indeed, had quite cut their acwho, fortunately, notwithstanding tabby quaintance before I left old Virginia's cats, and pink-eyed dogs, had yet a warm, shore. And you know I left my native snug place in her heart for him. Here he land with a head brimful of common remained, treated like a prince, for a sense. Every poetical avenue was jealmonth, the old lady growing fonder of ously closed, every crack in my brain him every day. Finally, she begged him rigidly guarded. I was determined that to resign his office, and live with her; nothing, however poetical, should mislead but,' says Dashwood, 'though strongly No landscape, no water view, no inclined to consent, yet remembering uncle love of home (the most poetical feeling in

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the world) should woo me back to my tinted sky above me, prayed fervently and old habits. Right bravely I battled long. I was thankful, I was humble, I against these nine ladies—God forgive was a better man. Never had the deep them-until I found myself convales waters of my heart been so moved. Now, cing, drinking in new life beneath the Robert, who was this friend in Virginia, glorious skies of Italy. Italy, steeped to who induced my aunt to act so generousthe very heaven in poetry! Here the old ly towards me? To whom am I indebted feelings were stirred up; here the old for all the benefits she has showered upon dreams came back; here fairy land was opened; here I yielded, knowing that the “Does anybody know?" inquired nine ladies had me upon their own ground, Robert. and they seized me. Behold, I dreamed “I suspect it was Jenny,” said Louise, again-was intoxicated—I was expand her face lighting up. ed—I was lifted up, I staggered beneath “And why do you suspect me?" I the weight of so much poetry! Poesy asked. sailed on the deep blue air, and glided on "She looks guilty. Bravo! sly-boots!” every stately panorama of this magnifi cried Robert, catching me in his arms, and cent land. Still my MSS. remained un caressing me violently. touched in the bottom of my box. Oh! I had to confess it all. I confessed that I thirsted for these MSS. I felt like an Miss Dashwood had done me the honor old toper deprived of his drink. I was to write me a few months after Dashpining for my manuscripts. Sickness had wood's departure-while he was her guest, cleared me, had refined me, had purified in fact-and that she inquired strictly me for this. I paced my room. I was and confidentially of me concerning him. full of thoughts. Something was heavy That I immediately returned her an anupon me. It was my undigested poetry. swer, so highly satisfactory, that the good I seized the pen. I dashed, I scampered, lady was charmed. That I had received I revelled in the blissful regions of imagi a second letter from her, in which she nation. I was pressed on by thought, spoke most affectionately of her nephew, rushing, coming, accumulating thought. thanked me for the information I had I wrote on all day and all night. Quick given her, and said she would act accordmy glad pen winged its way across the ingly. How nobly she had performed her snowy page. The wee small hours found part, I had learned, for the first time, me drunk with poetry. During this par from Dashwood's letter. oxysm, which I have but feebly described, “My dear, dear Jenny !” cried Louise, I finished off that unfortunate manuscript with tears in her

eyes. which has so long been my bête noire. "Angel of mercy!” cried Robert, After this, when the reaction had taken catching me again to his heart. And I place, and the sober second thought came had to submit to some of the most unupon me, I wrote a long letter to my dear merciful hugs, and remorseless squeezes, aunt Ellen, in which I made a full confes that ever fell to mortal lot; Robert clearsion, and sent her the manuscript, re ly forgetting that I was flesh and blood, questing her to do with it as she chose. and going on with me as one would exShe chose to submit it to the inspection pect an anaconda to proceed with a deliof the most high-minded and generous

cious ox. litterateur in England, and to return me But my brother had yet something in ten thousand thanks for the gift. She reserve for us. His looks were fraught wrote me, further, that she had made in with meaning. He stepped into the hall, quiries concerning me of a friend in Vir and returned with rather a large package, ginia, and that this friend had advised her which he handed to me. They clustered of my poetical predilections, and had around me while I opened it. It was given so flattering an account of me, (!) Dashwood's book of poems, with Miss my standing in society, (!!) my talents, Ellen McGregor Dashwood's compliments! and all that (worse and worse), that she She had had it published in London, and was thereby induced to insist upon my edited by the distinguished litterateur to travelling at least twelve months, and whose inspection she submitted the manhoped some day to see me reaping the uscript. A magnificent volume it was, honors I so richly deserved. My dear most beautifully and elaborately illustraRobert, excuse this egotism.

ted. The frontispiece was a superb speciknow, that when I received that dear let men of the engraver's art. A youth, reter from my aunt—when I thus became motely resembling Dashwood, sat leaning convinced that I actually had a friend in against a rock in a sombre valley. On the world, who took a deep and abiding the sun-tipped hills around him, tripped interest in me, I knelt beside the open the tuneful nine, weaving wreaths for window, and looking up to the rose him, beckoning him up the airy peaks,

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pointing to the burnished hill-tops, and to be clad and fashioned for eternity. In the the laurel crown on high, while one beam mean time, it is religion, religion of the from the glowing heavens pierced the val highest order, to be contented and happy ley, and illuminated the rippling, careless here, and not to turn with contempt from locks of the dreaming poet.

the beauties and pleasures by which He Gems of the mind lay enshrined in this has graciously surrounded us. magnificent casket. Bursts of inspiration, own part, my motto is, dum vivimus and mellow harmonies were linked in vivamus, and, I may say, it is also my musical rhyme. Light cadences, mingled religion." with gigantic thoughts, which loomed into “But years gradually change us-soreternity. Echoes from the heart, rever rows cause us to turn away from earth. berations from spirit-land, music of the The heart points elsewhere. Instinctively spheres, revealings of wonder-land, liftings we reach up until we find a better place," of the spirit, longings of the soul, mur said mamma, sadly. murs from the far-off shores, and light “I know, I know,” said Robert, putting hearted songs of earth, floated on, in his arm around her.

" There are some, sweetest melody, and mingled in one har even here, who are more of heaven than monious whole.

of earth. There are scattered, here and ** Read, Jenny, read,” said Robert, lean there, gentle spirits to lead us on. There ing back upon the cushions of his chair ; are some, whom to follow, is but to go to “I want à tone from his grand, deep the home from which they have been sent heart.” I turned the leaves listlessly,

to guide us." and read:

“May you follow one of these!” said Sweeping, sweeping ever o'er me, Like spirit-murmurs from afar,

“I have two of them to follow," said Rising phantom-like before me, Sprinkling light, as from a star;

Robert, "two who go unconsciously to

gether; two whose hearts direct them Buoying up on ocean billow, Light bounding on the summer air,

ever aright; two angels with hidden Lulling oft on weary pillow,

wings, who beck me beautifully on. They Thy memory cometh, ever fair

are--my mother and Therese !"
Cometh like a bubbling fountain

“Therese ! ” cried Louise and I.
Up-springing in the desert sand,
Gurgling as from parent mountain,

"Yes, Therese-gay, dashing, coquetAnd sparkling as in happier land

tish, heart-breaking Therese. She is ever Falling like the tinkling water,

coyly fluttering in the right path! She, Enhaloed like the evening star,

with her giddy, chameleon-like nature, Tripping, as though fairy taught her, Sweet memory cometh from alar.

is obeying her good, true heart, and coming Tripping as to lightest numbers,

into measures at last!” and Robert drew Stealing near in saddened hours,

from his vest pocket a little perfumed Weaving through delicious slumbers

billet, which any physiognomist would Dreams of home and summer bowers,

have said could only be written by Therese. “ Ah, that is very sweet,” said mamma, He said he would read a few choice eximprinting a kiss upon the softly glowing tracts from this precious document, as a cheek of the poet's beloved.

particular favor to mamma, Louise, and " There we have Dashwood! he speaks me. From these extracts, selected with in every line you have read,” said Robert; great care by Robert, we gathered that “ may God bless him, and prosper him, Therese was in trouble. She wrote a and prove through him, that to love the doleful, naïve letter, in which she said things He has made, is but to love Him." she wanted to take back every thing she

My son,” said mamma, "you are going had ever said, or written, which could too far, both Dashwood and yourself. possibly give dear Mr. Rushton any pain. When you have learned the frailty and She said somebody (Mr. Blanton, Robert insecurity of earth, you will turn from the informed us) had treated her very

unkindfleeting things He has made to Him." ly-that she was almost as much afraid

“ Still, mamma, it is not right to scowl of him as his own badly used dog-that upon the earth. I detest those persons she wanted to go away from his housewho are continually railing against all and here she appealed so beautifully and earthly pleasures. Believe me, we are

artlessly to her lover, that Robert had made for the world, and the world for us. actually to seize us all, and kiss us, beIt is folly for us to be fitting ourselves fore he could proceed any further. for a place of which we know nothing, After this delightful ceremony,

he reand thereby unfitting ourselves for the turned to the delicious little letter, wherein very pleasant and delightful abode He, Therese went on to say, that Mr. Blanton in His wisdom, has given us. Now

had gotten angry with her about someare of the earth, earthy; when we hing She could not tell, to save her life, shall have put on immortality, we shall she said, what had happened to put him

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CHAPTER VIII.

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so terribly out. At all events, he had small-to see her bestowing the same scolded her savagely, and then he whipped beaming smile upon all mankind-was to Adolphe; beat him, oh! dreadfully, re remind one of the goodness of Heaven, gardless of his mother's tears and entrea sending its sunshine and its showers upon ties, because the dear little fellow had in the just and upon the unjust. nocently walked upon one of his angular, ugly flower-beds.

Of course, my brother rushed chivalrously to the rescue of his Dulcinea. Mr. Robert Rushton could neither eat nor " OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN." sleep, so impatient was he to go where My brother found the Blantons full of duty called him. Sappingwood had hard crooks and oddities. Mr. Blanton was as ly time to sleek up the ponies, varnish his particular as an old maid, and the queerest own immaculate boots, or trim his mous creature imaginable. He delighted in tache, before Robert was equipped for im rare flower-beds, and pets of all kinds. mediate departure.

He had any number of remarkable dogs, Grandma, with her head out of the a raccoon for a bosom companion, and window, squeaked out in vain to know quite a menagerie of uncouth animals in where he was going. My brother kissed subjection. his hand to her, and dashed along the He was a stern disciplinarian in his bending road, with glittering wheels, and household-a hard master, and at all bounding heart. Papa stepped out upon times peevish and exacting. He was made the balcony, and smiled, and waved his up of notions, his notions, to which every adieu to this gallant knight of modern body must bend. Therese, with her arttimes.

less manner and perfect freedom, found When my brother asked for Therese at herself somewhat trammelled here. Even Mr. Blanton's inhospitable door, he was her fascination could not overcome one of informed that she had denied herself to Mr. Blanton's established notions. Poor all visitors for some days. Robert gave Adolphe was a tender-hearted little fellow, his card to the man, and then a side-door clinging to any body who was kind to was opened, and Therese came running to him, and was very much spoiled by his him with glowing cheeks, and moistened eyes. My brother drew her proudly to Mr. Blanton had often remonstrated him ; she blushed, and clung to his arm; with Therese about what he considered and then dropping her lids, she asked "if her over-indulgence of her son, and had light words could part them now;" and indeed undertaken to manage him himshowed him into her own fairy sitting self. But the little fellow had walked room. Here Robert took her to his upon one of Mr. Blanton's flower-beds, bosom, and she burst into tears, with her and he had beaten him severely. This head upon his shoulder. Robert declared was enough for Therese. She, upon the to me, in confidence, that at that moment strength of this beating, informed Mr. he not only felt three feet taller, but he Blanton that she wouldn't marry him if felt like a giant-a very happy, illustrious, he were strung with diamonds from his all-conquering giant, intent upon the blood head to his heels. of an Englishman (Blanton). Adolphe Nobody should whip Adolphe; nobody came in, looking shy, but pleased, and should take that liberty with her son, if very soon began to cling to Robert too. he trampled all the flower-beds in the

No dear little exuberant coquette was universe. ever more completely subdued than was From all accounts, little Therese was Therese by Blanton's barbarity. All the up in arms about the matter, but had beworld had smiled upon this little woman, come somewhat subdued when Robert for she had smiled upon all the world. reached the Grove, as Mr. Blanton's resiNobody could have the cruelty to wound dence was called. her, for she was always so delicate and “And where is your enemy ? ” Robert kind. She was not only made for sum inquired, after listening for at least half mer weather, but she carried summer an hour to Therese's lamentable story. sunshine ever in her bosom. Her presence “Fortunately,” said Therese, gravely, was ever cheering, and her little failings “he is being paid by Providence for his were so womanly, so clearly descendingungentlemanly conduct. No sooner had from pure goodness of heart, that they he beat my son than a whole row of disonly made her more lovable.

contented and enraged teeth commenced her taking with her into a ball-room all aching, and they have been aching ever her natural purity and amiability, and since. The last I saw of him, he was thereby gaining universal homage—to see stalking about his grounds, with his face her with the great, as she was with the bound up, grunting piteously.”

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“ Then I needn't run him through with they should not be permitted, on any acmy sword ?” said Robert.

count, to break. Adolphe knew it was Oh, yes—I would have something done wrong to go on that flower-bed; I had to him to make him know better. The idea told him so repeatedly. He knew very the bare idea of his whipping my little !

well it was wrong, and yet, when he He to take my little fatherless boy, in his thought I was out of sight he viciously own house, and beat him until his little galloped backwards and forwards on it, neck and arms were purple, and swollen kicking and neighing like a horse.” in great streaks, and the tears running “Indeed!” said Robert, bowing gravely. down his cheeks! If I had been a man " He is an obstinate, wilful boy, and will oh! if I had only been a man-I would give any person trouble who has the have killed him on the spot, the monster! management of him." the brute!”

Robert had civility enough to give an And my brother informed us that at “ah!” at this clause. these words Therese doubled her dimpled "I tell you, Mr. Rushton," cried Adolfists, and looked daggers at the window phe, who had been deeply interested in overlooking Mr. Blanton's flower-beds. Mr. Blanton's account of his unruly proNobody ever knew or heard of her being ceedings,.“I galloped over those flowers as angry as she was on this occasion. for fun ! She blazed away, and talked like a hero. Blanton scowled, and the little fellow Robert said she was fire and tow. She drew near to my brother, laid his hand declared she would not stay in Mr. Blan upon his knee, and with an animated face, ton's house. He might beat her. He continued; “I saw them all growing upon had assurance enough to beat her, she that bed so high, and John betted me I really thought. During this happy inter couldn't jump clear over the heads of the view, Mr. Blanton entered, bringing a flowers, and I betted him two allys I rueful, peaked face, bound up in a red could, and so I swung my arms just so, a bandanna. He drew a chair-and Therese long time, till I thought I could jump over, took Adolphe by the hand, and with a and when John said three, I jumped, and scornful, indignant air, walked off to the fell right into the middle, and rolled over window, and stood thrumming away upon and over upon them all, and when uncle the window-pane.

saw me I was galloping away, like a race“Mrs. Blanton,” remarked the trainer of horse." youth to Robert,“ is highly offended with Robert said the little fellow's counteme, Mr. Rushton-and in justice to myself nance was beautiful as he stood at his I must beg that you will listen to a few knee, looking up to him, and telling him words on my side of the question." exactly how it was. " And did he tell

"Really I must decline the honor, sir," you this, and you whipped him ?” said said Robert, stiffly.

Robert, lifting Adolphe upon his knee. « But I insist-"

“I would hear nothing he had to say. “ No," said Robert, "I have neither the He disobeyed my orders and that was right nor inclination to interfere in your enough." affairs, sir. I regret the unfortunate occur “Will you excuse me for saying that I rence, and will bear your apologies to think you should have listened to his exthe-Mrs. Blanton, sir, if you desire it.” planation ?” “She should apologize to me, sir!”

Therese had now drawn near them, and "Oh!” said Robert.

sat down close by Robert. The youthful “I repeat it, sir-Mrs. Blanton owes me mother laid the little boy's cheek upon her an apology for her behavior to me this own, and the tears filled her gentle eyes. morning. She has insulted me, sir, in my Blanton, harsh and rigid as he was, was own house. She has been managing this moved by these tears. He saidboy of hers, sir, until he has gotten beyond “Therese, I promised my brother on his all control. She insists upon indulging dying bed to guard this boy—to instruct him and spoiling him, until really I am him, and correct him, as I would my own. obliged to interfere. She is very young, I promised that your over-indulgence and and very volatile, and very foolish, and childish fondness should not spoil him, what can she know about managing a and I am trying, through all opposition son ?"

and misunderstanding, to keep my word.” “She has had at least as much expe “But, brother, you whipped him-you rience as either of us,” said Robert, beat my boy! I heard his screams, and laughing

his trembling voice pleading for mercy, "Still, sir, she knows nothing in the and I was not allowed to go near him; my world about it. One must have firmness boy-my fatherless boy-was cruelly to manage children. One must be syste beaten! Oh, Mr. Rushton, my heart matic, and lay down rules for them which bleeds when I think of this! I would

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