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her spiritual tenant into the presence of taneous impression can produce effects the sacred symbols, “ cried with a loud like these, such an impression might of voice, and came out of” her. A very course be followed by consequences less singular case, which has never been re- fatal or formidable, but yet serious in corded, and which the reader may accept
their nature. If here and there a peras authentic, is the following: At the son is killed, as if by lightning, by a head of the doctor's front stairs stood, sudden startling sight or sound, there and still stands, a tall clock, of early date must be more numerous cases in which and stately presence. A middle-aged vis- a terrible shock is produced by simiitor, noticing it as he entered the front lar apparently insignificant causes, — a door, remarked that he should feel a shock which falls short of overthrowing great unwillingness to pass that clock. the reason and does not destroy life, yet He could not go near one of those tall leaves a lasting effect upon the subject timepieces without a profound agitation, of it. which he dreaded to undergo.
This point, then, was settled in the very singular idiosyncrasy he attributed mind of Dr. Butts, namely, that, as a to a fright when he was an infant in the violent emotion caused by a sudden arms of his nurse. She was standing shock can kill or craze a human being, Bear one of those tall clocks, when the there is no perversion of the faculties, cord which supported one of its heavy no prejudice, no change of taste or temleaden weights broke, and the weight per, no eccentricity, no antipathy, which came crashing down to the bottom of such a causc may not rationally account
Some effect must have been for. He would not be surprised, be produced upon the pulpy nerve centres said to himself, to find that some early from which they never recovered. Why alarm, like that which was experienced should not this happen, when we know by Peter the Great or that which hapthat a sudden mental shock may be the pened to Pascal, had broken some cause of insanity? The doctor remem- spring in this young man's nature, or so bered the verse of The Ancient Mari- changed its mode of action as to account
for the exceptional remoteness of his “I moved my lips ; the pilot shrieked
way of life. But how could any conAnd fell down in a fit;
ceivable antipathy be so comprehensive The holy hermit raised his eyes
as to keep a young man aloof from all And prayed where he did sit: I took the oars ; the pilot's boy,
the world, and make a hermit of him? Who now doth crazy go,
He did not hate the human race; that Laughed loud and long, and all the while
was clear enough. He treated Paolo His eyes went to and fro.”
with great kindness, and the Italian was This is only poetry, it is true, but the evidently much attached to him. He poet borrowed the description from na- had talked naturally and pleasantly with ture, and the records of our asylums the young man he had helped out of his could furnish many cases where insanity dangerous situation when his boat was was caused by a sudden fright.
upset. Dr. Butts heard that he had More than this, hardly a year passes
once made a short visit to this young that we do not read of some person, a man, at his rooms in the University. It child commonly, killed outright by ter- was not misanthropy, therefore, which ror, — scared to death, literally. Sad kept him solitary. What could be broad cases they often are, in which, nothing enough to cover the facts of the case ? but a surprise being intended, the shock Nothing that the doctor could think of, has instantly arrested the movements on unless it were some color, the sight of which life depends. If a mere instan- which acted on him as it did on the in
dividual before mentioned, who could fused into it might stir up the general not look at anything red without fainting. vitality of the organization. The woman Suppose this were a case of the same suffragists saw no reason why the place antipathy. How very careful it would of Secretary need as a matter of course make the subject of it as to where he be filled by a person of the male sex. went and with whom he consorted! They agitated, they made domiciliary Time and patience would be pretty sure visits, they wrote notes to influential to bring out new developments, and phy- citizens, and finally announced as their sicians, of all men in the world, kuow candidate the young lady who had won how to wait as well as how to labor. and worn the school name of “ The Ter
Such were some of the crude facts as ror," who was elected. She was just Dr. Butts found them in books or gath- the person for the place : wide awake, ered them from his own experience. He
with all her wits about her, full of every soon discovered that the story had got kind of knowledge, and, above all, strong about the village that Maurice Kirkwood on points of order and details of managewas the victim of an " antipathy," what- ment, so that she could prompt the preever that word might mean in the vocab- siding officer, which is often the most ulary of the people of the place. If he essential duty of a Secretary. The Pressuspected the channel through which it ident, the worthy rector, was good at had reached the little community, and, plain sailing in the track of the common spreading from that centre, the country moralities and proprieties, but was lia-. round, he did not see fit to make out ble to get muddled if anything came up of his suspicions a domestic casus belli. requiring swift decision and off - hand Paolo might have mentioned it to others speech. The Terror had schooled heras well as to himself. Maurice might self in the debating societies of the Inhave told some friend, who had divulged stitute, and would set up the President, it. But to accuse Mrs. Butts, good Mrs. when he was floored by an awkward Butts, of petit treason in telling one of question, as easily as if he were a nineher husband's professional secrets was pin which had been bowled over. too serious a matter to be thought of. He It has been already mentioned that would be a little more careful, he prom- the Pansophian Society received comised himself, the next time, at any rate; munications from time to time from for he had to concede, in spite of every writers outside of its own organization. wish to be charitable in his judgment, Of late these had been becoming more that it was among the possibilities that frequent. Many of them were sent in the worthy lady had forgotten the rule anonymously, and as there were numerthat a doctor's patients must put their ous visitors to the village, and two institongues out, and a doctor's wife must tutions not far removed from it, both keep her tongue in.
full of ambitious and intelligent young persons, it was often impossible to trace
the papers to their authors. The new VIII.
Secretary was alive with curiosity, and
as sagacious a little body as one might THE PANSOPHIAN SOCIETY.
find if in want of a detective. She could
make a pretty shrewd guess whether a The Secretary of this association was paper was written by a young or old pergetting somewhat tired of the office, and son, by one of her own sex or the other, the office was getting somewhat tired of by an experienced hand or a novice. him. It occurred to the members of Among the anonymous papers she rethe Society that a little fresh blood in- ceived was one which exercised her curiosity to an extraordinary degree. She Mountains would see — might see, rather felt a strong suspicion that “the Sa- - his own colossal image shape itself on chem,” as the boat-crews used to call him, the morning mist. But if in every mist “the Recluse,” “ the Night-Hawk,” “the that rises from the meadows, in every Sphinx,” as others named him, must be cloud that hangs upon the mountain, he the author of it. It appeared to her the always finds his own reflection, we canproduction of a young person of a re- not accept him as an interpreter of the flective, poetical turn of mind. It was landscape. . not a woman's way of writing ; at least, “ There must be many persons presso thought the Secretary. The writer ent at the meetings of the Society to had travelled much ; had resided in Italy, which this paper is offered who have among other places. But so had many had experiences like that of its author. of the summer visitors and residents of They have visited the same localities, Arrowhead Village. The handwriting they have had many of the same thoughts was not decisive ; it had some points of and feelings. Many, I have no doubt. resemblance with the pencilled orders Not all, — no, not all. Others have for books which Maurice sent to the sought the companionship of Nature ; I Library, but there were certain differ- have been driven to it. Much of my life ences, intentional or accidental, which has been passed in that communion. weakened this evidence. There was an These pages record some of the intimaundertone in the essay which was in cies I have formed with her under some keeping with the mode of life of the of her various manifestations. solitary stranger. It might be disap- “ I have lived on the shore of the pointment, melancholy, or only the great ocean, where its waves broke wilddreamy sadness of a young person who est and its voice rose loudest. sees the future he is to climb, not as a I have passed whole seasons on the smooth ascent, but as overhanging him banks of mighty and famous rivers. like a cliff, ready to crush him, with all “I have dwelt on the margin of a his hopes and prospects. This interpre- tranquil lake, and floated through many tation may have been too imaginative, a long, long summer day on its clear but here is the paper, and the reader waters. can form his own opinion :
“I have learned the various lan
guage' of Nature, of which poetry has MY THREE COMPANIONS.
spoken, at least, I have learned some “ I have been from my youth upwards words and phrases of it. I will transa wanderer. I do not mean constantly late some of these as I best may into flitting from one place to another, for common speech. my residence has often been fixed for “ The OCEAN says to the dweller on considerable periods. From time to its sbores : time I have put down in a note-book 6. You are neither welcome nor unthe impressions made upon me by the welcome. I do not trouble myself with scenes through which I have passed. I the living tribes that come down to my have long hesitated whether to let any waters. I have my own people, an of my notes appear before the public. older race than
that My fear has been that they were too mightier dimensions than your mastosubjective, to use the metaphysician's dons and elephants ; more numerous than term, - that I have seen myself reflect all the swarms that fill the air or move ed in Nature, and not the true aspects over the thin crust of the earth. Who of Nature as she was meant to be under- are you that build your gay palaces on stood. One who should visit the Harz my margin? I see your white faces as I saw the dark faces of the tribes that way to others, even as human dynascame before you, as I shall look upon ties and nations and races come and go. the unknown family of mankind that Look on me!“ Time writes no wrinwill come after you. And what is your kle” on my forehead. Listen to me! whole human family but a parenthesis All tongues are spoken on my shores, in a single page of my history ? The but I have only one language: the winds raindrops stereotyped themselves on my taught me their vowels; the crags and beaches before a living creature left his the sands schooled me in my rough or footprints there. This horseshoe-crab I smooth consonants. Few words are fling at your feet is of older lineage than mine, but I have whispered them and your Adam, — unless, perhaps, you count sung them and shouted them to men of your Adam as one of his descendants. all tribes from the time when the first What feeling have I for you? Not wild wanderer strayed into my
awful scorn, not hatred, not love, not presence. Have you a grief that gnaws loathing, - No! - indifference, - blank at your heart-strings? Come with it to indifference to you and your affairs : my shore, as of old the priest of farthat is my feeling, say rather absence darting Apollo carried his rage and anof feeling, as regards you. Oh yes, I guish to the margin of the loud-roaring will lap your feet, I will cool you in sea. There, if anywhere, you will forthe hot summer days, I will bear you get your private and short-lived woe, for up in my strong arms, I will rock you my voice speaks to the infinite and the on my rolling undulations, like a babe eternal in your consciousness.' in his cradle. Am I not gentle? Am I not kind ? Am I not harmless ? But “ To him who loves the pages of huhark! The wind is rising, and the wind man history, who listens to the voices and I are rough playmates! What do
What do of the world about him, who frequents you say to my voice now? Do you see the market and the thoroughfare, who my foaming lips? Do you feel the lives in the study of time and its accirocks tremble as my great billows crash dents rather than in the deeper emoagainst them? Is not my anger terrible tions, in abstract speculation and spiritas I dash your argosy, your thunder- ual contemplation, the River addresses bearing frigate, into fragments, as you itself as his natural companion. would crack an eggshell? No, not an- ** Come live with me. I am active, ger ; deaf, blind, unheeding indifference, cheerful, communicative, a natural talk– that is all. Out of me all things arose ; er and story-teller. I am not noisy, like sooner or later, into me all things sub- the ocean, except occasionally when I side. All changes around me; I change am rudely interrupted, or when I stumnot. I look not at you, vain man, and ble and get a fall. When I am silent your frail transitory concerns, save in you can still have pleasure in watching momentary glimpses : I look on the my changing features. My idlest babwhite face of my dead mistress, whom ble, when I am toying with the trifles I follow as the bridegroom follows the that fall in my way, if not very full of bier of her who has changed her nuptial meaning, is at least musical. I am not raiment for the shroud.
a dangerous friend, like the ocean ; no “* Ye whose thoughts are of eternity, highway is absolutely safe, but my nacome dwell at my side. Continents and ture is harmless, and the storms that isles grow old, and waste and disappear. strew the beaches with wrecks cast no The hardest rock crumbles; vegetable ruins upon my flowery borders. Abide and animal kingdoms come into being with me, and you shall not die of thirst, wax great, decline, and perish, to give like the forlorn wretches left to the mer
cies of the pitiless salt waves. Trust city, and is creeping to its grave in the yourself to me, and I will carry you far wide cemetery that buries all things in on your journey, if we are travelling to its tomb of liquid crystal. It is true the same point of the compass. If I that my waters exhale and are renewed sometimes run riot and overflow your from one seasou to another; but are your meadows, I leave fertility behind me features the same, absolutely the same, when I withdraw to my natural channel. from year to year? We both change, Walk by my side toward the place of but we know each other through all my destination. I will keep pace with changes. Am I not mirrored in those
shall feel my presence with eyes of yours? And does not Nature you as that of a self-conscious being like plant me as an eye to behold her beauyourself. You will fiud it hard to be ties while she is dressed in the glories of miserable in my company ; I drain you leaf and flower, and draw the icy lid of ill-conditioned thoughts as I carry over my shining surface when she stands away the refuse of your dwelling and its naked and ashamed in the poverty of grounds.'
“ But to him whom the ocean chills “I have had strange experiences and and crushes with its sullen indifference, sad thoughts in the course of a life not and the river disturbs with its never- very long, but with a record which much pausing and never-ending story, the si- longer lives could not match in incident. lent LAKE shall be a refuge and a place Oftentimes the temptation has come over of rest for his soul.
me with dangerous urgency to try a “ • Vex not yourself with thoughts change of existence, if such change is too vast for your limited faculties, it a part of human destiny, - to seek rest, says ; ‘yield not yourself to the bab- if that is what we gain by laying down blings of the running stream. Leave the the burden of life. I have asked who ocean, which cares nothing for you or would be the friend to whom I should any living thing that walks the solid appeal for the last service I should earth ; leave the river, too busy with its have to call for. Ocean was there, all own errand, too talkative about its own ready, asking no questions, answering affairs, and find peace with me, whose none. What strange voyages, downward smile will cheer you, whose whisper will through its glaucous depths, upwards to soothe you. Come to me when the its boiling and frothing surface, wafted morning sun blazes across my bosom by tides, driven by tempests, disparted like a golden baldric; come to me in the by rude agencies ; one remnant whitenstill midnight, when I hold the invert- ing on the sands of a northern beach, ed firmament like a cup brimming with one perhaps built into the circle of a jewels, nor spill one star of all the con- coral reef in the Pacific, one settling to stellations that float in my ebon goblet. the floor of the vast laboratory where Do you know the charm of melancholy? continents are built, to emerge in far-off Where will you find a sympathy like ages! What strange companions for mine in your hours of sadness? Does my pall-bearers ! Unwieldy sea-monthe ocean share your grief? Does the sters, the stories of which are counted river listen to your sighs ? The salt fables by the spectacled collectors who wave that called to you from under last think their catalogues have exhausted month's full moon to-day is dashing on nature ; naked-eyed creatures, staring, the rocks of Labrador ; the stream that glaring, nightmare-like spectres of the ran by you pure and sparkling has swalı ghastly - green abysses ; pulpy islands. lowed the poisonous refuse of a great with life in gelatinous immensity, –