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  THE CURIOUS BOOK

  COMPLETE

  (The foregoing review of the great work of G. Ragsdale McClintock isliberally illuminated with sample extracts, but these cannot appease theappetite. Only the complete book, unabridged, can do that. Therefore itis here printed.--M.T.)

  THE ENEMY CONQUERED; OR, LOVE TRIUMPHANT

  Sweet girl, thy smiles are full of charms,

  Thy voice is sweeter still,

  It fills the breast with fond alarms,

  Echoed by every rill.

  I begin this little work with an eulogy upon woman, who has ever beendistinguished for her perseverance, her constancy, and her devotedattention to those upon whom she has been pleased to place her_affections_. Many have been the themes upon which writers and publicspeakers have dwelt with intense and increasing interest. Among thesedelightful themes stands that of woman, the balm to all our sighs anddisappointments, and the most pre-eminent of all other topics. Here thepoet and orator have stood and gazed with wonder and with admiration;they have dwelt upon her innocence, the ornament of all her virtues.First viewing her external charms, such as set forth in her form andbenevolent countenance, and then passing to the deep hidden springs ofloveliness and disinterested devotion. In every clime, and in every age,she has been the pride of her _nation_. Her watchfulness is untiring;she who guarded the sepulcher was the first to approach it, and the lastto depart from its awful yet sublime scene. Even here, in this highlyfavored land, we look to her for the security of our institutions, andfor our future greatness as a nation. But, strange as it may appear,woman's charms and virtues are but slightly appreciated by thousands.Those who should raise the standard of female worth, and paint her valuewith her virtues, in living colors, upon the banners that are fanned bythe zephyrs of heaven, and hand them down to posterity as emblematicalof a rich inheritance, do not properly estimate them.

  Man is not sensible, at all times, of the nature and the emotions whichbear that name; he does not understand, he will not comprehend; hisintelligence has not expanded to that degree of glory which drinks inthe vast revolution of humanity, its end, its mighty destination, andthe causes which operated, and are still operating, to produce amore elevated station, and the objects which energize and enliven itsconsummation. This he is a stranger to; he is not aware that woman isthe recipient of celestial love, and that man is dependent upon herto perfect his character; that without her, philosophically and trulyspeaking, the brightest of his intelligence is but the coldness of awinter moon, whose beams can produce no fruit, whose solar light is notits own, but borrowed from the great dispenser of effulgent beauty. Wehave no disposition in the world to flatter the fair sex, we would raisethem above those dastardly principles which only exist in little souls,contracted hearts, and a distracted brain. Often does she unfold herselfin all her fascinating loveliness, presenting the most captivatingcharms; yet we find man frequently treats such purity of purpose withindifference. Why does he do it? Why does he baffle that which isinevitably the source of his better days? Is he so much of a strangerto those excellent qualities as not to appreciate woman, as not to haverespect to her dignity? Since her art and beauty first captivated man,she has been his delight and his comfort; she has shared alike in hismisfortunes and in his prosperity.

  Whenever the billows of adversity and the tumultuous waves of troublebeat high, her smiles subdue their fury. Should the tear of sorrow andthe mournful sigh of grief interrupt the peace of his mind, her voiceremoves them all, and she bends from her circle to encourage him onward.When darkness would obscure his mind, and a thick cloud of gloom wouldbewilder its operations, her intelligent eye darts a ray of streaminglight into his heart. Mighty and charming is that disinterested devotionwhich she is ever ready to exercise toward man, not waiting tillthe last moment of his danger, but seeks to relieve him in his earlyafflictions. It gushes forth from the expansive fullness of a tender anddevoted heart, where the noblest, the purest, and the most elevated andrefined feelings are matured and developed in those many kind officeswhich invariably make her character.

  In the room of sorrow and sickness, this unequaled characteristicmay always been seen, in the performance of the most charitable acts;nothing that she can do to promote the happiness of him who she claimsto be her protector will be omitted; all is invigorated by the animatingsunbeams which awaken the heart to songs of gaiety. Leaving this point,to notice another prominent consideration, which is generally one ofgreat moment and of vital importance. Invariably she is firm and steadyin all her pursuits and aims. There is required a combination of forcesand extreme opposition to drive her from her position; she takes herstand, not to be moved by the sound of Apollo's lyre or the curved bowof pleasure.

  Firm and true to what she undertakes, and that which she requires byher own aggrandizement, and regards as being within the strict rules ofpropriety, she will remain stable and unflinching to the last. A moregenuine principle is not to be found in the most determined, resoluteheart of man. For this she deserves to be held in the highestcommendation, for this she deserves the purest of all other blessings,and for this she deserves the most laudable reward of all others. It isa noble characteristic and is worthy of imitation of any age. And whenwe look at it in one particular aspect, it is still magnified, and growsbrighter and brighter the more we reflect upon its eternal duration.What will she not do, when her word as well as her affections and _love_are pledged to her lover? Everything that is dear to her on earth,all the hospitalities of kind and loving parents, all the sincerity andloveliness of sisters, and the benevolent devotion of brothers, who havesurrounded her with every comfort; she will forsake them all, quit theharmony and sweet sound of the lute and the harp, and throw herself uponthe affections of some devoted admirer, in whom she fondly hopes tofind more than she has left behind, which is not often realized by many.Truth and virtue all combined! How deserving our admiration and love! Ahcruel would it be in man, after she has thus manifested such an unshakenconfidence in him, and said by her determination to abandon all theendearments and blandishments of home, to act a villainous part, andprove a traitor in the revolution of his mission, and then turn Hectorover the innocent victim whom he swore to protect, in the presence ofHeaven, recorded by the pen of an angel.

  Striking as this trait may unfold itself in her character, and aspre-eminent as it may stand among the fair display of her otherqualities, yet there is another, which struggles into existence, andadds an additional luster to what she already possesses. I mean thatdisposition in woman which enables her, in sorrow, in grief, and indistress, to bear all with enduring patience. This she has done, andcan and will do, amid the din of war and clash of arms. Scenes andoccurrences which, to every appearance, are calculated to rend the heartwith the profoundest emotions of trouble, do not fetter that exaltedprinciple imbued in her very nature. It is true, her tender and feelingheart may often be moved (as she is thus constituted), but she is notconquered, she has not given up to the harlequin of disappointments, herenergies have not become clouded in the last movement of misfortune, butshe is continually invigorated by the archetype of her affections. Shemay bury her face in her hands, and let the tear of anguish roll, shemay promenade the delightful walks of some garden, decorated with allthe flowers of nature, or she may steal out along some gently ripplingstream, and there, as the silver waters uninterruptedly move forward,shed her silent tears; they mingle with the waves, and take a lastfarewell of their agitated home, to seek a peaceful dwelling amongthe rolling floods; yet there is a voice rushing from her breast,that proclaims _victory _along the whole line and battlement of heraffections. That voice is the voice of patience and resignation; thatvoice is one that bears everything calmly and dispassionately, amid themost distressing scenes; when the fates are arrayed against her peace,and apparently plotting for her destruction, still she is resigned.

  Woman's affections are deep, consequently her troubles may be made tosink deep. Although you may not be able to mark the traces of her griefand the furrowi
ngs of her anguish upon her winning countenance, yet beassured they are nevertheless preying upon her inward person, sappingthe very foundation of that heart which alone was made for the weal andnot the woe of man. The deep recesses of the soul are fields for theiroperation. But they are not destined simply to take the regions ofthe heart for their dominion, they are not satisfied merely withinterrupting her better feelings; but after a while you may see theblooming cheek beginning to droop and fade, her intelligent eye nolonger sparkles with the starry light of heaven, her vibrating pulselong since changed its regular motion, and her palpitating bosom beatsonce more for the midday of her glory. Anxiety and care ultimately throwher into the arms of the haggard and grim monster death. But, oh, howpatient, under every pining influence! Let us view the matter in boldercolors; see her when the dearest object of her affections recklesslyseeks every bacchanalian pleasure, contents himself with the lastrubbish of creation. With what solicitude she awaits his return! Sleepfails to perform its office--she weeps while the nocturnal shades of thenight triumph in the stillness. Bending over some favorite book, whilstthe author throws before her mind the most beautiful imagery, shestartles at every sound. The midnight silence is broken by the solemnannouncement of the return of another morning. He is still absent; shelistens for that voice which has so often been greeted by the melodiesof her own; but, alas! stern silence is all that she receives for hervigilance.

  Mark her unwearied watchfulness, as the night passes away. At last,brutalized by the accursed thing, he staggers along with rage, and,shivering with cold, he makes his appearance. Not a murmur is heard fromher lips. On the contrary, she meets him with a smile--she caresses himwith tender arms, with all the gentleness and softness of her sex. Here,then, is seen her disposition, beautifully arrayed. Woman, thou art moreto be admired than the spicy gales of Arabia, and more sought for thanthe gold of Golconda. We believe that Woman should associate freely withman, and we believe that it is for the preservation of her rights. Sheshould become acquainted with the metaphysical designs of those whocondescended to sing the siren song of flattery. This, we think, shouldbe according to the unwritten law of decorum, which is stamped uponevery innocent heart. The precepts of prudery are often steeped in theguilt of contamination, which blasts the expectations of better moments.Truth, and beautiful dreams--loveliness, and delicacy of character, withcherished affections of the ideal woman--gentle hopes and aspirations,are enough to uphold her in the storms of darkness, without thetransferred colorings of a stained sufferer. How often have we seen itin our public prints, that woman occupies a false station in the world!and some have gone so far as to say it was an unnatural one. So long hasshe been regarded a weak creature, by the rabble and illiterate--theyhave looked upon her as an insufficient actress on the great stage ofhuman life--a mere puppet, to fill up the drama of human existence--athoughtless, inactive being--that she has too often come to the sameconclusion herself, and has sometimes forgotten her high destination, inthe meridian of her glory. We have but little sympathy or patience forthose who treat her as a mere Rosy Melindi--who are always fishing forpretty complements--who are satisfied by the gossamer of Romance,and who can be allured by the verbosity of high-flown words, rich inlanguage, but poor and barren in sentiment. Beset, as she has been, bythe intellectual vulgar, the selfish, the designing, the cunning, thehidden, and the artful--no wonder she has sometimes folded her wingsin despair, and forgotten her _heavenly _mission in the delirium ofimagination; no wonder she searches out some wild desert, to find apeaceful home. But this cannot always continue. A new era is movinggently onward, old things are rapidly passing away; old superstitions,old prejudices, and old notions are now bidding farewell to their oldassociates and companions, and giving way to one whose wings are plumedwith the light of heaven and tinged by the dews of the morning. Thereis a remnant of blessedness that clings to her in spite of all evilinfluence, there is enough of the Divine Master left to accomplish thenoblest work ever achieved under the canopy of the vaulted skies; andthat time is fast approaching, when the picture of the true woman willshine from its frame of glory, to captivate, to win back, to restore,and to call into being once more, _the object of her mission_.

  Star of the brave! thy glory shed, O'er all the earth, thy army led--Bold meteor of immortal birth! Why come from Heaven to dwell on Earth?

  Mighty and glorious are the days of youth; happy the moments of the_lover_, mingled with smiles and tears of his devoted, and long to beremembered are the achievements which he gains with a palpitating heartand a trembling hand. A bright and lovely dawn, the harbinger of a fairand prosperous day, had arisen over the beautiful little villageof Cumming, which is surrounded by the most romantic scenery in theCherokee country. Brightening clouds seemed to rise from the mist ofthe fair Chattahoochee, to spread their beauty over the thick forest, toguide the hero whose bosom beats with aspirations to conquer the enemythat would tarnish his name, and to win back the admiration of hislong-tried friend. He endeavored to make his way through Sawney'sMountain, where many meet to catch the gales that are continuallyblowing for the refreshment of the stranger and the traveler. Surroundedas he was by hills on every side, naked rocks dared the efforts of hisenergies. Soon the sky became overcast, the sun buried itself in theclouds, and the fair day gave place to gloomy twilight, which layheavily on the Indian Plains. He remembered an old Indian Castle, thatonce stood at the foot of the mountain. He thought if he could make hisway to this, he would rest contented for a short time. The mountainair breathed fragrance--a rosy tinge rested on the glassy waters thatmurmured at its base. His resolution soon brought him to the remains ofthe red man's hut: he surveyed with wonder and astonishment the decayedbuilding, which time had buried in the dust, and thought to himself,his happiness was not yet complete. Beside the shore of the brook sata young man, about eighteen or twenty, who seemed to be reading somefavorite book, and who had a remarkably noble countenance--eyes whichbetrayed more than a common mind. This of course made the youth awelcome guest, and gained him friends in whatever condition of life hemight be placed. The traveler observed that he was a well-built figure,which showed strength and grace in every movement. He accordinglyaddressed him in quite a gentlemanly manner, and inquired of him the wayto the village. After he had received the desired information, and wasabout taking his leave, the youth said, "Are you not Major Elfonzo, thegreat musician--the champion of a noble cause--the modern Achilles, whogained so many victories in the Florida War?" "I bear that name,"said the Major, "and those titles, trusting at the same time that theministers of grace will carry me triumphantly through all my laudableundertakings, and if," continued the Major, "you, sir, are thepatronizer of noble deeds, I should like to make you my confidant andlearn your address." The youth looked somewhat amazed, bowed low, musedfor a moment, and began: "My name is Roswell. I have been recentlyadmitted to the bar, and can only give a faint outline of my futuresuccess in that honorable profession; but I trust, sir, like the Eagle,I shall look down from lofty rocks upon the dwellings of man, and shallever be ready to give you any assistance in my official capacity, andwhatever this muscular arm of mine can do, whenever it shall be calledfrom its buried _greatness_." The Major grasped him by the hand, andexclaimed: "O! thou exalted spirit of inspiration--thou flame of burningprosperity, may the Heaven-directed blaze be the glare of thy soul, andbattle down every rampart that seems to impede your progress!"

  The road which led to the town presented many attractions. Elfonzo hadbid farewell to the youth of deep feeling, and was now wending his wayto the dreaming spot of his fondness. The south winds whistled throughthe woods, as the waters dashed against the banks, as rapid fire in thepent furnace roars. This brought him to remember while alone, that hequietly left behind the hospitality of a father's house, and gladlyentered the world, with higher hopes than are often realized. But as hejourneyed onward, he was mindful of the advice of his father, who hadoften looked sadly on the ground when tears of cruelly deceived hopemoistened his eye. Elfonzo had been s
omewhat of a dutiful son; yet fondof the amusements of life--had been in distant lands--had enjoyed thepleasure of the world and had frequently returned to the scenes ofhis boyhood, almost destitute of many of the comforts of life. In thiscondition, he would frequently say to his father, "Have I offended you,that you look upon me as a stranger, and frown upon me with stinginglooks? Will you not favor me with the sound of your voice? If I havetrampled upon your veneration, or have spread a humid veil of darknessaround your expectations, send me back into the world where no heartbeats for me--where the foot of man has never yet trod; but give me atleast one kind word--allow me to come into the presence sometimes ofthy winter-worn locks." "Forbid it, Heaven, that I should be angry withthee," answered the father, "my son, and yet I send thee back to thechildren of the world--to the cold charity of the combat, and to aland of victory. I read another destiny in thy countenance--I learnthy inclinations from the flame that has already kindled in my soul astrange sensation. It will seek thee, my dear _Elfonzo_, it will findthee--thou canst not escape that lighted torch, which shall blot outfrom the remembrance of men a long train of prophecies which they haveforetold against thee. I once thought not so. Once, I was blind; but nowthe path of life is plain before me, and my sight is clear; yet Elfonzo,return to thy worldly occupation--take again in thy hand that chordof sweet sounds--struggle with the civilized world, and with your ownheart; fly swiftly to the enchanted ground--let the night-_owl_ send forthits screams from the stubborn oak--let the sea sport upon the beach, andthe stars sing together; but learn of these, Elfonzo, thy doom, andthy hiding-place. Our most innocent as well as our most lawful _desires_must often be denied us, that we may learn to sacrifice them to aHigher will."

  Remembering such admonitions with gratitude, Elfonzo was immediatelyurged by the recollection of his father's family to keep moving. Hissteps became quicker and quicker--he hastened through the _piny _woods,dark as the forest was, and with joy he very soon reached the littlevillage of repose, in whose bosom rested the boldest chivalry. His closeattention to every important object--his modest questions about whateverwas new to him--his reverence for wise old age, and his ardent desire tolearn many of the fine arts, soon brought him into respectable notice.

  One mild winter day as he walked along the streets toward the Academy,which stood upon a small eminence, surrounded by native growth--somevenerable in its appearance, others young and prosperous--all seemedinviting, and seemed to be the very place for learning as well as forgenius to spend its research beneath its spreading shades. He enteredits classic walls in the usual mode of southern manners. The principalof the Institution begged him to be seated and listen to the recitationsthat were going on. He accordingly obeyed the request, and seemed tobe much pleased. After the school was dismissed, and the young heartsregained their freedom, with the songs of the evening, laughing at theanticipated pleasures of a happy home, while others tittered at theactions of the past day, he addressed the teacher in a tone thatindicated a resolution--with an undaunted mind. He said he haddetermined to become a student, if he could meet with his approbation."Sir," said he, "I have spent much time in the world. I have traveledamong the uncivilized inhabitants of America. I have met with friends,and combated with foes; but none of these gratify my ambition, or decidewhat is to be my destiny. I see the learned would have an influencewith the voice of the people themselves. The despoilers of the remotestkingdoms of the earth refer their differences to this class of persons.This the illiterate and inexperienced little dream of; and now if youwill receive me as I am, with these deficiencies--with all my misguidedopinions, I will give you my honor, sir, that I will never disgrace theInstitution, or those who have placed you in this honorable station."The instructor, who had met with many disappointments, knew how tofeel for a stranger who had been thus turned upon the charities of anunfeeling community. He looked at him earnestly, and said: "Be ofgood cheer--look forward, sir, to the high destination you may attain.Remember, the more elevated the mark at which you aim, the more sure,the more glorious, the more magnificent the prize." From wonder towonder, his encouragement led the impatient listener. A strange naturebloomed before him--giant streams promised him success--gardens ofhidden treasures opened to his view. All this, so vividly described,seemed to gain a new witchery from his glowing fancy.

  In 1842 he entered the class, and made rapid progress in the Englishand Latin departments. Indeed, he continued advancing with such rapiditythat he was like to become the first in his class, and made suchunexpected progress, and was so studious, that he had almost forgottenthe pictured saint of his affections. The fresh wreaths of the pine andcypress had waited anxiously to drop once more the dews of Heavens uponthe heads of those who had so often poured forth the tender emotions oftheir souls under its boughs. He was aware of the pleasure that he hadseen there. So one evening, as he was returning from his reading, heconcluded he would pay a visit to this enchanting spot. Little did hethink of witnessing a shadow of his former happiness, though no doubthe wished it might be so. He continued sauntering by the roadside,meditating on the past. The nearer he approached the spot, the moreanxious he became. At the moment a tall female figure flitted across hispath, with a bunch of roses in her hand; her countenance showed uncommonvivacity, with a resolute spirit; her ivory teeth already appeared asshe smiled beautifully, promenading--while her ringlets of hair dangledunconsciously around her snowy neck. Nothing was wanting to completeher beauty. The tinge of the rose was in full bloom upon her cheek; thecharms of sensibility and tenderness were always her associates.. InAmbulinia's bosom dwelt a noble soul--one that never faded--one thatnever was conquered. Her heart yielded to no feeling but the love ofElfonzo, on whom she gazed with intense delight, and to whom she feltherself more closely bound, because he sought the hand of no other.Elfonzo was roused from his apparent reverie. His books no longer werehis inseparable companions--his thoughts arrayed themselves to encouragehim in the field of victory. He endeavored to speak to his supposedAmbulinia, but his speech appeared not in words. No, his effort was astream of fire, that kindled his soul into a flame of admiration, andcarried his senses away captive. Ambulinia had disappeared, to make himmore mindful of his duty. As she walked speedily away through thepiny woods she calmly echoed: "O! Elfonzo, thou wilt now look fromthy sunbeams. Thou shalt now walk in a new path--perhaps thy way leadsthrough darkness; but fear not, the stars foretell happiness."

  Not many days afterward, as surrounded by fragrant flowers she sat oneevening at twilight, to enjoy the cool breeze that whispered notes ofmelody along the distant groves, the little birds perched on everyside, as if to watch the movements of their new visitor. The bells weretolling when Elfonzo silently stole along by the wild wood flowers,holding in his hand his favorite instrument of music--his eyecontinually searching for Ambulinia, who hardly seemed to perceive him,as she played carelessly with the songsters that hopped from branch tobranch. Nothing could be more striking than the difference between thetwo. Nature seemed to have given the more tender soul to Elfonzo, andthe stronger and more courageous to Ambulinia. A deep feeling spoke fromthe eyes of Elfonzo--such a feeling as can only be expressed by thosewho are blessed as admirers, and by those who are able to return thesame with sincerity of heart. He was a few years older than Ambulinia:she had turned a little into her seventeenth. He had almost grown upin the Cherokee country, with the same equal proportions as one of thenatives. But little intimacy had existed between them until the yearforty-one--because the youth felt that the character of such a lovelygirl was too exalted to inspire any other feeling than that of quietreverence. But as lovers will not always be insulted, at all times andunder all circumstances, by the frowns and cold looks of crabbed oldage, which should continually reflect dignity upon those around, andtreat unfortunate as well as the fortunate with a graceful mien, hecontinued to use diligence and perseverance. All this lighted a sparkin his heart that changed his whole character, and like the unyieldingDeity that follows the storm to check its rage in the forest, heresolv
es for the first time to shake off his embarrassment and returnwhere he had before only worshiped.

  It could not escape Ambulinia's penetrating eye that he sought aninterview with her, which she as anxiously avoided, and assumed a moredistant calmness than before, seemingly to destroy all hope. After manyefforts and struggles with his own person, with timid steps the Majorapproached the damsel, with the same caution as he would have done ina field of battle. "Lady Ambulinia," said he, trembling, "I havelong desired a moment like this. I dare not let it escape. I fear theconsequences; yet I hope your indulgence will at least hear my petition.Can you not anticipate what I would say, and what I am about to express?Will not you, like Minerva, who sprung from the brain of Jupiter,release me from thy winding chains or cure me--" "Say no more, Elfonzo,"answered Ambulinia, with a serious look, raising her hand as if sheintended to swear eternal hatred against the whole world; "anotherlady in my place would have perhaps answered your question in bittercoldness. I know not the little arts of my sex. I care but little forthe vanity of those who would chide me, and am unwilling as well asshamed to be guilty of anything that would lead you to think 'all is notgold that glitters'; so be not rash in your resolution. It is betterto repent now than to do it in a more solemn hour. Yes, I know what youwould say. I know you have a costly gift for me--the noblest that mancan make--_your heart!_ you should not offer it to one so unworthy.Heaven, you know, has allowed my father's house to be made a house ofsolitude, a home of silent obedience, which my parents say is more tobe admired than big names and high-sounding titles. Notwithstanding allthis, let me speak the emotions of an honest heart; allow me to say inthe fullness of my hopes that I anticipate better days. The bird maystretch its wings toward the sun, which it can never reach; and flowersof the field appear to ascend in the same direction, because they cannotdo otherwise; but man confides his complaints to the saints in whom hebelieves; for in their abodes of light they know no more sorrow. Fromyour confession and indicative looks, I must be that person; if so,deceive not yourself."

  Elfonzo replied, "Pardon me, my dear madam, for my frankness. I haveloved you from my earliest days; everything grand and beautiful hathborne the image of Ambulinia; while precipices on every hand surroundedme, your _guardian angel_ stood and beckoned me away from the deepabyss. In every trial, in every misfortune, I have met with your helpinghand; yet I never dreamed or dared to cherish thy love till a voiceimpaired with age encouraged the cause, and declared they who acquiredthy favor should win a victory. I saw how Leos worshipped thee. I feltmy own unworthiness. I began to _know jealousy_--a strong guest, indeed,in my bosom--yet I could see if I gained your admiration Leos was to bemy rival. I was aware that he had the influence of your parents, and thewealth of a deceased relative, which is too often mistaken for permanentand regular tranquillity; yet I have determined by your permissionto beg an interest in your prayers--to ask you to animate my droopingspirits by your smiles and your winning looks; for if you but speak Ishall be conqueror, my enemies shall stagger like Olympus shakes. Andthough earth and sea may tremble, and the charioteer of the sun mayforget his dashing steed, yet I am assured that it is only to arm mewith divine weapons which will enable me to complete my long-triedintention."

  "Return to your self, Elfonzo," said Ambulinia, pleasantly; "a dreamof vision has disturbed your intellect; you are above the atmosphere,dwelling in the celestial regions; nothing is there that urges orhinders, nothing that brings discord into our present litigation. Ientreat you to condescend a little, and be a man, and forget it all.When Homer describes the battle of the gods and noble men fighting withgiants and dragons, they represent under this image our struggles withthe delusions of our passions. You have exalted me, an unhappy girl, tothe skies; you have called me a saint, and portrayed in your imaginationan angel in human form. Let her remain such to you, let her continue tobe as you have supposed, and be assured that she will consider a sharein your esteem as her highest treasure. Think not that I would allureyou from the path in which your conscience leads you; for you know Irespect the conscience of others, as I would die for my own. Elfonzo, ifI am worthy of thy love, let such conversation never again pass betweenus. Go, seek a nobler theme! we will seek it in the stream of time asthe sun set in the Tigris." As she spake these words she grasped thehand of Elfonzo, saying at the same time, "Peace and prosperityattend you, my hero: be up and doing!" Closing her remarks with thisexpression, she walked slowly away, leaving Elfonzo astonished andamazed. He ventured not to follow or detain her. Here he stood alone,gazing at the stars; confounded as he was, here he stood. The ripplingstream rolled on at his feet. Twilight had already begun to draw hersable mantle over the earth, and now and then the fiery smoke wouldascend from the little town which lay spread out before him. Thecitizens seemed to be full of life and good-humor; but poor Elfonzo sawnot a brilliant scene. No; his future life stood before him, stripped ofthe hopes that once adorned all his sanguine desires. "Alas!" said he,"am I now Grief's disappointed son at last." Ambulinia's image rosebefore his fancy. A mixture of ambition and greatness of soul moved uponhis young heart, and encouraged him to bear all his crosses with thepatience of a Job, notwithstanding he had to encounter with so manyobstacles. He still endeavored to prosecute his studies, and reasonablyprogressed in his education. Still, he was not content; there wassomething yet to be done before his happiness was complete. He wouldvisit his friends and acquaintances. They would invite him to socialparties, insisting that he should partake of the amusements that weregoing on. This he enjoyed tolerably well. The ladies and gentlemen weregenerally well pleased with the Major; as he delighted all with hisviolin, which seemed to have a thousand chords--more symphonious thanthe Muses of Apollo and more enchanting than the ghost of the Hills.He passed some days in the country. During that time Leos had made manycalls upon Ambulinia, who was generally received with a great deal ofcourtesy by the family. They thought him to be a young man worthy ofattention, though he had but little in his soul to attract the attentionor even win the affections of her whose graceful manners had almost madehim a slave to every bewitching look that fell from her eyes. Leos madeseveral attempts to tell her of his fair prospects--how much he lovedher, and how much it would add to his bliss if he could but think shewould be willing to share these blessings with him; but, choked by hisundertaking, he made himself more like an inactive drone than he didlike one who bowed at beauty's shrine.

  Elfonzo again wends his way to the stately walls and new-built village.He now determines to see the end of the prophesy which had been foretoldto him. The clouds burst from his sight; he believes if he can but seehis Ambulinia, he can open to her view the bloody altars that havebeen misrepresented to stigmatize his name. He knows that her breast istransfixed with the sword of reason, and ready at all times to detectthe hidden villainy of her enemies. He resolves to see her in her ownhome, with the consoling theme: "'I can but perish if I go.' Letthe consequences be what they may," said he, "if I die, it shall becontending and struggling for my own rights."

  Night had almost overtaken him when he arrived in town. Colonel Elder, anoble-hearted, high-minded, and independent man, met him at his door asusual, and seized him by the hand. "Well, Elfonzo," said the Colonel,"how does the world use you in your efforts?" "I have no objection tothe world," said Elfonzo, "but the people are rather singular in some oftheir opinions." "Aye, well," said the Colonel, "you must remember thatcreation is made up of many mysteries; just take things by the righthandle; be always sure you know which is the smooth side before youattempt your polish; be reconciled to your fate, be it what it may;and never find fault with your condition, unless your complaining willbenefit it. Perseverance is a principle that should be commendablein those who have judgment to govern it. I should never have been sosuccessful in my hunting excursions had I waited till the deer, by somemagic dream, had been drawn to the muzzle of the gun before I made anattempt to fire at the game that dared my boldness in the wild forest.The great mystery in hunting seems to be--a good marksman, a
resolutemind, a fixed determination, and my word for it, you will never returnhome without sounding your horn with the breath of a new victory. Andso with every other undertaking. Be confident that your ammunition is ofthe right kind--always pull your trigger with a steady hand, and so soonas you perceive a calm, touch her off, and the spoils are yours."

  This filled him with redoubled vigor, and he set out with a strongeranxiety than ever to the home of Ambulinia. A few short steps soonbrought him to the door, half out of breath. He rapped gently.Ambulinia, who sat in the parlor alone, suspecting Elfonzo was near,ventured to the door, opened it, and beheld the hero, who stood in anhumble attitude, bowed gracefully, and as they caught each other's looksthe light of peace beamed from the eyes of Ambulinia. Elfonzo caught theexpression; a halloo of smothered shouts ran through every vein, and forthe first time he dared to impress a kiss upon her cheek. The scene wasoverwhelming; had the temptation been less animating, he would not haveventured to have acted so contrary to the desired wish of his Ambulinia;but who could have withstood the irrestistable temptation! What societycondemns the practice but a cold, heartless, uncivilized people thatknow nothing of the warm attachments of refined society? Here the deadwas raised to his long-cherished hopes, and the lost was found. Hereall doubt and danger were buried in the vortex of oblivion; sectionaldifferences no longer disunited their opinions; like the freed bird fromthe cage, sportive claps its rustling wings, wheels about to heaven in ajoyful strain, and raises its notes to the upper sky. Ambulinia insistedupon Elfonzo to be seated, and give her a history of his unnecessaryabsence; assuring him the family had retired, consequently they wouldever remain ignorant of his visit. Advancing toward him, she gave abright display of her rosy neck, and from her head the ambrosial locksbreathed divine fragrance; her robe hung waving to his view, while shestood like a goddess confessed before him.

  "It does seem to me, my dear sir," said Ambulinia, "that you have beengone an age. Oh, the restless hours I have spent since I last saw you,in yon beautiful grove. There is where I trifled with your feelings forthe express purpose of trying your attachment for me. I now find you aredevoted; but ah! I trust you live not unguarded by the powers of Heaven.Though oft did I refuse to join my hand with thine, and as oft didI cruelly mock thy entreaties with borrowed shapes: yes, I feared toanswer thee by terms, in words sincere and undissembled. O! could Ipursue, and you have leisure to hear the annals of my woes, the eveningstar would shut Heaven's gates upon the impending day before mytale would be finished, and this night would find me soliciting yourforgiveness."

  "Dismiss thy fears and thy doubts," replied Elfonzo.

  "Look, O! look: that angelic look of thine--bathe not thy visage intears; banish those floods that are gathering; let my confession and mypresence bring thee some relief." "Then, indeed, I will be cheerful,"said Ambulinia, "and I think if we will go to the exhibition thisevening, we certainly will see something worthy of our attention. Oneof the most tragical scenes is to be acted that has ever been witnessed,and one that every jealous-hearted person should learn a lesson from. Itcannot fail to have a good effect, as it will be performed by those whoare young and vigorous, and learned as well as enticing. You are aware,Major Elfonzo, who are to appear on the stage, and what the charactersare to represent." "I am acquainted with the circumstances," repliedElfonzo, "and as I am to be one of the musicians upon that interestingoccasion, I should be much gratified if you would favor me with yourcompany during the hours of the exercises."

  "What strange notions are in your mind?" inquired Ambulinia. "Now I knowyou have something in view, and I desire you to tell me why it is thatyou are so anxious that I should continue with you while the exercisesare going on; though if you think I can add to your happiness andpredilections, I have no particular objection to acquiesce in yourrequest. Oh, I think I foresee, now, what you anticipate." "And willyou have the goodness to tell me what you think it will be?" inquiredElfonzo. "By all means," answered Ambulinia; "a rival, sir, you wouldfancy in your own mind; but let me say for you, fear not! fear not! Iwill be one of the last persons to disgrace my sex by thus encouragingevery one who may feel disposed to visit me, who may honor me with theirgraceful bows and their choicest compliments. It is true that young mentoo often mistake civil politeness for the finer emotions of the heart,which is tantamount to courtship; but, ah! how often are they deceived,when they come to test the weight of sunbeams with those on whosestrength hangs the future happiness of an untried life."

  The people were now rushing to the Academy with impatient anxiety; theband of music was closely followed by the students; then the parentsand guardians; nothing interrupted the glow of spirits which ran throughevery bosom, tinged with the songs of a Virgil and the tide of a Homer.Elfonzo and Ambulinia soon repaired to the scene, and fortunately forthem both the house was so crowded that they took their seats togetherin the music department, which was not in view of the auditory. Thisfortuitous circumstances added more the bliss of the Major than athousand such exhibitions would have done. He forgot that he was man;music had lost its charms for him; whenever he attempted to carry hispart, the string of the instrument would break, the bow became stubborn,and refused to obey the loud calls of the audience. Here, he said, wasthe paradise of his home, the long-sought-for opportunity; he felt asthough he could send a million supplications to the throne of Heaven forsuch an exalted privilege. Poor Leos, who was somewhere in the crowd,looking as attentively as if he was searching for a needle in ahaystack; here he stood, wondering to himself why Ambulinia was notthere. "Where can she be? Oh! if she was only here, how I could relishthe scene! Elfonzo is certainly not in town; but what if he is? I havegot the wealth, if I have not the dignity, and I am sure that the squireand his lady have always been particular friends of mine, and I thinkwith this assurance I shall be able to get upon the blind side of therest of the family and make the heaven-born Ambulinia the mistress ofall I possess." Then, again, he would drop his head, as if attemptingto solve the most difficult problem in Euclid. While he was thusconjecturing in his own mind, a very interesting part of the exhibitionwas going on, which called the attention of all present. The curtainsof the stage waved continually by the repelled forces that were givento them, which caused Leos to behold Ambulinia leaning upon the chairof Elfonzo. Her lofty beauty, seen by the glimmering of the chandelier,filled his heart with rapture, he knew not how to contain himself; to gowhere they were would expose him to ridicule; to continue where he was,with such an object before him, without being allowed an explanation inthat trying hour, would be to the great injury of his mental as well asof his physical powers; and, in the name of high heaven, what must hedo? Finally, he resolved to contain himself as well as he convenientlycould, until the scene was over, and then he would plant himself at thedoor, to arrest Ambulinia from the hands of the insolent Elfonzo, andthus make for himself a more prosperous field of immortality than everwas decreed by Omnipotence, or ever pencil drew or artist imagined.Accordingly he made himself sentinel, immediately after the performanceof the evening--retained his position apparently in defiance of all theworld; he waited, he gazed at every lady, his whole frame trembled; herehe stood, until everything like human shape had disappeared from theinstitution, and he had done nothing; he had failed to accomplish thatwhich he so eagerly sought for. Poor, unfortunate creature! he hadnot the eyes of an Argus, or he might have seen his Juno and Elfonzo,assisted by his friend Sigma, make their escape from the window, and,with the rapidity of a race-horse, hurry through the blast of the stormto the residence of her father, without being recognized. He did nottarry long, but assured Ambulinia the endless chain of their existencewas more closely connected than ever, since he had seen the virtuous,innocent, imploring, and the constant Amelia murdered by thejealous-hearted Farcillo, the accursed of the land.

  The following is the tragical scene, which is only introduced to showthe subject-matter that enabled Elfonzo to come to such a determinateresolution that nothing of the kind should ever dispossess him of histr
ue character, should he be so fortunate as to succeed in his presentundertaking.

  Amelia was the wife of Farcillo, and a virtuous woman; Gracia, a younglady, was her particular friend and confidant. Farcillo grew jealousof Amelia, murders her, finds out that he was deceived, _and stabshimself_. Amelia appears alone, talking to herself.

  A. Hail, ye solitary ruins of antiquity, ye sacred tombs and silentwalks! it is your aid I invoke; it is to you, my soul, wrapt in deepmediation, pours forth its prayer. Here I wander upon the stage ofmortality, since the world hath turned against me. Those whom I believedto be my friends, alas! are now my enemies, planting thorns in all mypaths, poisoning all my pleasures, and turning the past to pain. What alingering catalogue of sighs and tears lies just before me, crowdingmy aching bosom with the fleeting dream of humanity, which must shortlyterminate. And to what purpose will all this bustle of life, theseagitations and emotions of the heart have conduced, if it leave behindit nothing of utility, if it leave no traces of improvement? Can it bethat I am deceived in my conclusions? No, I see that I have nothing tohope for, but everything to fear, which tends to drive me from the walksof time.

  Oh! in this dead night, if loud winds arise,

  To lash the surge and bluster in the skies,

  May the west its furious rage display,

  Toss me with storms in the watery way.

  (Enter Gracia.)

  G. Oh, Amelia, is it you, the object of grief, the daughter of opulence,of wisdom and philosophy, that thus complaineth? It cannot be you arethe child of misfortune, speaking of the monuments of former ages, whichwere allotted not for the reflection of the distressed, but for thefearless and bold.

  A. Not the child of poverty, Gracia, or the heir of glory and peace, butof fate. Remember, I have wealth more than wit can number; I have hadpower more than kings could emcompass; yet the world seems a desert; allnature appears an afflictive spectacle of warring passions. This blindfatality, that capriciously sports with the rules and lives of mortals,tells me that the mountains will never again send forth the water oftheir springs to my thirst. Oh, that I might be freed and set at libertyfrom wretchedness! But I fear, I fear this will never be.

  G. Why, Amelia, this untimely grief? What has caused the sorrows thatbespeak better and happier days, to those lavish out such heaps ofmisery? You are aware that your instructive lessons embellish the mindwith holy truths, by wedding its attention to none but great and nobleaffections.

  A. This, of course, is some consolation. I will ever love my own specieswith feelings of a fond recollection, and while I am studying to advancethe universal philanthropy, and the spotless name of my own sex, I willtry to build my own upon the pleasing belief that I have accelerated theadvancement of one who whispers of departed confidence.

  And I, like some poor peasant fated to reside

  Remote from friends, in a forest wide.

  Oh, see what woman's woes and human wants require,

  Since that great day hath spread the seed of sinful fire.

  G. Look up, thou poor disconsolate; you speak of quitting earthlyenjoyments. Unfold thy bosom to a friend, who would be willing tosacrifice every enjoyment for the restoration of the dignity andgentleness of mind which used to grace your walks, and which is sonatural to yourself; not only that, but your paths were strewed withflowers of every hue and of every order.

  With verdant green the mountains glow,

  For thee, for thee, the lilies grow;

  Far stretched beneath the tented hills,

  A fairer flower the valley fills.

  A. Oh, would to Heaven I could give you a short narrative of myformer prospects for happiness, since you have acknowledged to be anunchangeable confidant--the richest of all other blessings. Oh, ye namesforever glorious, ye celebrated scenes, ye renowned spot of my hymenealmoments; how replete is your chart with sublime reflections! How manyprofound vows, decorated with immaculate deeds, are written upon thesurface of that precious spot of earth where I yielded up my life ofcelibacy, bade youth with all its beauties a final adieu, took a lastfarewell of the laurels that had accompanied me up the hill of myjuvenile career. It was then I began to descend toward the valley ofdisappointment and sorrow; it was then I cast my little bark upon amysterious ocean of wedlock, with him who then smiled and caressed me,but, alas! now frowns with bitterness, and has grown jealous and coldtoward me, because the ring he gave me is misplaced or lost. Oh, bearme, ye flowers of memory, softly through the eventful history of pasttimes; and ye places that have witnessed the progression of man inthe circle of so many societies, and, of, aid my recollection, while Iendeavor to trace the vicissitudes of a life devoted in endeavoring tocomfort him that I claim as the object of my wishes.

  Ah! ye mysterious men, of all the world, how few

  Act just to Heaven and to your promise true!

  But He who guides the stars with a watchful eye,

  The deeds of men lay open without disguise;

  Oh, this alone will avenge the wrongs I bear,

  For all the oppressed are His peculiar care.

  (F. makes a slight noise.)

  A. Who is there--Farcillo?

  G. Then I must gone. Heaven protect you. Oh, Amelia, farewell, be ofgood cheer.

  May you stand like Olympus' towers,

  Against earth and all jealous powers!

  May you, with loud shouts ascend on high

  Swift as an eagle in the upper sky.

  A. Why so cold and distant tonight, Farcillo? Come, let us each othergreet, and forget all the past, and give security for the future.

  F. Security! talk to me about giving security for the future--what aninsulting requisition! Have you said your prayers tonight, Madam Amelia?

  A. Farcillo, we sometimes forget our duty, particularly when we expectto be caressed by others.

  F. If you bethink yourself of any crime, or of any fault, that is yetconcealed from the courts of Heaven and the thrones of grace, I bid youask and solicit forgiveness for it now.

  A. Oh, be kind, Farcillo, don't treat me so. What do you mean by allthis?

  F. Be kind, you say; you, madam, have forgot that kindness you owe tome, and bestowed it upon another; you shall suffer for your conductwhen you make your peace with your God. I would not slay thy unprotectedspirit. I call to Heaven to be my guard and my watch--I would not killthy soul, in which all once seemed just, right, and perfect; but I mustbe brief, woman.

  A. What, talk you of killing? Oh, Farcillo, Farcillo, what is thematter?

  F. Aye, I do, without doubt; mark what I say, Amelia.

  A. Then, O God, O Heaven, and Angels, be propitious, and have mercy uponme.

  F. Amen to that, madam, with all my heart, and with all my soul.

  A. Farcillo, listen to me one moment; I hope you will not kill me.

  F. Kill you, aye, that I will; attest it, ye fair host of light, recordit, ye dark imps of hell!

  A. Oh, I fear you--you are fatal when darkness covers your brow; yet Iknow not why I should fear, since I never wronged you in all my life. Istand, sir, guiltless before you.

  F. You pretend to say you are guiltless! Think of thy sins, Amelia;think, oh, think, hidden woman.

  A. Wherein have I not been true to you? That death is unkind, cruel, andunnatural, that kills for living.

  F. Peace, and be still while I unfold to thee.

  A. I will, Farcillo, and while I am thus silent, tell me the cause ofsuch cruel coldness in an hour like this.

  F. That _ring_, oh, that ring I so loved, and gave thee as the ring ofmy heart; the allegiance you took to be faithful, when it was presented;the kisses and smiles with which you honored it. You became tired ofthe donor, despised it as a plague, and finally gave it to Malos, thehidden, the vile traitor.

  A. No, upon my word and honor, I never did; I appeal to the Most High tobear me out in this matter. Send for Malos, and ask him.

  F. Send for Malos, aye! Malos you wish to see; I thought so. I knew youcould not keep his name concealed. A
melia, sweet Amelia, take heed,take heed of perjury; you are on the stage of death, to suffer for _yoursins_.

  A. What, not to die I hope, my Farcillo, my ever beloved.

  F. Yes, madam, to die a traitor's death. Shortly your spirit shall takeits exit; therefore confess freely thy sins, for to deny tends only tomake me groan under the bitter cup thou hast made for me. Thou art todie with the name of traitor on thy brow!

  A. Then, O Lord, have mercy upon me; give me courage, give me grace andfortitude to stand this hour of trial.

  F. Amen, I say, with all my heart.

  A. And, oh, Farcillo, will you have mercy, too? I never intentionallyoffended you in all my life, never _loved _Malos, never gave him causeto think so, as the high court of Justice will acquit me before itstribunal.

  F. Oh, false, perjured woman, thou didst chill my blood, and makest me ademon like thyself. I saw the ring.

  A. He found it, then, or got it clandestinely; send for him, and let himconfess the truth; let his confession be sifted.

  F. And you still wish to see him! I tell you, madam, he hath alreadyconfessed, and thou knowest the darkness of thy heart.

  A. What, my deceived Farcillo, that I gave him the ring, in which all myaffections were concentrated? Oh, surely not.

  F. Aye, he did. Ask thy conscience, and it will speak with a voice ofthunder to thy soul.

  A. He will not say so, he dare not, he cannot.

  F. No, he will not say so now, because his mouth, I trust, is hushed indeath, and his body stretched to the four winds of heaven, to be torn topieces by carnivorous birds.

  A. What, he is dead, and gone to the world of spirits with thatdeclaration in his mouth? Oh, unhappy man! Oh, insupportable hour!

  F. Yes, and had all his sighs and looks and tears been lives, my greatrevenge could have slain them all, without the least condemnation.

  A. Alas! he is ushered into eternity without testing the matter forwhich I am abused and sentenced and condemned to die.

  F. Cursed, infernal woman! Weepest thou for him to my face? He that hathrobbed me of my peace, my energy, the whole love of my life? Could Icall the fabled Hydra, I would have him live and perish, survive anddie, until the sun itself would grow dim with age. I would make himhave the thirst of a Tantalus, and roll the wheel of an Ixion, until thestars of heaven should quit their brilliant stations.

  A. Oh, invincible God, save me! Oh, unsupportable moment! Oh, heavyhour! Banish me, Farcillo--send me where no eye can ever see me, whereno sound shall ever great my ear; but, oh, slay me not, Farcillo; ventthy rage and thy spite upon this emaciated frame of mine, only spare mylife.

  F. Your petitions avail nothing, cruel Amelia.

  A. Oh, Farcillo, perpetrate the dark deed tomorrow; let me live tillthen, for my past kindness to you, and it may be some kind angel willshow to you that I am not only the object of innocence, but one whonever loved another but your noble self.

  F. Amelia, the decree has gone forth, it is to be done, and thatquickly; thou art to die, madam.

  A. But half an hour allow me, to see my father and my only child, totell her the treachery and vanity of this world.

  F. There is no alternative, there is no pause: my daughter shall not seeits deceptive mother die; your father shall not know that his daughterfell disgraced, despised by all but her enchanting Malos.

  A. Oh, Farcillo, put up thy threatening dagger into its scabbard; letit rest and be still, just while I say one prayer for thee and for mychild.

  F. It is too late, thy doom is fixed, thou hast not confessed to Heavenor to me, my child's protector--thou art to die. Ye powers of earth andheaven, protect and defend me in this alone. (_Stabs her while imploringfor mercy._)

  A. Oh, Farcillo, Farcillo, a guiltless death I die.

  F. Die! die! die!

  (Gracia enters running, falls on her knees weeping, and kisses Amelia.)

  G. Oh, Farcillo, Farcillo! oh, Farcillo!

  F. I am here, the genius of the age, and the avenger of my wrongs.

  G. Oh, lady, speak once more; sweet Amelia, oh, speak again. Gone,gone--yes, forever gone! Farcillo, oh, cold-hearted Farcillo, some evilfiend hath urged you to do this, Farcillo.

  F. Say not so again, or you shall receive the same fate. I did theglorious deed, madam--beware, then, how you talk.

  G. I fear not your implements of war; I will let you know you have notthe power to do me harm. If you have a heart of triple brass, it shallbe reached and melted, and thy blood shall chill thy veins and growstiff in thy arteries. Here is the ring of the virtuous and innocentmurdered Amelia; I obtained it from Malos, who yet lives, in hopesthat he will survive the wound given him, and says he got itclandestinely--declares Amelia to be the princess of truth and virtue,invulnerable to anything like forgetting her first devotion to thee.The world has heard of your conduct and your jealousy, and with oneuniversal voice declares her to be the best of all in piety; that she isthe star of this great universe, and a more virtuous woman never livedsince the wheels of time began. Oh, had you waited till tomorrow, oruntil I had returned, some kind window would have been opened to herrelief. But, alas! she is gone--yes, forever gone, to try the realitiesof an unknown world!

  (Farcillo leaning over the body of Amelia.)

  F. Malos not dead, and here is my ring! Oh, Amelia! falsely murdered!Oh, bloody deed! Oh, wretch that I am! Oh, angels forgive me! Oh, God,withhold thy vengeance! Oh, Amelia! if Heaven would make a thousandworlds like this, set with diamonds, and all of one perfect chrysolite,I would not have done this for them all, I would not have frowned andcursed as I did. Oh, she was heavenly true, nursed in the very lapof bright angels! Cursed slave that I am! Jealousy, oh! thou infernaldemon! Lost, lost to every sense of honor! Oh! Amelia--heaven-bornAmelia--dead, dead! Oh! oh! oh!--then let me die with thee. Farewell!farewell! ye world that deceived me! (_Stabs himself_.)

  Soon after the excitement of this tragical scene was over, and theenlisted feeling for Amelia had grown more buoyant with Elfonzo andAmbulinia, he determined to visit his retired home, and make thenecessary improvements to enjoy a better day; consequently he conveyedthe following lines to Ambulinia:

  Go tell the world that hope is glowing,

  Go bid the rocks their silence break,

  Go tell the stars that love is glowing,

  Then bid the hero his lover take.

  In the region where scarcely the foot of man hath ever trod, where thewoodman hath not found his way, lies a blooming grove, seen only by thesun when he mounts his lofty throne, visited only by the light of thestars, to whom are entrusted the guardianship of earth, before thesun sinks to rest in his rosy bed. High cliffs of rocks surround theromantic place, and in the small cavity of the rocky wall grows thedaffodil clear and pure; and as the wind blows along the enchantinglittle mountain which surrounds the lonely spot, it nourishes theflowers with the dew-drops of heaven. Here is the seat of Elfonzo;darkness claims but little victory over this dominion, and in vain doesshe spread out her gloomy wings. Here the waters flow perpetually, andthe trees lash their tops together to bid the welcome visitor a happymuse. Elfonzo, during his short stay in the country, had fully persuadedhimself that it was his duty to bring this solemn matter to an issue.A duty that he individually owed, as a gentleman, to the parents ofAmbulinia, a duty in itself involving not only his own happiness andhis own standing in society, but one that called aloud the act of theparties to make it perfect and complete. How he should communicate hisintentions to get a favorable reply, he was at a loss to know; he knewnot whether to address Esq. Valeer in prose or in poetry, in a jocularor an argumentative manner, or whether he should use moral suasion,legal injunction, or seizure and take by reprisal; if it was to do thelatter, he would have no difficulty in deciding in his own mind, but hisgentlemanly honor was at stake; so he concluded to address the followingletter to the father and mother of Ambulinia, as his address in personhe knew would only aggravate the old gentleman, and perhaps his lady.

  Cumming, Ga., January 22
, 1844

  Mr. and Mrs. Valeer--

  Again I resume the pleasing task of addressing you, and once more began immediate answer to my many salutations. From every circumstance thathas taken place, I feel in duty bound to comply with my obligations; toforfeit my word would be more than I dare do; to break my pledge, and myvows that have been witnessed, sealed, and delivered in the presence ofan unseen Deity, would be disgraceful on my part, as well as ruinous toAmbulinia. I wish no longer to be kept in suspense about this matter. Iwish to act gentlemanly in every particular. It is true, the promises Ihave made are unknown to any but Ambulinia, and I think it unnecessaryto here enumerate them, as they who promise the most generally performthe least. Can you for a moment doubt my sincerity or my character? Myonly wish is, sir, that you may calmly and dispassionately look atthe situation of the case, and if your better judgment should dictateotherwise, my obligations may induce me to pluck the flower that youso diametrically opposed. We have sworn by the saints--by the godsof battle, and by that faith whereby just men are made perfect--to beunited. I hope, my dear sir, you will find it convenient as well asagreeable to give me a favorable answer, with the signature of Mrs.Valeer, as well as yourself.

  With very great esteem,

  your humble servant,

  J. I. Elfonzo.

  The moon and stars had grown pale when Ambulinia had retired to rest. Acrowd of unpleasant thoughts passed through her bosom. Solitude dweltin her chamber--no sound from the neighboring world penetrated itsstillness; it appeared a temple of silence, of repose, and of mystery.At that moment she heard a still voice calling her father. In aninstant, like the flash of lightning, a thought ran through her mindthat it must be the bearer of Elfonzo's communication. "It is not adream!" she said, "no, I cannot read dreams. Oh! I would to Heaven I wasnear that glowing eloquence--that poetical language--it charms themind in an inexpressible manner, and warms the coldest heart." Whileconsoling herself with this strain, her father rushed into her roomalmost frantic with rage, exclaiming: "Oh, Ambulinia! Ambulinia!!undutiful, ungrateful daughter! What does this mean? Why does thisletter bear such heart-rending intelligence? Will you quit a father'shouse with this debased wretch, without a place to lay his distractedhead; going up and down the country, with every novel object that maychance to wander through this region. He is a pretty man to make loveknown to his superiors, and you, Ambulinia, have done but little creditto yourself by honoring his visits. Oh, wretchedness! can it be thatmy hopes of happiness are forever blasted! Will you not listen to afather's entreaties, and pay some regard to a mother's tears. I know,and I do pray that God will give me fortitude to bear with this seaof troubles, and rescue my daughter, my Ambulinia, as a brand from theeternal burning." "Forgive me, father, oh! forgive thy child," repliedAmbulinia. "My heart is ready to break, when I see you in this grievedstate of agitation. Oh! think not so meanly of me, as that I mourn formy own danger. Father, I am only woman. Mother, I am only the templementof thy youthful years, but will suffer courageously whatever punishmentyou think proper to inflict upon me, if you will but allow me to complywith my most sacred promises--if you will but give me my personal rightand my personal liberty. Oh, father! if your generosity will but give methese, I ask nothing more. When Elfonzo offered me his heart, I gavehim my hand, never to forsake him, and now may the mighty God banish mebefore I leave him in adversity. What a heart must I have to rejoice inprosperity with him whose offers I have accepted, and then, when povertycomes, haggard as it may be, for me to trifle with the oracles ofHeaven, and change with every fluctuation that may interrupt ourhappiness--like the politician who runs the political gantlet for officeone day, and the next day, because the horizon is darkened a little,he is seen running for his life, for fear he might perish in its ruins.Where is the philosophy, where is the consistency, where is the charity,in conduct like this? Be happy then, my beloved father, and forget me;let the sorrow of parting break down the wall of separation and makeus equal in our feeling; let me now say how ardently I love you; letme kiss that age-worn cheek, and should my tears bedew thy face, I willwipe them away. Oh, I never can forget you; no, never, never!"

  "Weep not," said the father, "Ambulinia. I will forbid Elfonzo my house,and desire that you may keep retired a few days. I will let him knowthat my friendship for my family is not linked together by cankeredchains; and if he ever enters upon my premises again, I will send himto his long home." "Oh, father! let me entreat you to be calm upon thisoccasion, and though Elfonzo may be the sport of the clouds and winds,yet I feel assured that no fate will send him to the silent tomb untilthe God of the Universe calls him hence with a triumphant voice."

  Here the father turned away, exclaiming: "I will answer his letter in avery few words, and you, madam, will have the goodness to stay at homewith your mother; and remember, I am determined to protect you from theconsuming fire that looks so fair to your view."

  Cumming, January 22, 1844.

  Sir--In regard to your request, I am as I ever have been, utterlyopposed to your marrying into my family; and if you have any regard foryourself, or any gentlemanly feeling, I hope you will mention it to meno more; but seek some other one who is not so far superior to you instanding.

  W. W. Valeer.

  When Elfonzo read the above letter, he became so much depressed inspirits that many of his friends thought it advisable to use other meansto bring about the happy union. "Strange," said he, "that the contentsof this diminutive letter should cause me to have such depressedfeelings; but there is a nobler theme than this. I know not why my_military title_ is not as great as that of _Squire Valeer_. For my lifeI cannot see that my ancestors are inferior to those who are so bitterlyopposed to my marriage with Ambulinia. I know I have seen huge mountainsbefore me, yet, when I think that I know gentlemen will insult me uponthis delicate matter, should I become angry at fools and babblers, whopride themselves in their impudence and ignorance? No. My equals! Iknow not where to find them. My inferiors! I think it beneath me; and mysuperiors! I think it presumption; therefore, if this youthful heart isprotected by any of the divine rights, I never will betray my trust."

  He was aware that Ambulinia had a confidence that was, indeed, as firmand as resolute as she was beautiful and interesting. He hastened to thecottage of Louisa, who received him in her usual mode of pleasantness,and informed him that Ambulinia had just that moment left. "Is itpossible?" said Elfonzo. "Oh, murdered hours! Why did she not remain andbe the guardian of my secrets? But hasten and tell me how she has stoodthis trying scene, and what are her future determinations." "You know,"said Louisa, "Major Elfonzo, that you have Ambulinia's first love, whichis of no small consequence. She came here about twilight, and shed manyprecious tears in consequence of her own fate with yours. We walkedsilently in yon little valley you see, where we spent a momentaryrepose. She seemed to be quite as determined as ever, and before we leftthat beautiful spot she offered up a prayer to Heaven for thee." "I willsee her then," replied Elfonzo, "though legions of enemies may oppose.She is mine by foreordination--she is mine by prophesy--she is mineby her own free will, and I will rescue her from the hands of heroppressors. Will you not, Miss Louisa, assist me in my capture?"

  "I will certainly, by the aid of Divine Providence," answered Louisa,"endeavor to break those slavish chains that bind the richest of prizes;though allow me, Major, to entreat you to use no harsh means on thisimportant occasion; take a decided stand, and write freely to Ambuliniaupon this subject, and I will see that no intervening cause hinders itspassage to her. God alone will save a mourning people. Now is the dayand now is the hour to obey a command of such valuable worth." The Majorfelt himself grow stronger after this short interview with Louisa. Hefelt as if he could whip his weight in wildcats--he knew he was masterof his own feelings, and could now write a letter that would bring thislitigation to _an issue._

  Cumming, January 24, 1844.

  Dear Ambulinia--

  We have now reached the most trying moment of our lives; we are pledgednot to
forsake our trust; we have waited for a favorable hour tocome, thinking your friends would settle the matter agreeably amongthemselves, and finally be reconciled to our marriage; but as I havewaited in vain, and looked in vain, I have determined in my own mind tomake a proposition to you, though you may think it not in accord withyour station, or compatible with your rank; yet, "sub hoc signovinces." You know I cannot resume my visits, in consequence of the utterhostility that your father has to me; therefore the consummation ofour union will have to be sought for in a more sublime sphere, at theresidence of a respectable friend of this village. You cannot haveany scruples upon this mode of proceeding, if you will but remember itemanates from one who loves you better than his own life--who is morethan anxious to bid you welcome to a new and happy home. Your warmestassociates say come; the talented, the learned, the wise, and theexperienced say come;--all these with their friends say, come. Viewingthese, with many other inducements, I flatter myself that you will cometo the embraces of your Elfonzo; for now is the time of your acceptanceof the day of your liberation. You cannot be ignorant, Ambulinia, thatthou art the desire of my heart; its thoughts are too noble, and toopure, to conceal themselves from you. I shall wait for your answer tothis impatiently, expecting that you will set the time to make yourdeparture, and to be in readiness at a moment's warning to share thejoys of a more preferable life. This will be handed to you by Louisa,who will take a pleasure in communicating anything to you that mayrelieve your dejected spirits, and will assure you that I now standready, willing, and waiting to make good my vows.

  I am, dear Ambulinia, yours

  truly, and forever,

  J. I. Elfonzo.

  Louisa made it convenient to visit Mr. Valeer's, though they did notsuspect her in the least the bearer of love epistles; consequently,she was invited in the room to console Ambulinia, where they were leftalone. Ambulinia was seated by a small table--her head resting on herhand--her brilliant eyes were bathed in tears. Louisa handed her theletter of Elfonzo, when another spirit animated her features--thespirit of renewed confidence that never fails to strengthen thefemale character in an hour of grief and sorrow like this, and as shepronounced the last accent of his name, she exclaimed, "And does he loveme yet! I never will forget your generosity, Louisa. Oh, unhappy and yetblessed Louisa! may you never feel what I have felt--may you never knowthe pangs of love. Had I never loved, I never would have been unhappy;but I turn to Him who can save, and if His wisdom does not will myexpected union, I know He will give me strength to bear my lot. Amuseyourself with this little book, and take it as an apology for mysilence," said Ambulinia, "while I attempt to answer this volume ofconsolation." "Thank you," said Louisa, "you are excusable upon thisoccasion; but I pray you, Ambulinia, to be expert upon this momentoussubject, that there may be nothing mistrustful upon my part." "I will,"said Ambulinia, and immediately resumed her seat and addressed thefollowing to Elfonzo:

  Cumming, Ga., January 28, 1844.

  Devoted Elfonzo--

  I hail your letter as a welcome messenger of faith, and can now saytruly and firmly that my feelings correspond with yours. Nothing shallbe wanting on my part to make my obedience your fidelity. Courage andperseverance will accomplish success. Receive this as my oath, thatwhile I grasp your hand in my own imagination, we stand united before ahigher tribunal than any on earth. All the powers of my life, soul, andbody, I devote to thee. Whatever dangers may threaten me, I fear not toencounter them. Perhaps I have determined upon my own destruction, byleaving the house of the best of parents; be it so; I flee to you; Ishare your destiny, faithful to the end. The day that I have concludedupon for this task is _sabbath _next, when the family with the citizensare generally at church. For Heaven's sake let not that day passunimproved: trust not till tomorrow, it is the cheat of life--the futurethat never comes--the grave of many noble births--the cavern of ruinedenterprise: which like the lightning's flash is born, and dies, andperishes, ere the voice of him who sees can cry, _behold! behold!!_ Youmay trust to what I say, no power shall tempt me to betray confidence.Suffer me to add one word more.

  I will soothe thee, in all thy grief,

  Beside the gloomy river;

  And though thy love may yet be brief;

  Mine is fixed forever.

  Receive the deepest emotions of my heart for thy constant love, andmay the power of inspiration be thy guide, thy portion, and thy all. Ingreat haste,

  Yours faithfully,

  Ambulinia.

  "I now take my leave of you, sweet girl," said Louisa, "sincerelywishing you success on Sabbath next." When Ambulinia's letter was handedto Elfonzo, he perused it without doubting its contents. Louisa chargedhim to make but few confidants; but like most young men who happened towin the heart of a beautiful girl, he was so elated with the idea thathe felt as a commanding general on parade, who had confidence in all,consequently gave orders to all. The appointed Sabbath, with a deliciousbreeze and cloudless sky, made its appearance. The people gathered incrowds to the church--the streets were filled with neighboring citizens,all marching to the house of worship. It is entirely useless for meto attempt to describe the feelings of Elfonzo and Ambulinia, who weresilently watching the movements of the multitude, apparently countingthem as then entered the house of God, looking for the last one todarken the door. The impatience and anxiety with which they waited,and the bliss they anticipated on the eventful day, is altogetherindescribable. Those that have been so fortunate as to embark in such anoble enterprise know all its realities; and those who have not had thisinestimable privilege will have to taste its sweets before they can tellto others its joys, its comforts, and its Heaven-born worth. Immediatelyafter Ambulinia had assisted the family off to church, she tookadvantage of that opportunity to make good her promises. She left a homeof enjoyment to be wedded to one whose love had been justifiable. A fewshort steps brought her to the presence of Louisa, who urged her to makegood use of her time, and not to delay a moment, but to go with her toher brother's house, where Elfonzo would forever make her happy. Withlively speed, and yet a graceful air, she entered the door and foundherself protected by the champion of her confidence. The necessaryarrangements were fast making to have the two lovers united--everythingwas in readiness except the parson; and as they are generally verysanctimonious on such occasions, the news got to the parents ofAmbulinia before the everlasting knot was tied, and they both camerunning, with uplifted hands and injured feelings, to arrest theirdaughter from an unguarded and hasty resolution. Elfonzo desired tomaintain his ground, but Ambulinia thought it best for him to leave, toprepare for a greater contest. He accordingly obeyed, as it would havebeen a vain endeavor for him to have battled against a man who was armedwith deadly weapons; and besides, he could not resist the request ofsuch a pure heart. Ambulinia concealed herself in the upper story ofthe house, fearing the rebuke of her father; the door was locked, and nochastisement was now expected. Esquire Valeer, whose pride was alreadytouched, resolved to preserve the dignity of his family. He enteredthe house almost exhausted, looking wildly for Ambulinia. "Amazed andastonished indeed I am," said he, "at a people who call themselvescivilized, to allow such behavior as this. Ambulinia, Ambulinia!"he cried, "come to the calls of your first, your best, and your onlyfriend. I appeal to you, sir," turning to the gentleman of the house,"to know where Ambulinia has gone, or where is she?" "Do you meanto insult me, sir, in my own house?" inquired the gentleman. "I willburst," said Mr. V., "asunder every door in your dwelling, in search ofmy daughter, if you do not speak quickly, and tell me where she is.I care nothing about that outcast rubbish of creation, that mean,low-lived Elfonzo, if I can but obtain Ambulinia. Are you not going toopen this door?" said he. "By the Eternal that made Heaven and earth!I will go about the work instantly, if this is not done!" The confusedcitizens gathered from all parts of the village, to know the cause ofthis commotion. Some rushed into the house; the door that was lockedflew open, and there stood Ambulinia, weeping. "Father, be still," saidshe, "and I will follow thee home.
" But the agitated man seized her, andbore her off through the gazing multitude. "Father!" she exclaimed, "Ihumbly beg your pardon--I will be dutiful--I will obey thy commands.Let the sixteen years I have lived in obedience to thee be my futuresecurity." "I don't like to be always giving credit, when the old scoreis not paid up, madam," said the father. The mother followed almost in astate of derangement, crying and imploring her to think beforehand, andask advice from experienced persons, and they would tell her it was arash undertaking. "Oh!" said she, "Ambulinia, my daughter, did you knowwhat I have suffered--did you know how many nights I have whiled away inagony, in pain, and in fear, you would pity the sorrows of a heartbrokenmother."

  "Well, mother," replied Ambulinia, "I know I have been disobedient; Iam aware that what I have done might have been done much better; butoh! what shall I do with my honor? it is so dear to me; I am pledgedto Elfonzo. His high moral worth is certainly worth some attention;moreover, my vows, I have no doubt, are recorded in the book of life,and must I give these all up? must my fair hopes be forever blasted?Forbid it, father; oh! forbid it, mother; forbid it, Heaven." "I haveseen so many beautiful skies overclouded," replied the mother, "so manyblossoms nipped by the frost, that I am afraid to trust you to thecare of those fair days, which may be interrupted by thundering andtempestuous nights. You no doubt think as I did--life's devious wayswere strewn with sweet-scented flowers, but ah! how long they havelingered around me and took their flight in the vivid hope that laughsat the drooping victims it has murdered." Elfonzo was moved at thissight. The people followed on to see what was going to become ofAmbulinia, while he, with downcast looks, kept at a distance, until hesaw them enter the abode of the father, thrusting her, that was the sighof his soul, out of his presence into a solitary apartment, when sheexclaimed, "Elfonzo! Elfonzo! oh, Elfonzo! where art thou, with all thyheroes? haste, oh! haste, come thou to my relief. Ride on the wings ofthe wind! Turn thy force loose like a tempest, and roll on thy army likea whirlwind, over this mountain of trouble and confusion. Oh, friends!if any pity me, let your last efforts throng upon the green hills, andcome to the relief of Ambulinia, who is guilty of nothing but innocentlove." Elfonzo called out with a loud voice, "My God, can I stand this!arise up, I beseech you, and put an end to this tyranny. Come, my braveboys," said he, "are you ready to go forth to your duty?" They stoodaround him. "Who," said he, "will call us to arms? Where are mythunderbolts of war? Speak ye, the first who will meet the foe! Who willgo forward with me in this ocean of grievous temptation? If there isone who desires to go, let him come and shake hands upon the altar ofdevotion, and swear that he will be a hero; yes, a Hector in a causelike this, which calls aloud for a speedy remedy." "Mine be the deed,"said a young lawyer, "and mine alone; Venus alone shall quit her stationbefore I will forsake one jot or tittle of my promise to you; whatis death to me? what is all this warlike army, if it is not to win avictory? I love the sleep of the lover and the mighty; nor would I giveit over till the blood of my enemies should wreak with that of my own.But God forbid that our fame should soar on the blood of the slumberer."Mr. Valeer stands at his door with the frown of a demon upon his brow,with his dangerous weapon ready to strike the first man who should enterhis door. "Who will arise and go forward through blood and carnageto the rescue of my Ambulinia?" said Elfonzo. "All," exclaimed themultitude; and onward they went, with their implements of battle.Others, of a more timid nature, stood among the distant hills to see theresult of the contest.

  Elfonzo took the lead of his band. Night arose in clouds; darknessconcealed the heavens; but the blazing hopes that stimulated themgleamed in every bosom. All approached the anxious spot; they rushed tothe front of the house and, with one exclamation, demanded Ambulinia."Away, begone, and disturb my peace no more," said Mr. Valeer. "You area set of base, insolent, and infernal rascals. Go, the northern starpoints your path through the dim twilight of the night; go, and ventyour spite upon the lonely hills; pour forth your love, you poor,weak-minded wretch, upon your idleness and upon your guitar, and yourfiddle; they are fit subjects for your admiration, for let me assureyou, though this sword and iron lever are cankered, yet they frown insleep, and let one of you dare to enter my house this night and youshall have the contents and the weight of these instruments." "Neveryet did base dishonor blur my name," said Elfonzo; "mine is a cause ofrenown; here are my warriors; fear and tremble, for this night, thoughhell itself should oppose, I will endeavor to avenge her whom thou hastbanished in solitude. The voice of Ambulinia shall be heard from thatdark dungeon." At that moment Ambulinia appeared at the window above,and with a tremulous voice said, "Live, Elfonzo! oh! live to raise mystone of moss! why should such language enter your heart? why shouldthy voice rend the air with such agitation? I bid thee live, once moreremembering these tears of mine are shed alone for thee, in this darkand gloomy vault, and should I perish under this load of trouble, jointhe song of thrilling accents with the raven above my grave, and laythis tattered frame beside the banks of the Chattahoochee or the streamof Sawney's brook; sweet will be the song of death to your Ambulinia. Myghost shall visit you in the smiles of Paradise, and tell your highfame to the minds of that region, which is far more preferable than thislonely cell. My heart shall speak for thee till the latest hour; I knowfaint and broken are the sounds of sorrow, yet our souls, Elfonzo, shallhear the peaceful songs together. One bright name shall be ours on high,if we are not permitted to be united here; bear in mind that I stillcherish my old sentiments, and the poet will mingle the names of Elfonzoand Ambulinia in the tide of other days." "Fly, Elfonzo," said thevoices of his united band, "to the wounded heart of your beloved. Allenemies shall fall beneath thy sword. Fly through the clefts, and thedim spark shall sleep in death." Elfonzo rushes forward and strikeshis shield against the door, which was barricaded, to prevent anyintercourse. His brave sons throng around him. The people pour alongthe streets, both male and female, to prevent or witness the melancholyscene.

  "To arms, to arms!" cried Elfonzo; "here is a victory to be won, a prizeto be gained that is more to me that the whole world beside." "Itcannot be done tonight," said Mr. Valeer. "I bear the clang of death; mystrength and armor shall prevail. My Ambulinia shall rest in this halluntil the break of another day, and if we fall, we fall together. If wedie, we die clinging to our tattered rights, and our blood alone shalltell the mournful tale of a murdered daughter and a ruined father." Sureenough, he kept watch all night, and was successful in defending hishouse and family. The bright morning gleamed upon the hills, nightvanished away, the Major and his associates felt somewhat ashamed thatthey had not been as fortunate as they expected to have been; however,they still leaned upon their arms in dispersed groups; some were walkingthe streets, others were talking in the Major's behalf. Many ofthe citizen suspended business, as the town presented nothing butconsternation. A novelty that might end in the destruction of someworthy and respectable citizens. Mr. Valeer ventured in the streets,though not without being well armed. Some of his friends congratulatedhim on the decided stand he had taken, and hoped he would settle thematter amicably with Elfonzo, without any serious injury. "Me," hereplied, "what, me, condescend to fellowship with a coward, and alow-lived, lazy, undermining villain? no, gentlemen, this cannot be; Ihad rather be borne off, like the bubble upon the dark blue ocean, withAmbulinia by my side, than to have him in the ascending or descendingline of relationship. Gentlemen," continued he, "if Elfonzo is so muchof a distinguished character, and is so learned in the fine arts, why doyou not patronize such men? why not introduce him into your families, asa gentleman of taste and of unequaled magnanimity? why are you so veryanxious that he should become a relative of mine? Oh, gentlemen, I fearyou yet are tainted with the curiosity of our first parents, who werebeguiled by the poisonous kiss of an old ugly serpent, and who, forone _apple, damned_ all mankind. I wish to divest myself, as far aspossible, of that untutored custom. I have long since learned that theperfection of wisdom, and the end of true philosophy, is to proportionour wants to our possessio
ns, our ambition to our capacities; we willthen be a happy and a virtuous people." Ambulinia was sent off toprepare for a long and tedious journey. Her new acquaintances had beeninstructed by her father how to treat her, and in what manner, and tokeep the anticipated visit entirely secret. Elfonzo was watching themovements of everybody; some friends had told him of the plot that waslaid to carry off Ambulinia. At night, he rallied some two or three ofhis forces, and went silently along to the stately mansion; a faint andglimmering light showed through the windows; lightly he steps to thedoor; there were many voices rallying fresh in fancy's eye; he tappedthe shutter; it was opened instantly, and he beheld once more, seatedbeside several ladies, the hope of all his toils; he rushed towardher, she rose from her seat, rejoicing; he made one mighty grasp, whenAmbulinia exclaimed, "Huzza for Major Elfonzo! I will defend myself andyou, too, with this conquering instrument I hold in my hand; huzza, Isay, I now invoke time's broad wing to shed around us some dewdrops ofverdant spring."

  But the hour had not come for this joyous reunion; her friends struggledwith Elfonzo for some time, and finally succeeded in arresting her fromhis hands. He dared not injure them, because they were matrons whosecourage needed no spur; she was snatched from the arms of Elfonzo, withso much eagerness, and yet with such expressive signification, that hecalmly withdrew from this lovely enterprise, with an ardent hope that heshould be lulled to repose by the zephyrs which whispered peace to hissoul. Several long days and nights passed unmolested, all seemed to havegrounded their arms of rebellion, and no callidity appeared to be goingon with any of the parties. Other arrangements were made by Ambulinia;she feigned herself to be entirely the votary of a mother's care, andshe, by her graceful smiles, that manhood might claim his stern dominionin some other region, where such boisterous love was not so prevalent.This gave the parents a confidence that yielded some hours of sober joy;they believed that Ambulinia would now cease to love Elfonzo, and thather stolen affections would now expire with her misguided opinions. Theytherefore declined the idea of sending her to a distant land. But oh!they dreamed not of the rapture that dazzled the fancy of Ambulinia, whowould say, when alone, youth should not fly away on his rosy pinions,and leave her to grapple in the conflict with unknown admirers.

  No frowning age shall control

  The constant current of my soul,

  Nor a tear from pity's eye

  Shall check my sympathetic sigh.

  With this resolution fixed in her mind, one dark and dreary night, whenthe winds whistled and the tempest roared, she received intelligencethat Elfonzo was then waiting, and every preparation was then ready, atthe residence of Dr. Tully, and for her to make a quick escape whilethe family was reposing. Accordingly she gathered her books, went thewardrobe supplied with a variety of ornamental dressing, and venturedalone in the streets to make her way to Elfonzo, who was near at hand,impatiently looking and watching her arrival. "What forms," said she,"are those rising before me? What is that dark spot on the clouds? I dowonder what frightful ghost that is, gleaming on the red tempest? Oh,be merciful and tell me what region you are from. Oh, tell me, ye strongspirits, or ye dark and fleeting clouds, that I yet have a friend." "Afriend," said a low, whispering voice. "I am thy unchanging, thy aged,and thy disappointed mother. Why brandish in that hand of thine ajavelin of pointed steel? Why suffer that lip I have kissed a thousandtimes to equivocate? My daughter, let these tears sink deep into thysoul, and no longer persist in that which may be your destruction andruin. Come, my dear child, retract your steps, and bear me company toyour welcome home." Without one retorting word, or frown from her brow,she yielded to the entreaties of her mother, and with all the mildnessof her former character she went along with the silver lamp of age, tothe home of candor and benevolence. Her father received her cold andformal politeness--"Where has Ambulinia been, this blustering evening,Mrs. Valeer?" inquired he. "Oh, she and I have been taking a solitarywalk," said the mother; "all things, I presume, are now working for thebest."

  Elfonzo heard this news shortly after it happened. "What," said he,"has heaven and earth turned against me? I have been disappointed timeswithout number. Shall I despair?--must I give it over? Heaven's decreeswill not fade; I will write again--I will try again; and if it traversesa gory field, I pray forgiveness at the altar of justice."

  Desolate Hill, Cumming, Geo., 1844.

  Unconquered and Beloved Ambulinia-- I have only time to say to you, notto despair; thy fame shall not perish; my visions are brightening beforeme. The whirlwind's rage is past, and we now shall subdue our enemieswithout doubt. On Monday morning, when your friends are at breakfast,they will not suspect your departure, or even mistrust me being in town,as it has been reported advantageously that I have left for the west.You walk carelessly toward the academy grove, where you will find mewith a lightning steed, elegantly equipped to bear you off where weshall be joined in wedlock with the first connubial rights. Fail notto do this--think not of the tedious relations of our wrongs--beinvincible. You alone occupy all my ambition, and I alone will make youmy happy spouse, with the same unimpeached veracity. I remain, forever,your devoted friend and admirer, J. I. Elfonzo.

  The appointed day ushered in undisturbed by any clouds; nothingdisturbed Ambulinia's soft beauty. With serenity and loveliness sheobeys the request of Elfonzo. The moment the family seated themselvesat the table--"Excuse my absence for a short time," said she, "while Iattend to the placing of those flowers, which should have been donea week ago." And away she ran to the sacred grove, surrounded withglittering pearls, that indicated her coming. Elfonzo hails her withhis silver bow and his golden harp. They meet--Ambulinia's countenancebrightens--Elfonzo leads up his winged steed. "Mount," said he, "yetrue-hearted, ye fearless soul--the day is ours." She sprang upon theback of the young thunder bolt, a brilliant star sparkles upon her head,with one hand she grasps the reins, and with the other she holds anolive branch. "Lend thy aid, ye strong winds," they exclaimed, "ye moon,ye sun, and all ye fair host of heaven, witness the enemy conquered.""Hold," said Elfonzo, "thy dashing steed." "Ride on," said Ambulinia,"the voice of thunder is behind us." And onward they went, with suchrapidity that they very soon arrived at Rural Retreat, where theydismounted, and were united with all the solemnities that usually attendsuch divine operations. They passed the day in thanksgiving and greatrejoicing, and on that evening they visited their uncle, where many oftheir friends and acquaintances had gathered to congratulate them in thefield of untainted bliss. The kind old gentleman met them in the yard:"Well," said he, "I wish I may die, Elfonzo, if you and Ambuliniahaven't tied a knot with your tongue that you can't untie with yourteeth. But come in, come in, never mind, all is right--the world stillmoves on, and no one has fallen in this great battle."

  Happy now is their lot! Unmoved by misfortune, they live among the fairbeauties of the South. Heaven spreads their peace and fame upon the archof the rainbow, and smiles propitiously at their triumph, _through thetears of the storm._