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| entirely, we should often make enemies of CHAPTER VIII.

friends, give to some credit for qualities which THE PICTURE GALLERY.

they do not possess, and not render to others " And now for the world of arts, the divine, the justice they deserve. fresh, and ever-inspiring arts."

“ Though the study of mankind is man, it is * So you have recovered from your indisposi- not always a pleasing one; nor does it always tion, my dear Inez, and have come to assist me afford satisfaction. But as you are so much inin criticising and admiring-and Mr. Howard, | terested in living pictures-look at this gentletoo; this is a double pleasure.”

man, whose high intellectual forehead and dark "He has been drawn into the snare by the brilliant eye announce at once the man of hope of obtaining a favor from you, Clara.” talent. Yet, how the world makes genius

“ A favor from me! It is granted, if anything weep! That man is truly clothed in the manreasonable, and in my power."

tle of modesty and humility, which is ever the " He is anxious to become better acquainted accompaniment of true genius. Yet this, like with the French and Italian languages," said a veil, is shrouding him from public notice ; Inez, with an arch smile, “ and requested per- while arrogant pretension and shallowness mission to assist me in my daily task. I have of thought are pushed forward as models of referred him to you."

the perfect scholar. He has drudged and toil. "The prospect of having such a pupil,” re-ed on from youth, not for fame, nor to gratify plied Clara, " is so flattering to my vanity, that ambition, but to escape from the bitter sting of I cannot refuse. But come, both of you, and poverty. With a mind enriched with all the admire a painting which I think a perfect treasures of ancient lore-those deep vast mines gem."

which to the wealthy and retired philosopher " I,” said Howard, “am as much amused with would have been funds of perpetual pleasure the living characters I meet in such places, as he has been obliged to pour it forth upon a world anything else. I sometimes wish I had the that has ill requited him. His feelings are too skill of Lavater, that I might read the cha- sensitive, his mind too lofty, to make him fit to racter in the face."

combat with the crowd. He feels that there " And do you think the acquisition of such is little nobleness in pursuing fame to escape knowledge would afford you any pleasure ? from want. All the proud impulses which incite asked Clara. “I haye heard that artists often to glory are checked within his heart, because draw their inferences of the qualities of the he is obliged to exert his energies, not for his mind from external appearances; and phre- own gratification, but to please the herd of nology has unfolded a new and startling system senseless beings who are not capable of underby which, if we were disposed to be guided standing him. How false is the conclusion



that all the light and joyous strains of poetry | turned the attention of Mr. Howard again we meet with, are the emanations from a upon the passing crowd. cheerful heart. Perhaps over many a line “There," said she, pointing to a fine-looking which causes a burst of merriment, the bitter man who stood near; "there is one who tears of the author have fallen.”

unites every talent—the scholar, the states“ It is, indeed, a sad truth,” replied How man and the perfect gentleman-yet I think ard ; " yet the world pretends to reverence, de- he is a pupil of 'nature rather than of books, light in, and reward talent.”

and possesses more general knowledge than "Oh, yes," said Miss Legard, “it reverences, sound learning. He is a philosopher in his delights in, it may be ; but too seldom does it own way: seeks rather to promote the happireward."

ness of man by external comforts, than by in“ You speak feelingly," said Howard, observ- ternal resources. It appears to me that, in oring a deep shade of sadness upon her brow. der to be a great statesman, a man should read

"I speak from experience," replied Clara, a great deal, but he should observe more than sighing. "And if you could see what I have he reads. His mind should be more active scen of the miseries of neglected genius, you than the philosopher's, for he should be capable would agree with me. I yesterday visited the of grasping a great many subjects at once. It family of one of our best authors. The hus is not alone necessary that he consider what is band, the father, sat by the table writing an best for the happiness of this or that individual, essay, by which he hoped to procure a few dol- | but what will benefit the mass. But, above all, lars from a popular magazine, the editor of he must be, like this gentleman, a good speaker. which had already refused several of his arti- The most splendid speech that was ever written, cles; yet, nothing daunted, he was trying will appear tame and spiritless unless delivered again, in hopes that the last might be more with power. True eloquence is a great giftsuccessful. At the same time, I had seen in a rare gift. There are many, very many, who this very magazine a silly tirade, by a would write well, but not one in a hundred who read be genius, which had been already published, or speak well. As in the language of a late and well paid for, by four different papers! | author, Words should be delivered from the Well, there sat the husband at his arduous lips as beautiful coins newly issued from the toil, pale, care-worn, almost exhausted with mint, deeply and accurately impressed, perfatigue, both of body and mind. Bending over fectly finished, neatly struck by the proper a sick infant, and listening with anguish to its organs, distinct, in due succession, and of due deep heavy breathing, was one of the loveliest weight. But grace in eloquence is seldom of earth's creatures ; one who had given her. | found.” self to him in her unshadowed girlhood, and “Well," said Inez, “now that you have diswho still, in poverty and misery, clung to cussed all these grave characters, pray tell him with all the fond devotedness of woman- me who is this lady? Is she not beautithe wife, endeavoring to cheer the drooping ful ?" spirits of her husband : the mother, awaiting “It is Mrs. - one of the sweetest the last struggles of her idolized child! But poetesses of the day, a genius, but not a peenough of this: I am making you as sad as dant; and because she makes so much sport of myself, and this is hardly the time or place the senseless nothings of flattering fools, has to indulge in gloomy reflections."

attained the appellation of coquette. But she "But is it not possible to relieve this amia- is not one in the common acceptation of the ble family without giving offence, or wounding word. She flirts with the crowd because they their feelings ?" asked Howard.

amuse her, not because she takes any real "It has been done,” replied Clara, " by Col. pleasure in their society. She is a perfect Stanbrook; and—nay, turn not away from well visionary, and lives more in the realms of imdeserved praise our little Inez here, who would agination than in the realities of life. She loves not let the old gentleman rest until she had admiration: not such as is drawn from the idle wheedled a hundred dollars out of him." and frivolous, but from the gifted and noble

Well might Inez turn away, and veil her minded. Above all, she despises those who are eyes from the admiring gaze that was fixed upon continually praising her beauty." her; and with a heart throbbing with tumul-! «That is rare in a lady," said Howard, tous feelings she hastened to change the con- smiling. versation, and Clara 'perceiving her confusion, “Not in a sensible one,” replied Clara.

"We have quite forgotten the picture you "How can I know anything, unless you tell spoke of,” said Inez. “Pray, where is me who is your supposed original ?" it ?"

Howard turned and looked at his companion, “On the other side of the room. If we can who, half conscious of his meaning, and yet in only force our way through the crowd, I will utter amazement at the sight of a portrait for show you, Mr. Howard, the brightest face you which she had never sat, could only turn to ever looked upon."

Clara for an explanation of what appeared to "I doubt it," replied Howard, fixing his deep, her so mysterious earnest gaze upon the variable countenance of “Then you do recognize a likeness, Mr. Inez. “I doubt it, if it is only a picture, and Howard ? The artist could not have received not a reality.”

a higher compliment, since it was taken in the “You will almost imagine it reality,” an | absence of the individual, and without her swered Clara. " There seems nothing wanting knowledge." in it but the power of speech. The figure | “But, how — where—when, dear Clara ?» seems starting forward, as if to embrace some asked Inez, deeply blushing, and yet feeling object of affection, and," she continued, as they that it would be affectation to pretend ignoapproached the subject of her remarks, " look rance that the picture was intended for herat those half-parted lips! and the dim- self. pling smiles around the lovely mouth, and the “Do you recollect you entreated me, not clear glowing cheek, and, more than all, the long ago, to think of some present that might dark, beautiful eyes! What a depth of feeling be acceptable to the dear old Colonel, your best is displayed in their expression! Is she not a friend and benefactor, as you call him: someglorious creature ? One for whose love the thing that would surprise and please him at knights of old might have shivered lances, and the same time? Well, I cast round in my the poets of the present day gone mad in mind for some way of assisting you. At length, adoring. A creature calculated to create with the aid of your miniature, and the assissmiles even on the stern face of a stoic; and tance of a good artist, I managed to procure to tease the very heart and soul out of a sensi- this beautiful picture ; and we together arrayed ble man ?

and ornamented you, you see, according to our The portrait was, indeed, that of a young own taste." girl in the first blush of womanhood. A bright, “And never was taste better displayed !” intelligent, animated creature. Her snow-white said Howard. muslin dress was thrown back sufficiently from “And what will the Colonel think of it ?» the throat to reveal a neck and shoulders of said Inez, unconsciously gazing at her own exquisite symmetry. Her soft, undulating figure lovely self, a shade of thought passing over her was half veiled under a cloud of transparent face. gauze, which, fastened in the braided hair at “What will he think of it ?" answered Clara, the back of her head, fell in light folds over smiling. "Why, he will think that his little her shoulders : a fine relief to the sombre back- peri-his pet—his spoiled child, as he calls you, ground of the picture.' A rich India shawl is actually running towards him to congratulate lay carelessly upon the shoulders, and fell over him on the return of his birth-day." each arm. And then those arms! so white, so “But he may think it presumptuous in me,” soft, so round! And those small, perfect hands, said Inez, still more thoughtfully, “ to present lying so sweetly over each other, giving a look him with my portrait; especially as he has two of quiet repose to the whole form, which the handsome nieces of his own, whose pictures sparkling eyes, blushing cheek, and parted are not there." smiling lips so sweetly contradicted. The “I did not think of that, to be sure," replied lovely girl seemed about to step out of the Clara, while there was rather an equivocal frame, and answer in person the admiring gaze smile on her lip: a peculiar meaning in her and rapturous encomiums of the spectator. eye, and she seemed to long to give utterance

“I never saw a more admirable likeness," to some remark which, upon second thought, exclaimed Howard.

she suppressed. “Then, what shall we do with “A likeness ! likeness of whom ?" asked this unfortunate picture? It cannot stay Clara, smiling.

here." “Can you ask? Do you not know? It is "Give it to me! Give it to me!" exclaimed impossible there should be any mistake !" i Howard, eagerly.

The arm of Inez trembled in his own, and of giving way to vague conjectures, what she attempted to withdraw it lest he should misery might be spared! Truth-franknessobserve her agitation. But Howard seized confidence-ye are rare virtues! Yet the that small trembling hand, and pressed it in young too often shun ye-too often delight in his own, while he continued to urge his request, mystery. Our heroine neither shunned the one, Clara caught the imploring glance of Inez, in nor delighted in the other, but she had once which maiden modesty was contending with loved the original of that picture with all the new and powerful feelings. She understood fervor of her soul. To prove him unworthy of that beseeching look, and the slight shake of that love, had been the greatest pang ever the head, and immediately answered: “ No, inflicted upon the heart of the sensitive girl. no, Mr. Howard. If my picture is rejected by Reason and reflection had convinced her that the one for whom it was intended, I claim it between her own pure heart and a mere man myself, as my own special property. I prize of the world, however handsome, fascinating, even the shadow of my dear Inez too well, to or talented, there could be no sympathy. He part with it except for some particular pur- who could sport with the feelings of others-pose."

he who could laugh at all law, both moral and " And do you think I should not prize it as divine, that kept a restraint over the passions much as you ?" said Howard, in rather a re- and inclination — he who could consider proachful tone.

woman only as a toy for idle hours, like the "Let us go on to the next room," said Inez, despots of the East, who have no idea that much embarrassed.

women are gifted with souls to be saved or lost Clara, pitying her confusion, immediately! -he who could sever the dearest ties to concomplied.

tribute to his own private gratification-he Near the door hung the portrait of a very who cared not for a husband's vengeance, a handsome man, painted by one of our best father's or mother's agony, a brothers or sisartists. Howard paused to admire it. Inez ter’s grief-such a being could not long have bad just then turned aside to greet an acquaint- influence over the heart and mind of Inez ance. After a few words had passed between Laurence : and yet she alone had power the parties, she was walking on, when Howard

“ To still directed her attention to the portrait.

The busy demon in his heart, and mold him to her will." • What beautiful eyes the original of that Maddened by her grace and beauty, enportrait must have,” said he. " But, then, slaved by her thousand attractions of heart there is something peculiar about the mouth, and mind, Edward Hofland acknowledged hima sinister und scornful smile, as of one who self at length defeated, and knelt in passionate understands the world and despises it. Do admiration at the shrine of this new goddess. you not think so ?''

Inez was at first attracted by his talent, and Whatever Inez thought, she said nothing; admired his heroic beauty and accomplishfor at sight of this picture, she turned so dead- ments. He told her that, though he had been ly pale that Howard thought she was going to often led astray by the allurements of beauty, faint. At first he attributed it to the heat of he had never till then found an object to fill the room. But the shrinking of her while his whole soul. That she, and she alone, figure, her evident agitation, the instant with- would be able to fix his affections. It was thus drawal of her eyes after the first glance, con- | he spoke, and Inez at first listened and believvinced him there was something more in it. eu. But soon, too, too soon, came the assurance He felt uneasy, he scarcely knew why. A that he was not worthy of her regard. Then second look at the portrait convinced him that fell the bitter tears of the young warm-hearted the original was one who, once seen, could girl at the conviction of his baseness. Then never be forgotten. Inez must know that was her soul roused to indignation, that he original, and his thoughts reverted back to should presume to solicit her love while his their first acquaintance, when a word from heart was so corrupted, so stained with the Cornelia Stanbrook had called up the vivid vices of the world. blushes in the cheek of Inez, and her evasion Inez had but one confidant—that was Miss of the cause.

Legard. To her she told all, and her advice Suspicion! how often has thy baneful influ- was immediately to discourage his visits. It ence cast a blight over earth's fairest flowers! was done. His letters came, and were returnCould we pause to consider the consequences ed unopened. The sudden and unexpected.

sight of that portrait, so true to the life, for a door-ways, and the fatigue of standing; and yet moment startled and confused her. She had the closed entrance to this particular box not the art of many in this world, of repressing remained the same. emotion. Her face was like a clear mirror, The curtain had risen. Jewels flashed from that reflected every feeling of her soul; and if the splendidly attired circles, and bright eyes a few doubts and surmises still lingered in the turned upon the stage, awaiting with ill-conmind of Howard, they passed away as the cealed anxiety the appearance of the bright usual serenity of her countenance returned particular star hired to contribute to their

“What a splendid landscape, by Cole!” ex- amusement. Lesser objects of attraction came claimed Clara, withdrawing their attention and went in the drama, scarcely noticed, or from each other, and fixing it upon the objects received with low hisses or vulgar criticism. which excited her admiration. "Look at the At length, amid a loud burst of applause, depth of shadow in those woods. The per- Miss. — appeared upon the stage; and, at spective is perfect; and then the water, now the same moment, a noise and bustle in one lying bold and clear in the broad sunshine, direction announced that the long vacant box now stealing along by the high banks, or peep- was at length tenanted. ing in and out of the cavities in the rocks as if Cornelia Stanbrook, the foremost of the disit were tired of sport, and seeking a hiding tinguished group, flung her splendid cashmere place. We can almost imagine that we see upon the arm of Allan Graham, and took her the motion of that stag as it tosses its proud seat in front. Mrs. Fortescue, Mrs. Beauantlers, after drinking of the clear stream.mont, and their daughters, took one side, and Cole is a true lover of nature. He seizes upon Mrs. Lennox, Laura, and the Misses Lindsay its greatest beauties with the imagination of the other. The gentlemen of the party re. a poet, and the skill of a painter. His con- mained standing, or lounging against the sides ceptions of the truly picturesque are not grand, of the box. The actress, somewhat interrupted but they are beautiful. His pictures may in her part by the commotion they made, want sublimity, but they are never wanting in raised her dark eyes in that direction, but imrural beauty. The lake, the glen, the moun-mediately after courtesied to the noisy applause tain, are brought before our mental vision with made by Beaumont, and echoed on all sides. all the force of reality.

The play was “The Wife," by Sheridan Knowles. At the question put to Marianna, after the relation of her affecting story, “And is your love the same ?" and her reply—those

few words so thrilling, so significant, "Am I CHAPTER IX.

the same ?" Graham pressed his hand upon THE THEATRE.

his throbbing forehead, and, heedless of the A CELEBRATED actress was in the full zenith gay company around him, seemed wrapt in his of her fame, and the most recherché and own troubled thoughts. Cornelia Stanbrook, fashionable audience the Park had ever ex- proud of securing in her chains the most elehibited, were assembled to witness her last gant and talented man of the day, occasionally performance previous to her departure for addressed to him some remark upon the perEurope. Every corner was filled-boxes, gal- formance of the piece, to which he replied leries, pit, crowded to overflowing. One pri- mechanically, as if his thoughts were far away. vate box alone still remained unoccupied, and Happily his emotion was unnoticed or unheedthis was reserved for a set of exclusives, who ed. The play went on, and the fashionables had hired it at an enormous price, and who, applauded, not the beautiful sentiments of the determined that nothing plebeian should come author, but the performance of the actors and in contact with their gentility, had stipulated actresses. that none but their own party should be ad-! “She speaks as if she felt all she said,” obmitted. Tickets had been difficult to procure served Beaumont. on this particular night, and many whose “With good reason, for I understand she is claims to distinction were undoubted, and in love with somebody," said Mrs. Seymour. whose purse strings easily opened to procure “A hopeless love, I imagine,” said Mrs. luxuries unknown to one-half the world, were Lindsay, “ for it makes her appear so melan. content to obtain a view of the scene by suffer- choly." ing for two mortal hours a squeeze in the ! “Oh, that is all affectation,” remarked Cor

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