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When the hand, therefore, only us to obscurity. Extremes meet,
they should write as they would puerilities, these repetitions will still speak to each other if they were pre possess a latent charm, which love sent; that is with that opened the only can either appreciate of pernegligence, which a familiar conver The same may be affirmed of friendsation either requires or permits. ship. It is a talker, 'and delights in A letter to a superior should be re words. As it loves confidence, it spectful; to an equal, frank and seeks to be acquainted with every open; and to a friend, light and thing.' 'Love is not so ambitious of playful. In a word, propriety knowledge ; it regards only the 'seshould be the pole-star of a letter crets of the heart, and the state of writer, and the character of propriety its affections. It looks to the beloved is to adapt itself to persons, circum- object alone, not to the relation that stances, times, and situations. exists between it and others. Friend:
As ease and perspicuity are the ship is not so easily satisfied. It most valuable ornaments of conver must be acquainted with the sentisation, they are also the simplex ments and ideas, the fears and hopes, munditiis of letter-writing—the most 'the projects of every day, the dreams simple, and, at the same time, the of every night, the interests of the most elegant character that can pos- family: in a word, every thing consibly belong to the epistolary style. nected with the object of its solici
As we speak, so should we write, for tude. It embraces every thing; it no other purpose than that of com must know every thing; nor can it municating our thoughts to each rest satisfied, until the entire soul is other. The choice and propriety of laid open to its view. The epistolary terms ought, therefore, to be the style, therefore, can be subjected to first consideration of a letter-writer; no rules, with regard to love and for if he use terms which admit of friendship; and it reminds us of St. two meanings, he can have no cer Augustin's answer, when asked, tainty that they will be understood what was the most proper manner in the sense which he pretended to of addressing the Supreme Being. affix them.
“ Love,” said he, “and you may adPrecision is another quality of dress him afterwards as you please.” letter-writing, which seldom can be This expression may be properly dispensed with, unless we choose to applied to lovers and to friends... dispense with propriety; for it re He who writes under the impulse quires no argument to shew, that we of the heart may say every thing he cannot make our thoughts or wishes pleases, and in what manner he understood too soon. Precision, pleases. Nothing can displease : however, differs from ease and per nothing can be out of place; or, at spicuity in this principal feature, least, nothing will appear to be so. that the latter qualities of style Love is blind, and friendship is inbelong to letters of every possible dulgent. description, while precision is con Rules and instructions can avail fined to a certain class. It is a class, us, therefore, only in letters, which however, that embraces all the dif- participate of neither of these affeeferent species of letter-writing, ex- tions; they are useful, however, in cept tivo, namely, those of love and every other species of epistolary friendship. The truth of what Gres communications for' in all
, except set says, will be quickly recognized these two alone, precision is not by every lover ?
only a merit, but a strict obligation:
Prolixity is inconvenience, and difL'esprit n'est jamais las d'ecrire,
fusion, verbiage. 7 Lorsque le coeur est de moitié.
* **Precision, however, must not lead obeys the impulse of the heart, a let and obscurity is generally the result ter may, without inconvenience, ex of too much precision. tend to four pages. "Love delights j'evite d'etre long, et je deviens obscur. in affections, protestations, and repetitions. Should its inattentive pen This should be carefully
avoided. retrace incessantly the same ardours, To transform a commission which the same oaths, bagatelles, and even we give, a fact which we relate, an
idea which we communicate, or a the most indulgent hearer; but to sentiment which we express, into him who peruses a letter, it is still an enigma, is evidently to mistake more intolerable. He who reads is the principal intention of epistolary sooner disgusted than he who hears, commerce. Obscurity, however, is because he perceives more calmly, not the only ill that results from and, consequently more clearly, the extreme precision; for it likewise absurdity of such affectation. The degenerates into dryness and in brief style, or, in other words, that sipidity: another rock from which style which unites brevity with prothe letter - writer should carefully priety of expression, is, therefore, keep aloof. He who speaks wishes peculiarly adapted to epistolary comto be heard; he who writes wishes munications. We should reject those to be read; and as we quickly move parentheses, which interrupt the printhe cup from our lips if it has not cipal sense by unnecessary ideas, and some tincture of sweetness, so also which embarrass it, under the preis the attention soon wearied, if not tence of rendering it more evident. supported by a certain agrément, or If a developement be necessary, let felicity of style. We must not, how- it follow in the next sentence, rather ever, seek to captivate attention by than suffer it to arrest the progress those measured, harmonious periods of the discourse. from which the orator derives such Finally, the epistolary style should important advantage.
be light, but not bounding; rapid, Long and sonorous periods, in a but not laconic; and free, but not familiar conversation, would fatigue licentious.
SKETCHES FROM NATURE,
(The Sequel of No. 1. Vol. 81. p. 410.) Ir was on a calm and placid even and it was in vain I strove against ing at the close of the year, when I it. The forms, that moved around rambled forth, after a few months' me, appeared not to be actuated by absence, in the neighbourhood of the animation and spirit of life, but the spot that was endeared to my passed and repassed mechanically; recollection by the eventful exit of even the occasional glances of beauthe unfortunate young officer. It tiful bright eyes, as the light form had been my intention to rove of rural beauty glided by me, were through some of the delightful and insufficient to call my mind from the enchanting walks with which it gloom of departed days; --- there abounds, and meditate on the amaz- thought seemed to settle, and under ing power, and infinite benevolence the impulse of this feeling I resolved of Deity, displayed as they are, more on visiting the spot, that was doubly legibly in scenery like this; what hallowed, as the altar where the matchless skill may we not trace in pledge of earliest love had first been the formation of the majority of in- offered, and since having become sects, that dart continually to and fro the resting-place of one of those in the sun-beams, unable to contain youthful wretched beings:<a tear themselves for very excess of happi- stood in my eye as I thought on what ness ;--Oh! how the heart leaps with they were — on what they are on joy to witness their dwarf but not their hapless love (as Marianne emthe less positive pleasure ; six thou- phatically termed it) a love so tender sand years, and day by day of each, -sotrue--and so disastrous.--I stood hath his beneficent eye beheld my beside the grave with a degree of riads of myriads feasting on his solemn veneration - it was newly bounty; oh! blest employment! made--the turf was neat and flouworthy of a God !
rishing - here and there might be But there was a tint of melancholy, seen the faded flowers, that the kind that involuntarily associated itself hand of affection or delicate friendwith these gratifying meditations, ship had scattered round it.-A neat
thou step we take wet
and unobtrusive head-stone bore (hy vain. My imagination bore me back
his own particular desire) this in to that period, when he was pouring Iscription :
forth his soul to Marianne a few 196 016914 be ebavio2doou 1691
moments eres va In memory of Lieut. William The hand that so ferrently clasped
he breathed his lastIn the midst of life we are in death.” her is powerlessuthe eye that so
fondly marked her is closed, the fuas it was one of those mementos that tongue the vehicle of thought, is aispeak to the heart, having for its ob- mute,--and the bosom, that beat with
ject not so much the eulogy of the the glow of purest and fondest emoe dead, as the benefit of the living; tion, that throbbed se wildly, that and was a tribute of warmest affec- foreboded so darkly, that loved so tion, not the offering of heartless tenderly--is quiet as the turf that Sostentation,
coldly wraps it. , sol i 9413 24 1
ali On a small eminence, a few yards The clanking monotone of the to the right, stood the little yew-tree church-yard gate, swinging to and of which, on his death-bed, he spoke fro on its worn hinges, warned me 3 with such deep and animated feeling of an intruder. It was poor Joseph
wat was fresh and green, and the the sexton--a feeble, grey-headed, gentle zephyr sighed as it swept infirm, old man; who, even in the through its foliage. The setting winter of his days, seemed to possun was half buried in the horizon, sess the spirit and vivacity of spring and his shorn beams fell obliquely --not that he was (as many of his hon this interesting little mound calling are) devoid of feeling ; but, thus too he shone upon their earliest possessing that generous warm-heartvows, then it was in the spring, ed disposition that glows at the hapwhen all nature seemed bursting in p piness of another, he had never been to life, and all in unison ;-the bud- long without catching the spirit of ding trees—the verdant turf- the sympathy from some blest companion
or acquaintance, when there was nothe southern winds spoke with one thing in his own circumstances to general voice of future bliss --- but call forth his feelings of exhilaration; not
been something omi fallen to him,' for the most part, nous in the situation : it was a fool " in pleasant places," if he had not ish earth is a field of graves met with much in his career to ele
vate him, he had experienced little human dust. iuf Now, the same peace to depress him. He was the chroniwas written on the face of nature; cler of the village---reputed a calcubut it appeared more like the peace lator of destinies, caster of births, of death than the quiet harmony of watcher on St. Mark's eve, and was blest existence. The sear and yellow generally supposed to be aware of leaves fled, one by one, in silence to the deaths and marriages of the comthe ground ;-the brown enclosures ing year, it was even currently reof late gathered corn---the chilly air ported he kept a register, that took a as the leaves of various flowers wi- prospective view of these important thered and strown---the desolation occurrences, 1164916 blu that was creeping over all-only Anxious to learn somethingo.conthe yew-tree, with its graves beneath, cerving the fate of Marianne. I stepwas still the same.
edhor ped towards him, and entered into I thought on the youth who slept conversation. “ Yours is a rural beneath my feet-on the quiet repose plot of ground--a place which,
after he now enjoyed---and I could not all the storms of life, the proud and but contrast the tumultuous tenor of the ambitious might (wells comethis bustling life with the stillness of where the melancholy and plaintive his grave-his melancholy presenti- heart might desire to be laid, and ments have now met their sad reali- calmly sleep the_sleep of death!' that heart which
Ayels was -* few months ago was wildly agitated "we've a pretty bit of ground enough with gloomy doubts and fears, is at ---and many's the weary heart that rest now---the mightiest waves of sleeps soundly under it. I've known human weal or woe sweep over it in some in my days,” continued he, hiş
That the foe and the us lonely pillow, sometimes go back to the man
grey locks trembling as the spake, it' at the head, singing, a, plaintive * Ivler known some in thy aafs that "Hymn—she sat and talked crept have found a doftet pallow here
near unobserved, and heard her
You sayingsing the wormenaway knew Lieutenant W. H. said i. --they will not feed on thee--but “Ah! poor fellow! but I shall know listen to my song--the rosesaulilies-him no morezi-and that's a 'sorrow harebells---rosemary, and flowers and I did sometimes think, wben I should herbs of every scent and hue, all die die and leave old Margaret, he was for sorrow on thy graye--the sun the man that Providence sent to be looks mournfully upon it--and dirges friend her--it seems like a dream--- sound in every whispering breeze here am I,erawling among the graves
I go--oh! that I could but, might of my tjuniors---every stone, as it but die die now, and sleep in peace stares me in the face, seems so say,
beside thee-no---I must not---on the what art thou doing above ground? Lusian sands my charnel house must and I often fancy, I am but like a be’---she then turned quickly, round, laté watcher, that should have been and, seeing me, fainted and fell across sleeping in the dust of the earth the mound---next day they set out, long before now." There is a dispo- she and her mother---and three weeks sition in the heart of the mourner, ago her mother came home, Marianne that seeks to identify itself with the died the day they arrived at Lisbon" sorrows of others; and, under the ---“What!" exclaimed I, the beauimpulse of this disposition, poor Jo tiful-the lovely-the accomplished seph wound into the story of the
Marianne gone to the grave of true fate of William his own griefs. rest
WV “But Marianne,” continued I, “ does she still reside at -
6 Where never, never, care of
Shall reach her innocent heart again." "She! poor dear creature ! no--no ---not now.' « She used to Methought I could flee the humevery night and sit where you are ble spot of earth, that contained all sitting- but she never wept-.--there that remains of that youngx guiltfor hours would she sit and gaze on less, but wretched creature, or The that little hillock ---I've watched her lines of our immortal bard power many, a time I tried at first to con fully pressed themselves on my mind. sole her, but she sighed so heartbrokenly thought she did not like « And we thought as we bollow'a bis it , so I never after spoke to her
*** narrow bed, she would have stayed all night if
And sitooth'd down his they had not come for her, and when
should she went she would turn at every
945 tread o'er his head,"12016 two or three steps and look, and to And we far away on the billow:1, 10
grave "Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's again, and then”--the tear rolled
20 si bawozy 3d down the furrows of his aged cheek -- he paused a moment-us and there But she shall not hear them she
021,9190199 361 3a kneeling down and kissing the turf, shall not heed them-her spirit hath would afterwards rise and suffer her- entered into its rest beyond the self to be led home. I remember,” Alight of human hope and fear; and continued he, “ I shall never forget the tear and the joy, and the sigh the last time; she was to set out for and the smile of this world
o more Lisbon the next day-shecame alone, disturb her sweet repose, than the and not as before, in deep mourning, surges of ocean the face of the sky, but all in white-on entering the 3. Poor Marianne !" exclaimed the church-yard, she looked around to see sexton, Poor Marianne sighed that there were no observers--having 1-even sullen echo seemed to sym. spent some time in strewing flowers pathize, and softly whispered, Poor round the grave -- she knelt and Marianne !"
DES seemed to pray; then, taking some
J.R. W. rosemary from her bosom; she placed fuktig i vindim 25W 036
in ripenisi bien et Jule yolda
My Rosaline, while far from thee,
All day, all night, alas! I mourn.
Are vanislied, never to return.
No more shall empire boast o'er me;
'Tis only when I think on thee.
Nor more Louisa's beauty see ;
My Rosaline, as I've lov'd thee.
I've always thought the fairest too.
Preparing now thy love to crown;
The happiest husband ever known.
Oh, that he had this heart of mine!
And feel the bliss of being thine!
To fond desires I'll yield no more;
He, for each age, has joys in store.
To make one true enjoyment mine;
Less happy far, sweet girl! than thine.