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tales for fifteen-第8章

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it would be a fruitless task to include all the scenes
of his danger and his glory。 Thanks to the kind
fates which shield the lives of the brave; he yet
lives to adore my Julia。 That you may be as happy
as you deserve; and happier than your heart…
stricken friend; is the constant prayer of your
ANNA。〃

〃P。 S。 Write me soon; and make my very best
respects to your excellent aunt。 It was laughable
enough that Charles Weston should be afraid of a
flash of lightning。 I mentioned it to Antonio; who
cried; while manly indignation clouded his brow;
'chill penury repressed his noble rage; and froze the
genial current of the soul。' However; say nothing to
Charles about it; I charge you。〃

{Highlands = the Hudson Highlands; a mountainous
region in Putnam and Dutchess Counties; through
which the Hudson River passes in a deep and
picturesque gorge; Eolus = God of the winds;
Boreas = God of the North wind; Seneca = one of
the Finger Lakes in central New York State; Grecian
king = both the Senecas of antiquity; the
rhetorician (54 BC…39 AD) and his son the
philosopher/statesman (4 BC…65 AD); were; of
course; Romansin any case; Lake Seneca is named
after the Seneca nation of the Iroquois Indians;
Park…Place = already in 1816 a fashionable street in
lower Manhattan; Chippewa = an American army
defeated the British at Chippewa; in Canada near
Niagara Falls; on July 5; 1814; Lawrence = Captain
James (〃Don't give up the ship!〃) Lawrence (1781…
1813) of the U。S。 Frigate Chesapeake was killed on
June 1; 1813; as his ship was captured by H。M。S。
Shannon outside Boston harbor; Marengo = battle
won by Napoleon against the Austrians on June 14;
1800〃Antonio's〃 military career was truly an
amazing one!; pluck honor。。。。 = slightly misquoted
from Shakespeare; 〃King Henry IV; Part I;〃 Act I;
Scene 3; line 202; chill penury。。。。 = slightly
misquoted from Thomas Gray; 〃Elegy in a Country
Churchyard〃 verse 13}

Julia fairly gasped for breath as she read this
epistle: her very soul was entranced by the song。
Whatever of seeming contradiction there might be
in the letter of her friend; her active mind soon
reconciled。 She was now really beloved; and in a
manner most grateful to her heartby the sole
power of sympathy and congenial feelings。
Whatever might be the adoration of Edward
Stanley; it was more than equalled by the
admiration of this amiable girl。 Her very soul
seemed to her to be devoted to his worship; she
thought of him constantly; and pictured out his
various distresses and dangers; she wept at his
sufferings; and rejoiced in his prosperityand all
this in the short space of one hour。 Julia was yet in
the midst of this tumult of feeling; when another
letter was placed in her hands; and on opening it
she read as follows:

〃Dear Julia;

〃I should have remembered my promise; and come
out and spent a week with you; had not one of
Mary's little boys been quite sick; of course I went
to her until he recovered。 But if you will ask aunt
Margaret to send for me; I will come tomorrow with
great pleasure; for I am sure you must find it
solitary; now Miss Miller has left you。 Tell aunt to
send by the servant a list of such books as she
wants from Goodrich's; and I will get them for her;
or indeed any thing else that I can do for her or
you。 Give my love to aunt; and tell her that;
knowing her eyes are beginning to fail; I have
worked her a cap; which I shall bring with me。
Mamma desires her love to you both; and believe
me to be affectionately your cousin;
KATHERINE EMMERSON。〃

This was well enough; but as it was merely a letter
of business; one perusal; and that a somewhat
hasty one; was sufficient。 Julia loved its writer
more than she suspected herself; but there was
nothing in her manner or character that seemed
calculated to excite strong emotion。 In short; all
her excellences were so evident that nothing was
left dependent on innate evidence; and our heroine
seldom dwelt with pleasure on any character that
did not give a scope to her imagination。 In
whatever light she viewed the conduct or
disposition of her cousin; she was met by obstinate
facts that admitted of no cavil nor of any
exaggeration。

Turning quickly; therefore; from this barren
contemplation to one better suited to her
inclinations; Julia's thoughts resumed the agreeable
reverie from which she had been awakened。 She
also could paint; and after twenty trials she at
length sketched an outline of the figure of a man
that answered to Anna's description; and satisfied
her own eye。 Without being conscious of the theft;
she had copied from a print of the Apollo; and
clothed it in the uniform which Bonaparte is said to
have worn。 A small scar was traced on the cheek in
such a manner that although it might be fancied as
the ravages of a bullet; it admirably answered all
the purposes of a dimple。 Two epaulettes graced
the shoulders of the hero; and before the picture
was done; although it was somewhat at variance
with republican principles; an aristocratical star
glittered on its breast。 Had he his birth…right;
thought Julia; it would be there in reality; and this
idea amply justified the innovation。 To this image;
which it took several days to complete; certain
verses were addressed also; but they were never
submitted to the confidence of her friend。 The
whole subject was now beginning to be too sacred
even for such a communication; and as the mind of
Julia every hour became more entranced with its
new master; her delicacy shrunk from an exposure
of her weakness: it was getting too serious for the
light compositions of epistolary correspondence。

We furnish a copy of the lines; as they me not only
indicative of her feelings; but may give the reader
some idea of the powers of her imagination。

〃Beloved image of a god…like mind;
〃In sacred privacy thy power I feel;
〃What bright perfection in thy form's combin'd!
〃How sure to injure; and how kind to heal。

〃Thine eagle eye bedazzles e'en the brain;
〃Thy gallant brow bespeaks the front of Jove;
〃While smiles enchant me; tears in torrents rain;
〃And each seductive charm impels to love。

〃Ah! hapless maid; why daring dost thou prove
〃The hidden dangers of the urchin's dart;
〃Why fix thine eye on this; the god of love;
〃And heedless think thee to retain thy heart!〃

This was but one of fifty similar effusions; in which
Julia poured forth her soul。 The flame was kept
alive by frequent letters from her friend; in all of
which she dwelt with rapture on the moment of
their re…union; and never failed to mention Antonio
in a manner that added new fuel to the fire that
already began to consume Julia; and; in some
degree; to undermine her health; at least she
thought so。

In the mean time Katherine Emmerson paid her
promised visit to her friends; and our heroine was
in some degree drawn from her musings on love
and friendship。 The manners of this young lady
were conspicuously natural; she had a confirmed
habit of calling things by their right names; and
never dwelt in the least in superlatives。 Her
affections seemed centered in the members of her
own family; nor had she ever given Julia the least
reason to belie
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