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Название: The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 10, August, 1858

Автор: Various

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СКАЧАТЬ We had but a glimpse of her. It was one night, at the Colosseum. We had been musing about that vast and solemn pile by the moonlight, which silvered it over with indescribable beauty, and at last, accompanied by our guides, bearing torches, we ascended through dark and broken passages to the upper benches of the amphitheatre. As we were passing along one side, we saw picturesquely moving through the shadows of the opposite walls, with the immense arena between, the red-flaring torches and half-illuminated figures of another party of visitors. I don't know whether it was instinct, or acuteness of vision, that suggested Flora; but, with a sudden leap of the heart, I felt that she was there. We descended, and passed out under the dark arches of the stupendous ruin. The other visitors walked a little in advance of us,–two of the number lingering behind their companions; and certain words of tenderness and passion we heard, which strangely brought to my mind those nights on the ocean-steamer.

      "'What is the matter with you?' said Margaret, looking in my face.

      "'Hush!' I whispered,–'there–that woman–is Flora!'

      "She clung to me,–I drew her closer, as we paused; and the happy couple went on, over the ancient Forum, by the silent columns of the ruined temples, and disappeared from sight upon the summit of the Capitoline Hill.

      "A few months later, we heard of the marriage of Flora to an English baronet; she is now my Lady, and I must do her the justice to say that I never knew a woman better fitted to bear that title. As for Margaret,–if you will return with me to my home on the Hudson, after we have finished our hunt after those Western lands, you shall see her, together with the loveliest pair of children that ever made two proud parents happy.

      "And here," added Westwood, "we have arrived at the end of our day's journey; we have had the Romance of the Glove, and now–let's have some supper."

      TO –

ON RECEIVING HIS"FEW VERSES FOR A FEW FRIENDS.""(PRINTED, NOT PUBLISHED.)"

      Well thought! Who would not rather hear

      The songs to Love and Friendship sung,

      Than those which move the stranger's tongue

      And feed his unselected ear?

      Our social joys are more than fame;

      Life withers in the public look:

      Why mount the pillory of a book,

      Or barter comfort for a name?

      Who in a house of glass would dwell,

      With curious eyes at every pane?

      To ring him in and out again

      Who wants the public crier's bell?

      To see the angel in one's way,

      Who wants to play the ass's part,

      Bear on his back the wizard Art,

      And in his service speak or bray?

      And who his manly locks would shave

      And quench the eyes of common sense,

      To share the noisy recompense

      That mocked the shorn and blinded slave?

      The heart has needs beyond the head,

      And, starving in the plenitude

      Of strange gifts, craves its common food,

      Our human nature's daily bread.

      We are but men: no gods are we

      To sit in mid-heaven, cold and bleak,

      Each separate, on his painful peak,

      Thin-cloaked in self-complacency!

      Better his lot whose axe is swung

      In Wartburg woods, or that poor girl's

      Who by the Ilm her spindle whirls

      And sings the songs that Luther sung,

      Than his, who, old and cold and vain,

      At Weimar sat, a demigod,

      And bowed with Jove's imperial nod

      His votaries in and out again!

      Ply, Vanity, thy wingèd feet!

      Ambition, hew thy rocky stair!

      Who envies him who feeds on air

      The icy splendors of his seat?

      I see your Alps above me cut

      The dark, cold sky,–and dim and lone

      I see ye sitting, stone on stone,

      With human senses dulled and shut.

      I could not reach you, if I would,

      Nor sit among your cloudy shapes;

      And (spare the fable of the Grapes

      And Fox) I would not, if I could.

      Keep to your lofty pedestals!

      The safer plain below I choose:

      Who never wins can rarely lose,

      Who never climbs as rarely falls.

      Let such as love the eagle's scream

      Divide with him his home of ice:

      For me shall gentler notes suffice,–

      The valley-song of bird and stream,

      The pastoral bleat, the drone of bees,

      The flail-beat chiming far away,

      The cattle-low at shut of day,

      The voice of God in leaf and breeze!

      Then lend thy hand, my wiser friend,

      And help me to the vales below,

      (In truth, I have not far to go,)

      Where sweet with flowers the fields extend.

      THE SINGING-BIRDS AND THEIR SONGS

      Those persons enjoy the most happiness, if possessed of a benevolent heart and favored by ordinary circumstances of fortune, who have acquired by habit and education the power of deriving pleasure from objects that lie immediately around them. But these common sources of happiness are opened to those only who are endowed with genius, or who have received a certain kind of intellectual training. The more ordinary the mental and moral organization and culture of the individual, the more far-fetched and dear-bought must be his enjoyments. Nature has given us in full development only those appetites which are necessary to our physical well-being. She has left our moral appetites and capacities in the germ, to be developed by education and circumstances. Hence those agreeable sensations that come chiefly from the exercise of the imagination, which may be called the pleasures of sentiment, are available only to persons of a peculiar refinement of mind. The ignorant and rude may be dazzled and delighted by physical beauty, and charmed by loud and stirring sounds; but those more simple melodies and less attractive colors and forms that appeal to the mind for their principal effect act more powerfully upon individuals of superior culture.

      In proportion as we have been trained to be agreeably affected by the outward forms of Nature, and the sounds that proceed from the animate and inanimate world, are we capable of being made happy without resorting to expensive and vulgar recreations. It ought, therefore, to be one of the chief points in the education of youth, while teaching them the still more important offices of humanity, to cultivate and enliven their susceptibility to the charms of natural objects. Then would the aspects of Nature, continually changing with the progress of the seasons and the sounds that enliven their march, satisfy, in a great measure, that craving for agreeable sensations which leads mankind away from humble and healthful pursuits to those of a more artificial and exciting life. СКАЧАТЬ