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cause trifles have ceased to excite you. When applause, and then, with a common weakness, lathe praises of society have lost their charm, and mented, not her choice, but its consequences, atadmiration palls upon the ear, a woman's sole re- tributing to a harsh destiny, the disappointments maining earthly solace, is love—and of that, you her own will had created. Years are not the sole speak scornfully, bitterly. Dear Florence, you are givers of experience ; there are dispositions which wrong, fearfully wrong? Be true to your gentler circumstances mould better than time, and minds nature : leave the stern paths of fame, for man to on which events and emotions seemingly unimporfollow; and let yours be a wiser choice. Bestow tant, will imprint traces never to be obliterated, for on the heart something of the culture you lavish good or evil. There comes to all enthusiastic on the intellect; and the genius now wasted in vain temperaments, a season of realization, little underdesires, will be a blessing and a comfort. Curb stood, yet enduring in its influences; a period when the wild feelings, all too proud and bitter for your our wilder hopes grow dim, when our first untested youth and sex; and the ambition to be applauded by desires lose their charm, and wither in the hearts the many, will soothe, when it changes into a where they had sprung. Firmer and wiser wishes, yearning to be loved by the one."

replace them in time, but for awhile, there is a void There were tears in the eyes of the young and left in life. The impulses once wild and ferrent, graceful lady to whom these lines were addressed; become depressed and spiritless; the thoughts as she finished the letter of her father's friend, which spurned submission, kneel at human shrines; tears wrung from a high heart, warring with its and expectations whose wings were radiant as the softer and better nature. Experience had come rainbow, and whose flight was ever to the skies

, to her prematurely, and the cup of flattery had droop with stained and broken pinions, and lie down been proffered so readily, that it soon ceased to at- on the earth, to die. With Florence, this era had tract or to gratify. Florence was too refined to be dawned, and the bounding enthusiasm of her girllong interested by common pleasures; and though hood was succeeded by lassitude and ennui. dependent for enjoyment on constant and exciting occupation, she found it no longer in the idle re- It was a soft Summer afternoon, and Florence, sources, to which she had resorted. There must accompanied by a genileman, slowly drew near 3) be credulity, or praise cannot satisfy, and she had old moss-grown ruin, which was the object of their

With that quick knowledge of character, ride. To her, there was nothing particularly atand ready conception of hidden motives which often tractive in the view of half-fallen walls draperied accompany genius, giving intuitively to youth with ivy, though tradition threw a charm around something of the sad wisdom of age, she was not them, and age and mystery united to weave their deceived by the professions and commendations, magic spell. Florence had little sympathy, and offered by the trivial around her. The pining for some contempt, for what was merely imaginative, admiration, ever strong in an ambitious disposition, she worshipped only what was real, or distinguishwas in her. all powerful, but it was a desire for ed. She had visited the place at her companion's better applause than the frivolous could give-a wish, because, having never been there, it had the ceaseless longing for a reward undefined, and per- recommendation of novelty, and any change was haps unattainable. Florence had scarcely past agreeable to her now, that served to distract her the spring-time of womanhood, yet the illusions thoughts. Too worldly for romance, and too skepwhich make girlhood beautiful had, one by one, tical for sentiment, she looked half scornfully on faded away. Powerful in the magic of grace and ideal pleasures, and cared not for the sweet, though genius, surrounded by the homage of society, “ fol- undefined associations, which to an imaginative lowed, flattered, sought and sued,” she was not disposition, twine like tendrils, around all that is happy. There lived in her heart a quenchless purest and loveliest in the outer world. Some two thirst for-she knew not what, a feverish, visionary or three years previous, she would have experiaspiration, the “love of the moth for the star." enced something of these, on gazing at the reneToo proud to neglect even those sources of appro- rable pile they approached, but she had reached val which in secret she despised, she played her that sad time when the illusions of fancy cease to part in the world with the politic skill, which no deceive, and trifles cannot exhilarate. But her warmth of feeling could tempt her to forget. Ever companion was handsome and somewhat of an engraceful, self-relying, self-possessed, she had learn- thusiast in romance, and Florence could seem seted to seem the promoter of others wishes, while timental when policy required it

. She listened in truth, she employed them to forward her own. very graciously to the gentleman's recital of leShe was always forsaking the joys of the present, gends connected with the spot, and even quoted for uncertain ones in the hereafter; and in the soli- poetry with well assumed animation. Florence tude of her thoughts there was no peace. She could affect very gracefully now, and was not quite passed unheeding, the green by-lanes of daily life, as sincere as she had been. She dismounted at with their pure and placid pleasures, to pursue the her friend's request, and rambled about the ruin, rough, mountain road guiding to the temple of while he related many a wild story of the oldea

time. Perhaps she felt at last, the interest feigned | Florence reasoned ; each practised a separate phiat first, for the speaker's voice was low and musi- losophy-one of nature and the heart, the other of cal; and his gaze so earnest and admiring, was the mind and the world. It may be, that some fixed on her.

emotion more ardent than early friendship gave “What a memory you must have, Herman!" | additional servency to Herman's words; his was she said, as he concluded one of the ower true' not the calm look of one who recalls a tie of the love stories, that seemed to harmonize with his past, but the ardent gaze of a lover, whose hopes mood. “I can recollect histories of glorious tri- were in the future. Perhaps Florence read his umphs and proud rewards, but these tales of lowli- hopes well; for experience had taught her the ness and sentiment pass by me and leave no trace.” power of her influence, and she had not exercised

“ And yet," was the reply, “ it is to such, that it without acquiring that consciousness of her own the past owes its sweetest poetry, and they speak attractions, which, in a character less proud, would to us of the bright stores of happiness, dwelling in have been vanity. daily life. Heroic deeds are the portion of a few, “And now, I must tell you one more love story, but gentle feelings belong to all, and surely, Flo- notwithstanding your horror for la belle passion; it is rence, they give a lovelier hue to old times, than is a brief, but very true history ; will you listen mon ever cast by dazzling heroism!” She smiled in-amie ?” and Florence smiled assent, for Herman credulously, and had the speaker been any but had beautiful eyes, and he looked so imploringly! Herman, that smile would have been scornful. “A long while ago,” he began, gathering while "You think then," he said, after a moment's pause, he spoke a cluster of the wild violets growing and with semething of disappointment in his tone, among the grass at their feet, and giving them to “ you think that only far-famed acts wake worthy his listener ; “ a long while ago, there lived a youth, associations ? Do you attach no value to the com- whose only fortune was his hopeful heart, and who mon trials of moral fortitude, to the hourly sacri- quitted a happy home to seek wealth and distinction. fices, which though untold to the world, are holy He traversed many lands and gained something as the martyr-spirit of old ? Do you feel no throb of of good from all, but little of the wisdom which sympathy, when you hear of joys and sorrows like avails in the world, for he came back with much our own, of hearts tried and bowed and broken, pleasant learning, with many a chronicle of the though no poet's voice has sung their destiny ?” olden time when romance was not all a dream, and

“ With such, I have nothing in common," she chivalry was abroad in the land; but these were his answered, “it is with the celebrity they have won, sole reward, and he was almost as far from riches rather than with the acts themselves, that I feel as when he departed. Perhaps, as he was not amcongeniality. What avails the sweetness wasted bitious, he thought there were other things better on the desert air,' the flower that springs to than gold; at least, he was not dissatisfied with the blush unseen ?? To me, greatness is not precious result of his wanderings. Well, he was but a boy, for itself, but for the stamp the world has given it, when he forsook his native land; but as he had a I turn unheeding from the music, to worship the very warm heart, he fancied it would grow cold if echo it wakes !”

he carried it with him. It is a common fancy, This was a cold philosophy for one so young; Florence, and he obeyed it; so he left his heart sebut Florence had long ago merged nature in policy. cretly, at home. He came back at last to find the To her companion, who, though older than herself, lady of his love more beautiful than even his memohad nothing of her worldliness, this creed sounded ry had painted her; but the world's flattery had too harshly on lips so beautiful, and he half regret- made her proud, even to haughtiness, and he tremted it had been called forth. She was not often so bled for the destiny of his early gift. She had lost candid; and as she saw the disappointment on her all sympathy with his thoughts, and scoffed at listener's face, she almost repented having confess- the dreams he prized; and though he mourned the ed her faith thus freely. Valuing all things more change, he worshipped still, and reverenced as he for their effect than for themselves, she had never loved. He grew fearful at last, for his devotion so much regretted the loss of her younger enthu- was too sincere to be confident, but it was very siasm, as now, when she marked how becoming it earnest

, and he resolved to know its fate. Flowas to her companion, and she envied the glow of rence! change the time from the past to the prefeeling, that flushed the cheek of her friend. Flo- sent, and that lover is kneeling before you!" It rence and Herman had been playmates in their was not the first time that Florence had heard tones childhood, but he had spent some years abroad, and like these ; the accents of profession were familiar but recently returned. With the improvement and to her ear; nor was she surprised to hear them polish of manhood, he retained those warm affec- now; but she grew very pale as her companion tions, too often forsaken with our childhood, and spoke ; and the blue flowers she held, trembled in they lent to his manner that graceful earnestness her hand, as if the breath of the summer breeze which convinces while it charms. He possessed had swept over them. “Florence! dear Flomore of sentiment than of intellect, and felt when 'rence !" said the suitor, as he drew her towards

him ; “say that ambition shall not guide you, yield to another the existence and the conflict of powerto affection, and tell me that I have not loved, so ful emotions; but separation seems to dissipate such long and so truly, in vain !"

reserve, and Florence wrote much that she could But Florence was herself again; and gently, never otherwise have confessed. Perhaps her letthough firmly, she withdrew from her companion's ter betrayed more than she was conscious of, the clasp. Perhaps there were feelings warring with bitterness at war with her better thoughts; but she her resolution, thoughts that sued for his success, concluded thus : for the lady's voice faltered as she spoke, though “ You once predicted, my friend, that my fate her words were calm.

would be a lofty one, and your prophecy shall be “ Herman,” she said, "I cannot give you hope, fulfilled. If wealth and station, with the power where there is none; our old friendship must be they bring, can give me contentment, I shall find the only tie between us. Let us leave this place it in the marriage I am about to make ; and the now, and with it, all remembrance of this scene." brilliant gratifications of pride will be mine. It is

If, as weeks rolled on, that brief interview came true, I despise the homage I seek; it gives me too often to her thoughts, if she recalled it with a no throb of self-approval; and I turn contemptuously sadness strangely contradicting the refusal she had from the bestowers of such praise; but I trust uttered, Herman knew it not, and he learned to have excitement, and flattery sometimes awakens think of Florence as a stranger unworthy his deep it when nobler means have failed. And yet there affection ; as a gitted, fascinating and heartless wo- are periods when hope deserts me; I look around man of the world. But in this opinion he wronged me in despair, and see nothing to soothe or satisks, her; for Florence was not heartless, and it was the and nothing that deceives. I often think I would constant effort to curb impulses naturally ardent, relinquish all the glittering pleasures of mr lot, for that gave such bitterness to her lonely moments. one hour of the holy love-lit enthusiasm which There were times too, when she doubted herselt, gladdened my existence when I met you last. But and questioned the wisdom of the faith she follow- these fancies are weak and idle, though they shaed. But the tempter was in her spirit ; and with dow me as they pass. Write to me, my friend, the false pride of her nature, she imagined to change you are the only one in whose sincerity I can trust, would be condescension. Acting for the applause but do not talk to me of the past. I know not why, of society, more than for the silent sanction of her but there is gloom in my recollections now, and i own heart, she had not the courage to abandon the mourn, more than they deserve, the soaring and path she pursued, and she fancied any sacrifice to fervent visions, whose beauty I have lost. The ambition would be easy now, when the greatest one, real honors of the future are before me now, and I had been already made. On Herman, the effects shall discover in them, if in any thing, a foliluent of her rejection soon disappeared; he learned while of those ardent aspirations, which have hitberto admiring her powers, to despise her worldliness. wandered through the world, and found no resting His dream had been rudely and effectually dispelled, place.” and love gave way to a pity almost scornful, for And with such feelings, Florence married. Her one so rare in her gifts, so wilfully mistaken in her connexion though merely one of convenience was aspirations.

not unhappy; even less so, than she had anticipated, III.

for her expectations whether of pleasure, or the It was with flushed brow and trembling hand, reverse, always exceeded reality. Her husband that Florence prepared to answer the letter of her was wholly destitute of the attractions calculated old friend. Hers was not the beautiful emotion to inspire affection in one so discerning and fastcalled by tender words. Love summons crimson dious as Florence. She could not even respect to the cheek; hers was pale and blanched; love him, for only lofty traits could awaken her retebrings a smile to the lip; on hers was cold, settled rence, and he was too weak to enter into, or even resolution. There is always a struggle in a wo- to comprehend, her erring, but exalted views. Az man's mind, ere she can relinquish affection ; with egotist by nature, his character was composed of Florence that silent trial had past. She had spoken follies, rather than distinguished by faults. Ang but a few hours before, promises that had decided decided trait, even her destiny, and she felt, in sorrow, that she was could have borne with, but his soulless lassitade

, voluntarily tracing in the future a lot of mental his languid vanity roused the contempt she felt so loneliness. She decided in accordance with the often. He was proud of her, for her ruling principle of her life, and the seraph-voice genius reflected credit on him, and he saw all in her heart was stilled. Her letter to her friend things, only as connected with himself. There was long and confiding; the more so, because was no sympathy between them, but their marriage Florence was too proud to ask sympathy from many, was tranquil, for his indolent disposition yielded and too superior to find it, save in a few. high and over sensitive disposition, there is at- courieous and polished, too lofty and scornful to

To a easily to superior guidance, and Florence is tached a feeling almost of humiliation, at revealing condescend to contradict. She submitted to his

a glaring defect, Florence


caprices, when they did not interfere with her rent the veil of concealment and read her untold schemes, for they were too idle to be reasoned sadness. From that calm, penetrating glance, with, and she was too politic to rule unnecessarily. Florence tried to turn haughtily away, but she felt And thus they lived; their thoughts and hopes and humbled. She saw, the unsatisfying character of wishes having nothing in common. Neither had her existence was detected, and there was pity in espected ardent happiness; Florence, because that earnest gaze, as it rested on one so nobly and penetrating at a glance, the shallow intellect of vainly gifted. She became piqued at last, by this her companion, she despised his vanity, and he, silent and frequent regard, humiliating in its very because commonplace in his ideas, common plea- sympathy, and she attached to it more importance sures gratified him. Each was contented, for only than her conscience sanctioned, for the observer contentment had been hoped for, and where little was Herman. was expected, little had satisfied. For awhile, Florence was in a thoughtful mood, as she sat Florence was too busy to feel ennui, and gaiety alone, with a half finished letter before her. Her left her no leisure for reflection. There was noth- thoughts were not pleasant, for petulance and vexaing wanting in her outward lot. Admired by all, tion were on a face, usually so composed and envied by many, her destiny was brilliant, and the stately. She was reflecting on nothing very imenvy perhaps, was more acceptable than admira- portant, yet she tried in vain to think of something tion, for it is the highest compliment insignificance else. She opened a book, but it was a volume of can proffer to distinction, and the lady had not poems, and Florence had no taste for poetry now. sacrificed so much to the world, without losing She attempted to write, but her ideas came lansomething of those kind feelings, which would once guidly ; so at length putting aside the paper, she have rendered so mean a tribute unwelcome. And gave herself up to her reverie. The previous thus it often is ; feeling takes the hue of thought, evening she had passed at a ball. Many as fair as and the footstep which prints, sullies also the herself, had been eclipsed by her mingled grace snow.'

and genius, and adulation was welcome then, beBut for Florence's mind, ever grasping and re-cause witnessed by the dark eyes which followed bellious, there was no enduring tranquillity. It was her so often. Perhaps it was the consciousness of the defect of her nature, to be ever passing by the this observation that lent so bright a glow of triadvantages possessed, for some undefined acquisi- umph to the lady's countenance, though that quiet tion in the future. The sucùs du monde, began to look, was more in pity than admiration. How freweary, pleasure to pall, and excitement to be tran- quently it happens amid pleasure like this, that sient. Her interest in society decreased, and there some light remark will dispel enjoyment; and be was no purer one in her home, to replace it. Again remembered disagreeably, long after the gladness languor crept over her hopes, and they grew dim. of the evening has been forgotten. For joy passes Wealth, homage, and genius, all were hers, yet away as the dew from the flowers, but sadness is the spirit of all, was wanting. She could scarcely like music among the hills, and ever wakes an echo. tell why, but she became very weary of this career So it was with Florence. She had been engaged 80 bigh and glittering, with the vanity of youth, in animated conversation, when a girlish voice near but without its expectations, its enthusiasm and its her exclaimedillusions. Florence had no friends in the gay cir- “How very beautiful!" cle where she ruled ; and she did not seek them, for “ Not beautiful to me,” was the reply, spoken in she was too proud to be confiding. In the society a low tone, but by a voice, Florence would have of the intellectual men who admired her powers, heard among a thousand, “ Not beautiful to me. I she found most pleasure, and might have gained can see no loveliness in the studied attractions of most sympathy ; but from this, her position and her an ambitiense." principles equally debarred her. She shrunk from She turned to behold the speaker, and the color revealing the self-summoned sorrow of her wed- faded from her cheek, when she looked at Herman. ded life ; for, like all women with a superior order The next morning bad come, and still that sentence of intellect, she possessed that stern sense of right was recalled more frequently and painfully than it which no temptation could destroy. No word or deserved. Those few simple words were echoed look betrayed the weariness within, and she was again and again, and the lady's reflections grew the more guarded, because in her heart there lived very sad. They told of a girlhood whose promises the memory of a moment now dangerous to recall, were unfulfilled, of years passed in useless toil, of the thought of a love, remembered and regretted false and vain success, of a childhood gay with too well. There were times, when repinings rose glowing hopes, and a womanhood disappointing to her lip, and it was hard to silence them, when them all. There had been a period when her reflection became a grief, and tears took the place wishes had spurned the very earth, and now, the of languor; and often, when surrounded by the ap- least precious of the earth's rewards, made their plause of a crowd, eyes that had once looked love only recompense. The first flush of energy had in vain, met hers with searching power, as if they departed, and the delusions that sprang up like flowers—where were they now? Confidence hadness that shone and conquered, not the quiet beauty gone from ambition, and left it unsatisfied. From of one, who had thought and suffered. the high paths of exertion, her sex debarred her, It was late in the evening, and Florence was and endowments misdirected and self-consuming about retiring from the scene of pleasure, when bestowed no blessing. For her, there was no she lingered to say a few parting words to one of comfort in friendship, no solace in love; with all her old friends. The gentleman with whom she the beauty of youth, she had none of its pleasures conversed was handsome and graceful, and by his or its dreams. There are times of depression, side stood a fair girl, with a wreath of orange when memories come to us like predictions, and it flowers in her hair. was with something of superstition, that the wea- Yes, I leave to-morrow," said Florence, in reried, disappointed enthusiast, recalled the words of ply to some question she had asked, “ and you must her old friend ; "you can never be happy, Florence, give me a token to recall this evening;" and as she till affection is more to you than praise." spoke, she separated from the bright ringlets of IV.

the lady, a cluster of the white blossoms. “I A few weeks went by, and the sudden death of shall treasure these,” she continued, with a smile, her husband, left Florence free again. For once, "to remind me of the last evening I spent in my even policy was forgotten, and she did not feign native land, and of all the happiness I wish you the grief she could not feel. Her marriage had both," and as she bent to kiss the fair brow of his given her no happiness, and she did not affect to bride, she met for the last time the earnest gaze mourn a loss, she considered as a release. Now, of Herman. with wealth, youth, freedom, there was so much When Florence reached home that night, her for her in the future; and with the hopes of younger smiles had vanished, and unbidden tears fell fast years, came something of their sincerity too. and bitterly. As carefully, as if they had been Aware that many censured the lightness of her sor- some sacred relic, she placed between the leares row, she grew less dependent on the opinions whose of a book, the orange flowers the bride bad worn. criticism she braved, and resolved to seek enjoy- As she opened the volume, a cluster of long withment where she had been wont to care only for ered violets, fell at her feet—had Florence forgetapplause. There was no weariness in her heart ten who gave them? now, for one name was to her a “magic sound," and the gaze from which she used to turn proudly, was now sought with softer feelings. But Flo

FLORENCE TO HER FRIEND. rence had not denied others so long, without at “Yes, my friend, too well I recollect and mourn last deceiving herself, and it was with painful sur- the period of self-delusion, your last letter recalls. prise she met only calm reserve, where she hoped And yet, painful as it is, to remember the season, for warmer greeting. She had trusted to her daz- shadowed by our faults, I would not willingly part zling charms, and still more, to the remembrance with the warnings that era has left me. The time of that first love, which lingers so long in the heart. has come to me, when the past, though a sorrow, But Herman was changed, and there was no sign bears a lesson and a moral; and in looking back on of early passion in the tranquil pity with which he the consequences of my wild ambition and haughty looked now, on the radiant beauty of her he had will, I find peace in the humility they teach. Now, loved. The absence of all affliction at her be- better and truer wishes brighten my life, and espe. reavement, told him the unworthy aim of her mar-rience causes more grateful reverence for the comriage, and revealed how much she had sacrificed to mon hopes of daily existence. If sometimes sad the world. With the sensitiveness of earnest feel- longing for my own land, that one yearning living ing, he had nothing of the constancy which out-in all hearts, comes over me, it stays but a moment, lives hope, and in contemning the lady's worldli- for I am bound by no ties of kindred or friendship ness, he was destitute of the intellect, which could to my early dwelling, and I feel that wherever the have sympathised with her lofty, aspiring spirit, starlight of love is shining, there is home. Now, even while condemning its direction. Florence in the tranquillity around me, I gain that mental soon realized the vanity of the expectations she peace which sanctifies solitude ; and the rain dehad cherished, and bitterly did she grieve their sires, the vague aspirings of my gayer years, frailty ; how bitterly they only know, who with the trouble and depress me no longer. I find in my haughtiness of genius, mingle the depth of affection. own mind, the repose I asked so vainly, from the

For the first time, during several weeks, Flo-world; thought has changed from a tempter, to a rence mingled in gay society. She looked more guide, and hope is exalted into faith. The robeautiful, than even in her early youth, and her mance of my girlhood has returned, with the one manner was unrivalled in its fascinating grace. passion, sacred alike, in its dawn and its destiny. There was no token of the ennui which used to Corinne says rightly : it is not the first affection

, depress her, nor of the tears that of late, had springing from the strong necessity of loving;' usurped its place. Hers was the stately loveli- 'which is the best and warmest ; for commencing

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