CATHERINE. ity, by mutual infirmities, and even by a feeling of guise of playful raillery, and the countless other modesty which will arise in delicate minds, when infinitesimals of pleasurable thought and genial they are conscious of possessing the same or the feeling. correspondent excellence in their own characters. In short, there must be a mind, which, while it feels the beautiful and the excellent in the beloved as its own, and by right of love appropriates it, can call Goodness its Playfellow, and dares make sport of time and infirmity, while, in the person of a thousand-foldly endeared partner, we feel for aged VIRTUE the caressing fondness that belongs to the INNOCENCE of childhood, and repeat the same attentions and tender courtesies as had been dictated by the same affection to the same object when attired in feminine loveliness or in manly beauty. Well, Sir; you have said quite enough to make me despair of finding a "John Anderson, my jo, John," to totter down the hill of life with. ELIZA. What a soothing-what an elevating idea! CATHERINE. If it be not only an idea. FRIEND. FRIEND. Not so! Good men are not, I trust, so much scarcer than good women, but that what another would find in you, you may hope to find in another. But well, however, may that boon be rare, the possession of which would be more than an adequate reward for the rarest virtue. ELIZA. Surely, he who has described it so beautifully, must have possessed it? FRIEND. If he were worthy to have possessed it, and had believingly anticipated and not found it, how bitter the disappointment! (Then, after a pause of a few minutes). At all events, these qualities which I have enumerated, are rarely found united in a single individual. How much more rare must it be, that two such individuals should meet together in this wide world| under circumstances that admit of their union as Husband and Wife! A person may be highly estimable on the whole, nay, amiable as neighbor, friend, housemate-in short, in all the concentric circles of attachment, save only the last and inmost; and yet from how many causes be estranged from the highest perfection in this! Pride, coldness or fastidiousness of nature, worldly cares, an anxious or ambitious disposition, a passion for display, a sullen temper-one or the other-too often proves "the dead fly in the But e'en the meteor offspring of the brain compost of spices," and any one is enough to unfit it Unnourish'd wane! The fancy made him glad! When his young heart first yearn'd for sympathy! for the precious balm of unction. For some mighty Faith asks her daily bread, good sort of people, too, there is not seldom a sort of And Fancy must be fed! solemn saturnine, or, if you will, ursine vanity, that Now so it chanced-from wet or dry, keeps itself alive by sucking the paws of its own self- It boots not how-I know not whyimportance. And as this high sense, or rather sensa-She miss'd her wonted food: and quickly tion of their own value is, for the most part, ground- Poor Fancy stagger'd and grew sickly. ed on negative qualities, so they have no better means Then came a restless state, 't wixt yea and nay, of preserving the same but by negatives-that is, by His faith was fix'd, his heart all ebb and flow; not doing or saying any thing, that might be put down Or like a bark, in some half-shelter'd bay, for fond, silly, or nonsensical, or (to use their own Above its anchor driving to and fro. phrase) by never forgetting themselves, which some of their acquaintance are uncharitable enough to think the most worthless object they could be employed in remembering. ELIZA (in answer to a whisper from CATHERINE). To a hair! He must have sate for it himself. Save me from such folks! But they are out of the question. FRIEND. That boon, which but to have possess'd True! but the same effect is produced in thousands by the too general insensibility to a very important Doubts toss'd him to and fro; truth; this, namely, that the MISERY of human life is made up of large masses, each separated from the Hope keeping Love, Love Hope alive, other by certain intervals. One year, the death of a Like babes bewilder'd in a snow, child; years after, a failure in trade; after another That cling and huddle from the cold longer or shorter interval, a daughter may have In hollow tree or ruin'd fold. married unhappily;-in all but the singularly un fortunate, the integral parts that compose the sum Those sparkling colors, once his boast, total of the unhappiness of a man's life, are easily Fading, one by one away, counted, and distinctly remembered. The HAPPINESS Thin and hueless as a ghost, Poor Fancy on her sick-bed lay; of life, on the contrary, is made up of minute frac- 233 Where was it then, the sociable sprite It dimm'd his eye, it darken'd on his brow, O bliss of blissful hours! The boon of Heaven's decreeing, Dwelt the First Husband and his sinless Mate! THE GARDEN OF BOCCACCIO. Of late, in one of those most weary hours, The love, the joyaunce, and the gallantry! Or lent a lustre to the earnest scan Of manhood, musing what and whence is man! And, like a gift from heaven, in lifeful glee, Thanks, gentle artist! now I can descry The brightness of the world, O thou once free, But casts in happier moulds the slumberer's dream, Gardens, where flings the bridge its airy span, Gazed by an idle eye with silent might And Nature makes her happy home with man; See! Boccace sits, unfolding on his knees But from his mantle's fold, and near the heart, Boccaccio claimed for himself the glory of having first introduced the works of Homer to his countrymen. Still in thy garden let me watch their pranks, I know few more striking or more interesting proofs of the overwhelming influence which the study of the Greek and Roman classics exercised on the judgments, feelings, and imagipations of the literati of Europe at the commencement of the restoration of literature, than the passage in the Filocopo of Boccaccio: where the sage instructor, Racheo, as soon as the young prince and the beautiful girl Biancafiore had learned their letters, sets them to study the Holy Book, Ovid's Art of nato a conoscer le lettere, fece legere il santo libro d' Onvidio, Love. Incominciò Racheo a mettere il suo officio in essecu- nel quale il sommo poeta mostra, come i santi fuochi di Venere zione con intera sollecitudine. E loro, in breve tempo, inseg- si debbano ne freddi cuori occendere." THE END OF COLERIDGE'S POETICAL WORKS. 235 |