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Arthur Thurman appeared on the scene “I think I understand," said I.

sured that I had a knowledge of Thurman's in the spring of the year succeeding that of He nodded quickly in response, and re- story. the Wallings' return, and to the utter con- plied in a loud voice:

It appeared that it had been deemed nesternation of his friends he yielded at once “ Thank God! You spare me the humili. cessary for me to go to the western part of to the daughter's marks of favor, and con- ation of putting it in words!”

Ohio to examine personally the condition of ducted himself as her suitor. I knew him, He had been rejected, without reason or the grape-plantations there, in which the Walprobably, better than any one else in the qualification. The woman bad refused himlings possessed large interest. The season world, and I became the recipient of his con- as she would have denied a favor to an im- had promised but poorly, and the mortgagees fidences. He was a man of wealth and posi- pertinent servant. He had implored neither were desirous of gaining exact information. tion, and he possessed an unusually active grace nor explanation, but had quitted the This was natural, no doubt, but why was I and forcible mind. He was thirty-six years place within the hour, and bad driven bither sent on this particular year? I looked, perof age, handsome, in capital physical health, at the utmost speed.

haps incautiously, at Marion. She was stand. and he possessed an ambition that kept him “What shall I do?” demanded he, in ing erect by a small table a few yards off, holdalert and au courant with all that was moving the tone of one drowning in the ocean. ing between her hands an ebony whist-counter, in the world.

“ Talk," said I.

which, when turned, gave forth a rattle. Her This ambition was to take part in poli- He obeyed, and may I be forgiven for light hair was brushed high from her white tics, a sea of impurity that he was anxious to bringing down upon the head of a human forehead, her head was raised, and her drese, assist in clarifying, and I have no doubt that being the rage and bitterness that Thurman which was of a delicate muslin, was gathered it was upon this matter that he and the far- | poured out upon Marion Walling! He went about her figure in such a way that she was seeing Marion Walling struck their first sym. through with it as if he were summing up made to seem taller than she was. Her keen pathies.

against a prisoner at the bar, and he ran- face was turned toward me, and her clear-blue I recall now that I have seen the two, sacked the whole arsenal of invective to find eyes were fastened steadfastly upon my face. arm-in-arm, walk up and down in the shrub- words to suit his interpretation of her act. There is a manner of delivering a look that bery-paths, talking of economic and diplo. His language appalled me. I did not at- almost pries open the lips, and this look was matic subjects for hours, her finely-cut and tempt to stop it; but, closing all the doors just such a one. I made up my mind that intelligent face actually glowing with enthu. and windows, in order that he might not be it was at her suggestion that I was sent to siasm and understanding, and the attitude of heard by other ears than mine, I permitted | foreign parts. her slender form, clad in its splendid dress, the mad tream to flow on to its end. This Ir. Walling gave me numberless instrucbetraying the most intense vitality.

end did not come until five o'clock the next tions. The whist-counter began to rattle. Thurman, without question, knew of her morning. Thurman was a widely-read, wide- Marion broke in upon her father, saying: arts abroad; and I, believing that he must ly-traveled, and widely-cultivated man, and “ Is it not very simple ? If the grapes bare long since given them due weight in every emotion that he felt had a thousand will not ripen, the farmers must fail. If we the consideration of his own case, did not points of contact with his mind. This sud-give Mr. Weymouth discretion, we cannot presume to speak of them. I perceived, I den and cruel unseating of his desires, de- give him advice.” thought, that they both had taken the high- sires based upon all that was pure and man- The venerable gentleman bowed his white est ground, and that nothing but the con- ly, awoke a multitude of resentments that I head in respect to this plain truth, and the viction that they were fitted for each other could not comprehend, but wbich filled me other glanced at me again, as if to say, “Now in every sense had brought about the pres. with awe as I witnessed their manifestation. speak of what I would have you.” ent state of affairs.

He remained, half secreted, in my cham

I declined to do so. I pursued matters And that they were fitted for each other, ber for three days. At the end of that time of pure business, and kept Thurman in the and singularly so, did not admit of doubt. he had begun to analyze his disappointment, background. The whist-counter began its Had it been possible to obliterate the scores and to resolve it into its ingredients. He whirring a third time. I arose to go. upon Miss Walling's record, marriage be- made me one short speech that contained “And do you come from town, and yet tween the two would have been hailed with this passage :

fail to bring us the news, sir ? " said the delight by society everywhere.

“I have searched the world for ten years daughter, flushing with anger, yet smiling The significance of their relations grew to find a woman that possessed the talents most sweetly. stronger and stronger as the summer passed, that God has given to Marion Walling. When “What news would please you best, Miss and the formal announcement of their be. I met her there came that divine flash of in. Marion ? trothal was daily expected. That there were telligence that told me that my search was at “Oh, the news that one's ears burn for. some anxious ones among the friends I am

What do the men say about our dinner to zot able to deny, and for my own part I con- “The warmth of our intercourse had a the literati ?" fess that I felt great uneasiness.

spontaneity that filled me with assurance that She tried three times to lead me thus. I September came, and Thurman was at all was well. I have never had my confidence refused to follow, and I thought at last that "Labill.” I received letters from him from disturbed, I have never felt the slightest she would catch me by the arm as I turned time to time, mainly upon matters of busi. trace of doubt, I have never held any atti- away. Her color came and went like a girl's, Dess, yet he invested even the driest topics | tude toward her than that of suitor, for our and two or three times she tripped in her with a lightness and gayety that I, of course, affection sprung into life at full bloom ;

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speech. I would have wagered all I owned knew well enough how to interpret.

that I should ever hold myself toward her as that Marion Walling had never made two On the evening of the 18th of the month a friend never occurred to me. What, then, such exhibitions of her anxiety in all her I sat in my parlor in my bachelor quarters in condemned me to so much pain ? Perhaps life. the city, amusing myself with a terrier, when her vanity required just one more victim. I got into the carriage and rode away Thurman was announced. He followed the Ah, how bitter it is to find that one has fall. alone. The path to the gate was somewhat servant closely with a heavy, quick, and stag. en by such a sting as that!”

devious, and the day was stormy-two reagering step, and, pausing on my threshold, On the 22d I was summoned to Lahill. sons why the driver proceeded slowly. Just ixed upon me a pair of the wildest eyes that I said nothing to Thurman, but went quickly. as we reached the last turn of the drive, I it has ever been my lot to see. He was as I left him writing a political treatise, but heard the clatter of the wicket that opened white as chalk, and his dress, disordered by a with the pallid face and wasted form of a from the wood-path. The carriage stopped. long carriage - ride, hung loosely about his monk who had suffered a lengthened fast. I looked out and beheld Marion. She was person.

His eyes were large and excessively bright, covered with a cloak, and she panted heavily I knew at a glance what had happened, and his hand trembled like a leaf.

for breath. She was drenched with water, and my heart sank like lead. I leaped up, At Lahill I was ushered at once into the and her face was pale. She must have run and seizing his hand led him to a seat. He office-parlor. The father and daughter were like a deer to have caught us.

She came looked at me with painful inquiry in his both there. I conducted myself with circum- forward iwo or three uncertain steps, and eyes.

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She stretched out her arm to save herself, At the hour of my arrival at Middle Bass, laugh, but it was not often; the glorious and she caught the rim of the muddied wheel a flat, low-lying island, Thurman was sunlight, now doubly yellow, poured down with her beautiful hand. She drew it back walking. I gained a hint of the direction he upon the silent fields and the wbite roads, soiled to the wrist. Her hair had fallen over had taken, and I followed him. I came, after and every thing paused for the grapes to her face, and the shock had made her speech | half an hour, to the gate-way of the Reinbart ripen. less.

farm, and, as it was one of those in which my Thurman went every day to Reinhart's In an instant she started as if with an principals had an interest, it occurred to me house, and I uently went with him. Fi. electric shock. The indignity of her position to stop for a moment to find out how matters nally Reinhart himself, urged by the good brought back her dignity. She drew back were going there. I walked down a long wife whose anxious face I had more than like lightning, and cried to the driver to go lane between two wide fields of ripening once seen peering cautiously through her

She bent upon me a swift look of rage fruit, thinking far more, I admit, of the vine-covered windows at the group upon the and hauteur, and raised her head and figure beauty of the day and the delicious warmth bench, came and put the question in a good. to their full height. I left her standing thus of the air than I did of profit and loss. All natured, roundabout way: in the rain.

was as quiet and sunny as the heart could “Isn't your friend a lonely sort of fellow Should I tell Thurman of this? I own wish, and a sweet fragrance filled the air al- to be hanging round our Seibel so much! that I debated long, and that I was disposed most to repletion. At the distance of a What do

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think?" to keep the matter to myself. My sense of quarter of a mile lay the sparkling waters of “I'll speak to bim," said I. justice, however, got the better of my will, the placid lake, and at the edge of the land I did so. Thurman replied, quietly: and I presumed that I had been but the acci- there stood a thin line of tall old oaks, the giant "I am going to marry her.” dental discoverer of the something that be- branches of which, half naked and half dressed

" What!" longed to him.

in a gloomy verdure, reached upward toward " It is true.” Therefore, upon my return to my cham- the sky like human arms. Reinhart's house “But your heart, your spirit, your entire bers, I detailed every jot and tittle of the was old, and it was painted red. It was sur- nature, must be antagonistic to love! You talk and its contingencies.

I laid great

rounded by low willows, and its yard and its are fresh from one of those defeats that drive stress upon the last scene—the scene at the bigh-pitched roof were in shade.

men mad, or out of the world. It is imposgate.

As I turned out of the grape-field I saw, sible for you to stimulate a new passion." Thurman, who was standing, raised his sitting side by side, upon a bench beneath That is very true.” hand in a truly grand fashion, and cried in a the rugged bole of one of these trees, Thur- "Then explain.” deep voice-a voice that thrills me to this man and a sweet-faced girl of eighteen. She “Listen: I admit that there is ruin someday

was bareheaded, and her golden hair was where. I observe myself from without my* Too late!”

plaited and bound up in a tight knot behind. self, and I see that I am ill, that I am purThen he walked to his table like a para. Her dress was of a dark-brown stuff, and poseless, that I am full of sorrow and regret. lytic, and, sitting down, pretended to write, from beneath her skirts there projected two I go through a slight calculation, and I perbut never was there a sadder pretense. In a pretty feet, crossed and composed. She was ceive that I must recover myself in order to moment, he was bent over the table convulsed knitting a blue sock, and she was listening be of any further use in the world. You adwith emotion.

at the same time, with her head cast down, mit that. Very well. Then, instead of takOn the next day I proposed that he should and inclined slightly upon one side, to what ing usual measures —— by usual measures I trivel with me to Ohio.

my friend was saying, and he was saying it mean the slow processes of time and travel“Yes," he replied, “I will go.” most earnestly, though by no

I take a heroic measure. I force upon my Those were his words, but their sense cretly.

attention an object whose nature is such that

I recognized at once the daughter of my distracted spirit and outraged sensibili"I will determinedly cut myself loose from Reinhart, for I had seen her there years ties must soom assimilate with it. I find in this infernal witchery: God guide my hand !” before, and she was then a most lovable Seibel a creature of absolute purity, elevated

I did not delay an hour. My task was child. She was now a woman, and I have moral sense, ardent disposition, and unquesplain. never seen a more innocent face than that

tioning trust. I am as certain that my heart Our destination was one of the islands in which she raised when I first made my pres. will entertain her at some time in the future the famous group that lie at the western end ence knowr.

as I am that we now talk together. I do not of Lake Erie, a few miles north of Sandusky Thurman showed no signs of discomfi- say that the memory of my real position does City. I was obliged to spend three days ture, but he welcomed me warmly. Seibel- not agitate me at times even before her face, among the shore plantations before crossing that was the girl's name-led us about the but I am resolved to hold her to my breast to these islands, and I persuaded Thurman to place, showing us all the sights.

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until her nature does its healing, purifying go on before me and arrange for quarters at are the old-country wooden panniers that we work, and then I shall hold her forever." the hotel at Middle Bass. Having finished gather grapes in. These are the pipes that This was his idea, and faithfully did be my business, I followed in due time. I dis- the wine runs into. This is the wine-press- labor to carry it into execution. It touched covered, by-the-way, that the Concord grape, ab, I do so long to see it run again! I press me to the quick to see him go out pale and which is the staple crop of these farms, was the grapes myself sometimes. Did you ever languid fresh from some new realization of growing unevenly; and that the Catawbas, in hear the stream of red wine flow into the his pain, and seek in the grape-fields this fairconsequence of the lack of rains, had not empty pipes ? it makes such a little roar!” | faced, simple-hearted child, and walk beside filled out, and would not, in all likelihood, and she laughed and showed her white teeth. her hour after hour, bending his intelligence bring good prices from the wine-men. The I did not see Reinhart, He was absent- with an iron will upon the things that gave farmers (most of them were Germans) were in Toledo, I think.

her interest and gratification. Reinbart and despondent, and, while making all allowances When we were about to go, Thurman put his wife took my word for it that they need for the business tenet which demanded that out his hand. Seibel put hers into it fairly, have no fear, and so Thurman found a wel. they look upon the dark side of all things, I and looked bim in the face-not with that come from both at their house. He dined could not but perceive that their ways were abominable sham frankness that knows its with them often, ate of their rough dishes, to be hard for that season at least.

own name, but with natural thoughtlessness. and looked pleased at their simple surroundThe Wallings had hitherto been lenient The season was most charming, and I did | ings. On these occasions Seibel was gay and with their debtors, but, having become inn. vot hesitate to make up my mind to spend a unaffected, and she would sit beside him happatient of slow and scant returns, they had month on the island. The greater number py at his contentment. determined, of late, to pursue a more rigid of the summer visitors had long since de. Meanwhile, the grapes ripened poorly, policy. I was the unhappy medium by which parted, and the long walks and the shady and the buyers who were abroad shook this policy was carried out, but I contrived groves were almost entirely deserted. Now their heads. I sent intelligence to the Wal. to do my duty and to speak my harsh words aud then, in a long walk, one caught a glimpse lings through the office, and proposed to wait with sufficient grace to ward off all ill-feeling. of a city dress, or heard the ring of a city l until the gathering-season came, for it would

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then be easier to judge of the financial pros- “Possibly he has told you that it is.-Yes ? appearance. He looked much as he had pects of the farmers. - Then can you repeat what he said ?

looked upon the day that he came from his From a friend who wrote, I learned that I did so. I did not convey any of my own defeat at Lahill, the news of Thurman's rejection by Miss feeling, but I think that I gave Thurman's in He fixed bis eyes upon me, and, passing Walling had produced a fierce indignation full. It was a hard task, for I could see the by, went on into his own chamber. He against her among the people who knew the listener shudder and droop under the succes- opened his trunk, searched in it for a moment, parties, and that she had gone into a semi. sive assurances that all was lost to her. closed it, and then came back, still walking retirement. It also appeared that it was not After I had finished there was a long si- rapidly. He gained the door before I could generally known where Thurman bad flown lence. I looked downward, not caring to utter a word. to an ignorance that I had no wish to dissi. witness the perturbation of my companion.

“ Thurman! Thurman!” pate.

After a minute I was aroused by a movement “Weymouth,” cried he, suddenly, “give Week after week in October went by, and on her part. I looked up. . A great change me your word that you have not interfered still the song of love was sung without let or had come over her. Her cheeks were flushed against me over there.” He nodded in the binderance. I saw the two sitting beside the with color, her eyes had lost their mournful direction of Seibel's house. shore in the long, sweet afternoons, idly lis- ness and were now bright and piercing. She “I give you my word that I have not.” tening to the waves, or devoutly listening to stood erect, and faced me with an air of ag- “Good! I knew that. May God bless each other. Thurman was succeeding. Igression.

and keep you, my dear, good friend ! ” noted signs of returning strength in his man- Knowing your aptitude for business, I In an instant he was gone. He descended ner, and an increased vigor in his method of have no doubt that, in spite of the demands the stairs, crossed the hall, crossed the echo. talking. These proofs were slight, to be sure, that friendship has made upon your time and | ing piazza, and then his footsteps were lost but they were positive as far as they went. attention, you have observed the condition upon the lawn. On the 23d of October, at a late hour in of the Reinhart farm ?

I cannot say what stupidity kept me wonthe afternoon, I received a note by messenger

I indicated that I bad.

dering, as I did, for fifteen minutes about the who came from a club-hotel at the lower part “ It is clear to you, I suppose, then, that reason and force of both his act and words. of the island.

its tenant will again fail to meet his engage- I sat like a mummy, and with my wits as It invited me to call at once on a matter ments with us?"

dead as if I were asleep. I had not made of pressing importance, and it was signed by “I have not seen enough yet to warrant up my mind what to do, and it was not until Marion Walling. such a decision."

the clock struck the hour of five that I di. I was thunderstruck. She had found us “Ah-then you are troubled with blind- vested myself of the mist that involved me. out, and was upon the ground with no good ness! I have examined every thing; I think Then I leaped to my feet with the quespurpose. What unhappy fate bad led her that nothing has escaped me. I request you tion in my mouth, “ What did he take from bere? Thurman was not present. I hastened to take steps for the foreclosure of its mort- his trunk ?” I ran into his room, and found to obey the summons.

the box locked and the key gone. Miss Walling received me in a private The motive of this was only too plain. A

I had once seen a hall-porter spring a parlor, one of those poor rooms scantily fur. sudden revolution in her temper had made it lock with a well-placed, vigorous kick. I nished with the cheap material of watering- possible for her to conceive this fierce but tried this kick. It succeeded; the lid flew place grandeur.

feeble plan to gain her object. I, of course, up, and I seized it. I looked for Thur. I was astonished, nay, shocked at the could not be instrumental in the transaction man's pistol-case. As I now fully expected, change that bad taken place in Miss Wal- of business that arose from such sources, one of the glittering weapons was gone. ling's appearance. She had become wasted and I said so in as many words.

Now, then, for Reinhart's house ! I in face and person, and her features, always She gave me an angry reply.

caught up my hat, and was out-of-doors in an serious in expression, were now most sad. This enabled me to address to her a speech instant. It was not a time for roads and corHer large, dark eyes turned upon me with a which treated, I think, of every pbase of her ners, and I took a straight line over fences, look of appeal that I had never beheld be conduct in the matter with Thurman, and every through yards, and across vineyards, and fore, and her voice, at this somewhat impor- gentiment that had been evolved from the out- never halted for an instant. And well I tant moment, almost escaped her mastery. rage. I did not spare her. The indignation ! might not. I had upon my shoulders the She was alone, and she received me without that I felt found ready words, and, I think, blame for this crisis. I ran like a fox. formality.

if I recall these words with any degree of ac- I came up to the old red house with its “You see that I am here,” she said, with curacy, they must have told keenly upon her. clumped wood by a side-path that, being a faint smile. I bowed. “ We have been I spoke as if from the most elevated height, grass-grown, gave no echo to my footsteps. I here, father and I, for three days."

the height where the love was first conceived caught glimpses, while I was yet thirty yards I did not conceal my surprise. She hesi. height immeasureably above the plane away, of figures moving in the little court. tated a moment, and then said, with painful | of common loves — and, as the cause had yard. deliberation - a deliberation which enabled been great, so my denunciation of its ruin I was about to burst in upon them, when her to compose herself before the utterance was severe and relentless.

their positions and behavior deterred me. of each word:

I uttered the last words in the colloquy. There were present Thurman, Seibel, and “Mr. Weymouth, you know why I am I left Miss Walling trembling between Reinhart. Thurman, almost facing the covert here. I feel thæt I could not deceive you rage and remorse, unable to gainsay me, where I was, was standing beside the bole even if I would, for it has been your ill-for- yet beholding, in far higher colors than I of one of the willows. The girl was locked tune to discover that I am weak—or rather, had painted it, the picture of the error she close in his arms, with her head turned side. perhaps, that I am strong—for I have coine had made. I left the room and the house, ways and upward upon his breast. Her eyes at last to count it a strength to be able to and returned to the hotel, where

were closed, but between their lids there love. To'll me, is what I have seen true ?” self down to puzzle out the course that it was trickled a few tears-not a hot current that The word "true" fell from her lips with best for me to pursue.

denoted a turbulent passion, but those scant $0 stringe an accent that I could not but It was then three o'clock in the after-drops that utter woe sometimes wrings from comprehen l much of its significance. I

The day was cloudless and warm, and one whom it has paralyzed. therefore hesitated, but at length replied : I vaguely remembered that I had seen the The father, who had instinctively bared “Yes, I believe it to be true."

grape-pickers in the teeming fields, and that his head, grasped the skirt of his daughter's "Is it possible that it can be any thing the day was like a day of heaven.

dress with his gnarled hand, and, with the more than an attempt to solace himself for At five o'clock I heard Thurman's steps rim of his hat half covering his trembling the pain that I inflicted upon him ?”

in the corridor. They were hurried, and I lips, sought to draw her away. “ Yes, it is."

had hardly time to raise myself to my feet For one splendid instant they stood thus. 4 You are sure ?" before he came into the room.

All was absolutely silent. Even the rustle "I am."

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sunlight spread upon their heads and figures morning of the following day. I told Thur- | Who else has ever pictured in such sublimeits ineffable glow.

man all. He bowed gravely, but said nothing language a scene whose “expressive silence” What a scene was this for me!-I wbo -not a word. He and Seibel were married best can sing ? Even upon the brink of those could divine the agonies that beset them all. within the week, and I believe them to be mighty falls, the palm - trees of Cuba sigh I had but to utter a word to dissolve these perfectly happy.

through the wanderer's thoughts, and whisagonies—I had but to apprise Thurman of

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per sadly of the misery that abounds in their the cause of the sudden change in Reinhart's

shade. sordid mind to explode the sorrow that seemed

Where, too, can we find so genuine a to impend—but I did not move. I was en

CUBAN LITERATURE.

thrill of poetic feeling and manly passion as tranced, allured by the poetic spectacle.

are shown in the following extract from “The

is strange, though nevertheless a fact, Exile's Hymn ?"shoulder, her head sank upon her breast, that the sorrowful events which have

“ Fair land of Cuba! on thy shores are seen and, guided by her father's hand, she made a marked the history of Spain's richest pos

Life's far extremes of noble and of mean ; step backward. Had it not been for the session, and enlisted the sympathies of the The world of sense in matchless beauty dressed, glaring brilliancy of Thurman's eyes, I be- outside world, have caused the literature of And nameless horrors hid within thy breast. lieve I should have thought him dead, not- the island to be almost wholly overlooked.

Ordained of Heaven the fairest flower of earth, withstanding his upright position. He was More strange it is that, amid the cares and

False to thy gifts, and reckless of thy birth!

The tyrant's clamor and the slave's sad cry, as white as chalk, his cheeks were“ dragged "vexations arising from civil and political

With the sharp lash in insolent replyupon his face, and his lips were parted over strife, Cuba should have produced any writ- Such are the sounds that echo on thy plains, his set teeth. His shoulders were lowered, ers capable of interesting the general public

While virtue faints, and vice unblushing reigns. and his form was so bent that it did not seem by the vigor, beauty, and dignity of their ** Rise, and to power a daring heart oppose ! that he could sustain it a moment. work.

Confront with death these worse than death-like From Seibel's lips there burst a long cry When treating the literature of any peothat partly resembled the groan of a man

Unfailing valor chains the flying fate; ple it is always well to begin with its poetry.

Wbo dares to die shall win the conqueror's. and partly the wailing of a child. She did we find no difficulty in choosing the names

state! not look at Thurman. Her fortitude was of Heredia, Milanes, and Placido, as three We, too, can leave a glory and a name something sublime. The two, father and Cuban poets to whom all praise is due. In.

Our children's children shall not blush to claim;

To the far futare let us turn our eyes, daughter, drew away inch by inch, the former deed, the best productions of the Cuban mind

And up to God's still unpolluted skies ! growing more resolute and the latter more must be sought in the realm of poetry. As mild. in older lands, the poet, the morning-star of

What hast thon, Cuban? Life itself resignWhat was this to end in ? Could the the mind, is also the patriot in the minstrel,

Thy very grave is insecurely thine ! girl's filial love withstand this frightful test? and is recognized as such by the government. Thy blood, thy treasure, poured like tropic raio Could Thurman's spirit bear yet another out- The three poets whose names we have just

From tyrant hands to feed the soil of Spain. rage? written are the representatives of as many

If it be truth that nations still must bear

The crushing yoke, the wasting fetters wearI felt a touch upon my arm. classes of the population in the cities. To

If to the people this be Heaven's decree Before I turned I knew whose face I was unfold, in brief, their character and temper, To clasp their shame, nor struggle to be free, to meet. It seemed as natural that Marion may only be perchance to picture the im

From truth so hase my heart indignant turns,

With freedom's frenzy all my spirit burns, Walling should be there as that any criminal pulses of the bigher order of Cuban minds.

That rage which ruled the Roman's soul of fire, should be present at his own arraignment.

José Maria Heredia was the son of a pa

And filled thy heart, Columbia's patriot sire ! She whispered distinctly :

triot, and was born at Santiago de Cuba in Cuba, thou still shalt rise, as pure, as bright « Prevent this! Send her back to him! 1803. For nearly sixteen years he lived in As thy free air-as full of living ligbt: Tell Reinhart that I will not interfere. Hast

Free as the waves that foam around thy strands, Mexico, and then, removing to Havana, be

Kissing thy shores, and curling o'er thy sands !" en, in the name of Mercy!”

gan the practice of the law. Being naturally I looked at her for an instant. From her gifted, and possessing a high degree of intel- Milanes, unlike Heredia, was a plebeian lips these words were simply heroic. They ligence, it was to be expected that Heredia by birth, and belonged strictly to the merwere against the spirit of the whole of her would draw down upon himself the suspicions cantile class. Very little is related of his pubwillful life. With one breath she dammed of a government which believed that “infor- lic life, while of his domestic life we can only up the fierce current of her desires—a cur. mation should not become general in the isl. catch a glimpse occasionally in his verse, Alrent that had heretofore swept all obstacles and." Proscribed by ignorance and malice, ways despondent and always melancholy, his. before it-and for this cause !

Heredia came to America, where he remained soul could give origin only to strains of a sad, She was pallid, and tears stood in her but a short time.

mystical fervor. eyes. Tears from Marion Walling!

In 1826 he went again into Mexico, and Says his brother: "He was inspired with I turned and walked quickly into the there became Assistant Secretary of State, the noble enthusiasm of accomplishing a court-yard, and was beside Reinhart in a mo- afterward a judge on the Supreme bench, and great social mission, and, possessed of faith ment. I whispered to him. He quitted his finally a senator of the republic. He died, and hope, selected for the subject of his hold upon his daughter's dress. She flew to in office, on the 6th of May, 1839, dearly be songs moral or philosophical ideas." While Thurman like an arrow. I heard them kiss loved on account of his integrity, charity, reading the plaintive murmurs of Milanes, each other, and I led Reinhart away. Miss and amiability of character. Although he we are often reminded of the sonnets of Ca. Walling had left the place, and I did not see passed away in exile, he never forgot the moens, or the complaints of Tasso. And, her until that night at a late hour.

land which gave him birth, or ceased to la- when we are told that the poet's conscious. She sent for me at her hotel and said : ment the down-trodden fortune of his fellow. ness of the wrongs of his country finally over “I beg that you will, if possible, keep it countrymen.

powered his reason, we need not be surprised. secret from Mr. Thurman that I have been It is unnecessary for the present to in- We have now to speak of Placido-or of here. If it is not possible, endeavor to make dulge any thorough criticism of Heredia's Gabriel de la Concepcion Valdes, for such was him think that I have had no hand in his af. { writings. But this much may be said : as bis real name—who was born a mulatto, bred fairs. If that is not possible, make it clear a poet, the dignity of his thoughts, the bar. a pariah, and fell a victim to the tyranny of at least that I'now perceive how guilty tow. mony of his versification, and the graces of the government. ard him I have been. Say that I humble his language, fully support his claim to the We need not here record any particulars myself before him—that I, too, have pain, high rank which his countrymen have as- of his career, for surely we shall find them pain that I fear will never leave me!" signed to him.

nowhere written down, and, besides, the world I could believe that. I never saw a wom- In order to make this assertion more cer- cares but little for the homely annals of a an so utterly cast down, and yet holding her. tain of appreciation, one would simply have martyr. There is one scene, however, in the self with so grand an air.

to recall the poem of “Niagara," of which Mr. life of Placido, which ought not be forgotten. She and her father left the island on the Bryant has given us a most excellent version. It interprets the inspiration which made him

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a poet, and fills the mind of him who con- " But if this lot thy love ordains to me

If we have refrained from presenting to templates it with ineffable sadness.

To yield to foes most cruel and unjust,

the reader the names of all the Cuban poets,

To die, and leave my poor and senseless dust When, in 1844, signs of an insurrection

those rich, sonorous Spanish names, which

The scoff and sport of their weak enmityamong the colored population of Cuba began Speak thou ! and then thy purposes fulfill;

one cannot utter without an unconscious in. to appear, the captain - general resolved to Lord of my life, work tbou thy perfect will." flation of the voice and an involuntary wave meet them by military action. Hordes of

Sad letters Placido wrote to his wife and of the hand, perhaps the titles of some of brutish troopers were let loose in the island; mother before the last dread hour had come. their works will convey a sufficient idea to and one after another of the suspected lead- On the 28th of June nineteen victims, along

the judicious reader of the school to which ers was made a victim of cruelty. In the with the poet, were led into the Plaza of

they should be referred : “ Passion-flowers," campaign, “numbers of free persons of color Matanzas. Like a chieftain leading on bis

“Heart-beats," " Leaves of my Soul,” “Soul. and of slaves died under the lash”—another warriors, like an Indian chanting his death

echoes, ,” “Whirlwinds of the Tropics,” such account says three thousand—“many others song, Placido passed to bis end, singing his

are the phrases which most delight. ScarceFere summarily shot, and such infamous ex

own noble prayer. Writes the historian of ly, if ever, do we find in these poems the cesses were committed by the fiscals as begthe scene: “He was to suffer first, stepped

lack of a true respect for what is truest in gar belief." The victims of this dreadful into the square, knelt with unbandaged eyes,

womanhood; and Milanes only bespeaks the persecution were stripped of their property, and gave the signal to the soldiers. When

faith of his fellows when he says: and the crown officers-with a few honorable

the smoke rolled away, it was seen that he “ Still in woman's heart the true Eden lingers, exceptions-soon converted their system of

had only been wounded, and had fallen in Bearing fruit of Loving, Feeling, and Belief." terror into a grand financial expedient. | agony to the ground. A murmur of pity and White creoles and foreigners were not ex

As yet but little may be said of the prose horror ran through the crowd; but Placido,

literature of Cuba. One reason for this may empted from the pestilence of power, and the

slowly rising to his knees, drew up his form planters were compelled to ransom their proudly, and cried, in a broken voice: 'Fare

be found in the exclamation of Jacques de slaves at great cost from a tribunal which ar

Molay to his judges. “How can we speak,” well, world! ever pitiless to me! Fire here!' rested without accusation and condemned raising his hand to his temples.”

said he, “who have no freedom to will; for, without inquiry.

with the loss of freedom to will, man loses

The best criticism of Placido's poetic gen. It is impossible to state whether Placido

every thing-honor, courage, eloquence !" ius lies in the “Prayer to God.” He who was in any way concerned in the conspiracy could so feel and speak requires no vain

There are bookstores in Havana in which or not. For a long time previous, however, worded eulogy. “I know no Cuban poet,"

there are worthy and readable volumes. But he had won a fair reputation as a poet, and

it would be difficult to point out any tbing in says Sálas de Queroga, “ Heredia included,

This was highly respected by bis class.

these books which should indicate that the who approaches him in genius, in polish, and fact alone was enough to convict him in the

University of Havana has borne any more in dignity.”

fruit than the Oxford of the Arabs—El Azhar. eyes of the government, and certain it is that

And yet this man Placido was only a mube pas of the number of those who were first

Cuban newspapers are exceedingly trashy; latto, who might have stood behind a lady at arrested, and, being adjudged guilty, was sen

there are no magazines of any value; and table, and thought himself only too fortunate tenced to be shot.

whatever is published in them is certain to to listen to the twaddle of pretty sentimenWhile sinking beneath the weight of his

Jack vigor and earnestness, because wholly talism! Is it not truly wonderful to hear a prison-chains, and awaiting the preparations poet, esteemed humble by the society in

under the surveillance of the Spaniards. The for his departure from this world, Placido

days when the Inquisitors sought out herewhich he lives, addressing himself to the

tics to their death were not more terrible composed one of the finest of his poems. We

Queen-Regent of Spain in language like this ? give a version of it entire, forewarning the

than some of the days of Spanish oppression "Some one there is who, with his golden lyre, in Cuba. reader that it falls far beneath the beauty

Worthier thy sovereigu ear, shall chant and pathos of the original. The poem is en

If a lady wishes to read a novel, she may To the vibrations of its jeweled strings titled “Prayer to God.”

More grateful songs, perchance, but not more

either take down from the shelf a tale of one free !"

of the ancient romancers, or content herself * O God of love unbounded ! Lord supreme ! In overwhelming grief to thee I fly;

Other poets belong to Cuba than those

with a translation of some recent French Redding this veil of hateful calumny, whose names we have already written. It

novel. As in the Parisian press, one often Ob, let thine arm of might my fame redeem! cannot be said, however, that as works of art

beholds a feuilleton occupying a large space Wipe thou this foul disgrace from off my brow,

in an Havana newspaper.

Publishers can the poems which have achieved the most un. With which the world hath sought to stamp it now. bounded popularity in the island deserve high

better afford to make use of this means of commendation. The student of Spanish lit.

pleasure than to pay large sums for more im* Tboa King of kings, my fathers' God and mine, Thou art my sure and strong defense ;

The leading articles are erature need not be told of the superabun- portant services. The polar snows, and tropic fires intense, dance of bad models that have sprung up

often able; but the body of the paper is filled The shaded sea, the air, the light, are thine ; since the days of Cervantes and Calderon.

with very poor miscellaneous matte“. The life of leaves, the waters' changeful tide, But it may be said that the study of the

Such a personage as a “reporte. " is al. All things are thine, and by thy will abide. French romanticists has somewhat relieved

most unknown in Cuba. Very nearly all of " Thou art all power ; all life from thee goes forth, the Cuban poets from Spanish thralldom.

the current news is picked up only by hearAnd fails to flow obedient to thy breath ; New secrets of composition bave been dis.

say, and, being passed from ear to ear among Without thee all is naught; in endless death All Natare sinks, forlorn and nothing worth. closed by Victor Hugo and Lamartine (was

the merchants who congregate on the crowded Yet even the void obeys thee, and from there ever a Cuban that would not fall wor.

quay, gains in size and interest by the time naught, shiping at the feet of the latter?), while ma

that it reaches the journal office. In Havana, By thy dread word, the living man was terialism in morals and philosophy has been

especially, it is possible for a few lines to atwrought. taught by Volney and De Tracy. Yet the pre

tain the length of a column in the course of * Yercifal God! how should I thee deceive? vailing temper of the tropics is as hostile to the

a couple of hours. GEORGE L. AUSTIN. Let thy eternal wisdom search my soul !

highest forms of poetry as to incessant labor. Bowed down to earth by falsehood's base control, Everywhere the voice, equally with the

THROUGH THE WELL." Her stainless wings not now the air may cleave. mind, grows languid in summer; and more Send forth thine hosts of truth, and set her especially is this true in a land where sumfree!

mer is almost eternal. “Out of their few OST English cities and towns that date Stay thou, O Lord, the oppressor's victory! warm days," says Landor, "the English, if

back to the feudal times have their * Forbid it, Lord, by that most free outpouring the produce is not wine and oil, gather song Freemen-candidates for the ranks of which Of tbine own precious blood for every brother

and garner sensibility.

Out of their un. of our lost race, and by thy holy Mother,

are elected upon a certain day every year. The So full of grief, so loving, so adoring,

changing heats and splendors, the sons of qualifications of candidature differ in various Who, clothed in sorrow, followed thee afar, the tropics gather tears and garner senti. towns, but generally they consist either in Weeping tby death like a declining star. mentalism."

hereditary descent or by serving a specified

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