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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FALKLAND, BY LYTTON, V3 ***
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+FALKLAND
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+By Edward Bulwer-Lytton
+
+
+BOOK III.
+
+EXTRACTS FROM THE JOURNAL OF LADY EMILY MANDEVILLE.
+
+Friday.--Julia is here, and so kind!  She has not mentioned his name, but
+she sighed so deeply when she saw my pale and sunken countenance, that I
+threw myself into her arms and cried like a child.  We had no need of
+other explanation: those tears spoke at once my confession and my
+repentance.  No letter from him for several days!  Surely he is not ill!
+how miserable that thought makes me!
+
+Saturday.--A note has just been brought me from him.  He is come
+back-here!  Good heavens!  how very imprudent!  I am so agitated that I
+can write no more.
+
+Sunday.--I have seen him!  Let me repeat that sentence--I have seen him.
+Oh that moment! did it not atone for all that I have suffered?  I dare
+not write everything he said, but he wished me to fly with him--him--what
+happiness, yet what guilt, in the very thought!  Oh! this foolish heart
+--would that it might break!  I feel too well the sophistry of his
+arguments, and yet I cannot resist them.  He seems to have thrown a spell
+over me, which precludes even the effort to escape.
+
+Monday.--Mr. Mandeville has asked several people in the country to dine
+here to-morrow, and there is to be a ball in the evening.  Falkland is of
+course invited.  We shall meet then, and how?  I have been so little
+accustomed to disguise my feelings, that I quite tremble to meet him with
+so many witnesses around.  Mr. Mandeville has been so harsh to me to-day;
+if Falkland ever looked at me so, or ever said one such word, my heart
+would indeed break.  What is it Alfieri says about the two demons to whom
+he is for ever a prey?  "_La mente e il cor in perpetua lite_."  Alas!
+at times I start from my reveries with such a keen sense of agony and
+shame!  How, how am I fallen!
+
+Tuesday.--He is to come here to-day and I shall see him!
+
+Wednesday morning.--The night is over, thank Heaven!  Falkland came late
+to dinner: every one else was assembled.  How gracefully he entered! how
+superior he seemed to all the crowd that stood around him!  He appeared
+as if he were resolved to exert powers which he had disdained before.  He
+entered into the conversation, not only with such brilliancy, but with
+such a blandness and courtesy of manner!  There was no scorn on his lip,
+no haughtiness on his forehead--nothing which showed him for a moment
+conscious of his immeasurable superiority over every one present.  After
+dinner, as we retired, I caught his eyes.  What volumes they told! and
+then I had to listen to his praises, and say nothing.  I felt angry even
+in my pleasure.  Who but I had a right to speak of him so well!
+
+The ball came on: I felt languid and dispirited.  Falkland did not dance.
+He sat: himself by me--he urged me to--O God!  O God! would that I were
+dead!
+
+
+
+FROM ERASMUS FALKLAND, ESQ., TO LADY EMILY MANDEVILLE.
+
+How are you this morning, my adored friend?  You seemed pale and ill when
+we parted last night, and I shall be so unhappy till I hear something of
+you.  Oh, Emily, when you listened to me with those tearful and downcast
+looks; when I saw your bosom heave at every word which I whispered in
+your ear; when, as I accidentally touched your hand, I felt it tremble
+beneath my own; oh! was there nothing in those moments at your heart
+which pleaded for me more eloquently than words?  Pure and holy as you
+are, you know not, it is true, the feelings which burn and madden in me.
+When you are beside me, your hand, if it trembles, is not on fire, your
+voice, if it is more subdued, does not falter with the emotions it dares
+not express: your heart is not like mine, devoured by a parching and
+wasting flame: your sleep is not turned by restless and turbulent dreams
+from the healthful renewal, into the very consumer, of life.  No, Emily!
+God forbid that you should feel the guilt, the agony which preys upon me;
+but, at least, in the fond and gentle tenderness of your heart, there
+must be a voice you find it difficult to silence.  Amidst all the
+fictitious ties and fascinations of art, you cannot dismiss from your
+bosom the unconquerable impulse of nature.  What is it you fear?--you
+will answer, disgrace!  But can you feel it, Emily, when you share it
+with me?  Believe me that the love which is nursed through shame and
+sorrow is of a deeper and holier nature than that which is reared in
+pride, fostered in joy.  But, if not shame, it is guilt, perhaps, which
+you dread?  Are you then so innocent now?  The adultery of the heart is
+no less a crime than that of the deed; and--yet I will not deceive you--
+it is guilt to which I tempt you!--it is a fall from the proud eminence
+you hold now.  I grant this, and I offer you nothing in recompense but my
+love.  If you loved like me, you would feel that it was something of
+pride--of triumph--to dare all things, even crime, for the one to whom
+all things are as nought!  As for me, I know that if a voice from Heaven
+told me to desert you, I would only clasp you the closer to my heart!
+
+I tell you, my own love, that when your hand is in mine, when your head
+rests upon my bosom, when those soft and thrilling eyes shall be fixed
+upon my own, when every sigh shall be mingled with my breath, and every
+tear be kissed away at the very instant it rises from its source--I tell
+you that then you shall only feel that every pang of the past, and every
+fear for the future, shall be but a new link to bind us the firmer to
+each other.  Emily, my life, my love, you cannot, if you would, desert
+me.  Who can separate the waters which are once united, or divide the
+hearts which have met and mingled into one?
+
+
+Since they had once more met, it will be perceived that Falkland had
+adopted a new tone in expressing his passion to Emily.  In the book of
+guilt another page, branded in a deeper and more burning character, had
+been turned.  He lost no opportunity of summoning the earthlier emotions
+to the support of his cause.  He wooed her fancy with the golden language
+of poetry, and strove to arouse the latent feelings of her sex by the
+soft magic of his voice, and the passionate meaning it conveyed.  But at
+times there came over him a deep and keen sentiment of remorse; and even,
+as his experienced and practised eye saw the moment of his triumph
+approach, he felt that the success he was hazarding his own soul and hers
+to obtain, might bring him a momentary transport, but not a permanent
+happiness.  There is always this difference in the love of women and of
+men; that in the former, when once admitted, it engrosses all the sources
+of thought, and excludes every object but itself; but in the latter, it
+is shared with all the former reflections and feelings which the past yet
+bequeaths us, and can neither (however powerful be its nature) constitute
+the whole of our happiness or woe.  The love of man in his maturer years
+is not indeed so much a new emotion, as a revival and concentration of
+all his departed affections to others; and the deep and intense nature of
+Falkland's passion for Emily was linked with the recollections of
+whatever he had formerly cherished as tender or dear; it touched--
+it awoke a long chain of young and enthusiastic feelings, which arose,
+perhaps, the fresher from their slumber.  Who, when he turns to recall
+his first and fondest associations; when he throws off, one by one, the
+layers of earth and stone which have grown and hardened over the records
+of the past: who has not been surprised to discover how fresh and
+unimpaired those buried treasures rise again upon his heart?  They have
+been laid up in the storehouse of Time; they have not perished; their
+very concealment has preserved them! _We remove the lava, and the world
+of a gone day is before us_!
+
+The evening of the day on which Falkland had written the above letter was
+rude and stormy.  The various streams with which the country abounded
+were swelled by late rains into an unwonted rapidity and breadth; and
+their voices blended with the rushing sound of the winds, and the distant
+roll of the thunder, which began at last sullenly to subside.  The whole
+of the scene around L------ was of that savage yet sublime character,
+which suited well with the wrath of the aroused elements.  Dark woods,
+large tracts of unenclosed heath, abrupt variations of hill and vale, and
+a dim and broken outline beyond of uninterrupted mountains, formed the
+great features of that romantic country.
+
+It was filled with the recollections of his youth, and of the wild
+delight which he took then in the convulsions and varieties of nature,
+that Falkland roamed abroad that evening.  The dim shadows of years,
+crowded with concealed events and corroding reflections, all gathered
+around his mind, and the gloom and tempest of the night came over him
+like the sympathy of a friend.
+
+He passed a group of terrified peasants; they were cowering under a tree.
+The oldest hid his head and shuddered; but the youngest looked steadily
+at the lightning which played at fitful intervals over the mountain
+stream that rushed rapidly by their feet.  Falkland stood beside them
+unnoticed and silent, with folded arms and a scornful lip.  To him,
+nature, heaven, earth had nothing for fear, and everything for
+reflection.  In youth, thought he (as he contrasted the fear felt at one
+period of life with the indifference at another), there are so many
+objects to divide and distract life, that we are scarcely sensible of the
+collected conviction that we live.  We lose the sense of what is by
+thinking rather of what is to be.  But the old, who have no future to
+expect, are more vividly alive to the present, and they feel death more,
+because they have a more settled and perfect impression of existence.
+
+He left the group, and went on alone by the margin of the winding and
+swelling stream.  "It is (said a certain philosopher) in the conflicts of
+Nature that man most feels his littleness."  Like all general maxims,
+this is only partially true.  The mind, which takes its first ideas from
+perception, must take also its tone from the character of the objects
+perceived.  In mingling our spirits with the great elements, we partake
+of their sublimity; we awaken thought from the secret depths where it had
+lain concealed; our feelings are too excited to remain riveted to
+ourselves; they blend with the mighty powers which are abroad; and as, in
+the agitations of men, the individual arouses from himself to become a
+part of the crowd, so in the convulsions of nature we are equally
+awakened from the littleness of self, to be lost in the grandeur of the
+conflict by which we are surrounded.
+
+Falkland still continued to track the stream: it wound its way through
+Mandeville's grounds, and broadened at last into the lake which was so
+consecrated to his recollections.  He paused at that spot for some
+moments, looking carelessly over the wide expanse of waters, now dark as
+night, and now flashing into one mighty plain of fire beneath the
+coruscations of the lightning.  The clouds swept on in massy columns,
+dark and aspiring-veiling, while they rolled up to, the great heavens,
+like the shadows of human doubt.  Oh! weak, weak was that dogma of the
+philosopher!  There is a pride in the storm which, according to his
+doctrine, would debase us; a stirring music in its roar; even a savage
+joy in its destruction: for we can exult in a defiance of its power, even
+while we share in its triumphs, in a consciousness of a superior spirit
+within us to that which is around.  We can mock at the fury of the
+elements, for they are less terrible than the passions of the heart; at
+the devastations of the awful skies, for they are less desolating than
+the wrath of man; at the convulsions of that surrounding nature which has
+no peril, no terror to the soul, which is more indestructible and eternal
+than itself.  Falkland turned towards the house which contained his
+world; and as the lightning revealed at intervals the white columns of
+the porch, and wrapt in sheets of fire, like a spectral throng, the tall
+and waving trees by which it was encircled, and then as suddenly ceased,
+and "the jaws of darkness" devoured up the scene; he compared, with that
+bitter alchymy of feeling which resolves all into one crucible of
+thought, those alternations of sight and shadow to the history of his own
+guilty love--that passion whose birth was the womb of Night; shrouded in
+darkness, surrounded by storms, and receiving only from the angry heavens
+a momentary brilliance, more terrible than its customary gloom.
+
+As he entered the saloon, Lady Margaret advanced towards him.  "My dear
+Falkland," said she, "how good it is in you to come in such a night.  We
+have been watching the skies till Emily grew terrified at the lightning;
+formerly it did not alarm her."  And Lady Margaret turned, utterly
+unconscious of the reproach she had conveyed, towards Emily.
+
+Did not Falkland's look turn also to that spot?  Lady Emily was sitting
+by the harp which Mrs. St. John appeared to be most seriously employed
+in tuning: her countenance was bent downwards, and burning beneath the
+blushes called forth by the gaze which she felt was upon her.
+
+There was in Falkland's character a peculiar dislike to all outward
+display of less worldly emotions.  He had none of the vanity most men
+have in conquest; he would not have had any human being know that he was
+loved.  He was right!  No altar should be so unseen and inviolable as the
+human heart!  He saw at once and relieved the embarrassment he had
+caused.  With the remarkable fascination and grace of manner so
+peculiarly his own, he made his excuses to Lady Margaret of his
+disordered dress; he charmed his uncle, Don Alphonso, with a quotation
+from Lope de Vega; he inquired tenderly of Mrs. Dalton touching the
+health of her Italian greyhound; and then, nor till then--he ventured to
+approach Emily, and speak to her in that soft tone, which, like a fairy
+language, is understood only by the person it addresses.  Mrs. St.  John
+rose and left the harp; Falkland took her seat.  He bent down to whisper
+Emily.  His long hair touched her cheek! it was still wet with the night
+dew.  She looked up as she felt it, and met his gaze: better had it been
+to have lost earth than to have drunk the soul's poison from that eye
+when it tempted to sin.
+
+Mrs. St. John stood at some distance: Don Alphonso was speaking to her
+of his nephew, and of his hopes of ultimately gaining him to the cause
+of his mother's country.  "See you not," said Mrs. St. John, and her
+colour went and came, "that while he has such attractions to detain him,
+your hopes are in vain?"  "What mean you?"  replied the Spaniard; but his
+eye had followed the direction she had given it, and the question came
+only from his lips.  Mrs. St. John drew him to a still remoter corner of
+the room, and it was in the conversation that then ensued between them,
+that they agreed to unite for the purpose of separating Emily from her
+lover--"I to save my friend," said Mrs. St. John, "and you your kinsman."
+Thus is it with human virtue:--the fair show and the good deed
+without--the one eternal motive of selfishness within.  During the
+Spaniard's visit at E------, he had seen enough of Falkland to perceive
+the great consequence he might, from his perfect knowledge of the Spanish
+language, from his singular powers, and, above all, from his command of
+wealth, be to the cause of that party he himself had adopted.  His aim,
+therefore, was now no longer confined to procuring Falkland's goodwill
+and aim at home: he hoped to secure his personal assistance in Spain: and
+he willingly coincided with Mrs. St. John in detaching his nephew from a
+tie so likely to detain him from that service to which Alphonso wished he
+should be pledged.
+
+Mandeville had left E------ that morning: he suspected nothing of Emily's
+attachment.  This, on his part, was Bulwer, less confidence than
+indifference.  He was one of those persons who have no existence separate
+from their own: his senses all turned inwards; they reproduced
+selfishness.  Even the House of Commons was only an object of interest,
+because he imagined it a part of him, not he of it.  He said, with the
+insect on the wheel, "Admire our rapidity."  But did the defects of his
+character remove Lady Emily's guilt?  No! and this, at times, was her
+bitterest conviction.  Whoever turns to these pages for an apology for
+sin will be mistaken.  They contain the burning records of its
+sufferings, its repentance, and its doom.  If there be one crime in
+the history of woman worse than another, it is adultery.  It is, in fact,
+the only crime to which, in ordinary life, she is exposed.  Man has a
+thousand temptations to sin--woman has but one; if she cannot resist it,
+she has no claim upon our mercy.  The heavens are just!  Her own guilt is
+her punishment!  Should these pages, at this moment, meet the eyes of one
+who has become the centre of a circle of disgrace--the contaminator of
+her house--the dishonour of her children,--no matter what the excuse for
+her crime--no matter what the exchange of her station--in the very arms
+of her lover, in the very cincture of the new ties which she has chosen
+--I call upon her to answer me if the fondest moments of rapture are free
+from humiliation, though they have forgotten remorse; and if the passion
+itself of her lover has not become no less the penalty than the
+recompense of her guilt?  But at that hour of which I now write, there
+was neither in Emily's heart, nor in that of her seducer, any
+recollection of their sin.  Those hearts were too full for thought--they
+had forgotten everything but each other.  Their love was their creation:
+beyond all was night--chaos--nothing!
+
+Lady Margaret approached them.  "You will sing to us, Emily, to-night?
+it is so long since we have heard you!"  It was in vain that Emily tried
+--her voice failed.  She looked at Falkland, and could scarcely restrain
+her tears.  She had not yet learned the latest art which sin teaches
+us-its concealment!  "I will supply Lady Emily's place," said Falkland.
+His voice was calm, and his brow serene the world had left nothing for
+him to learn.  "Will you play the air," he said to Mrs. St.  John, "that
+you gave us some nights ago?  I will furnish the words."  Mrs. St. John's
+hand trembled as she obeyed.
+
+
+                               SONG.
+
+               1.
+               Ah, let us love while yet we may,
+               Our summer is decaying;
+               And woe to hearts which, in their gray
+               December, go a-maying.
+
+               2.
+               Ah, let us love, while of the fire
+               Time hath not yet bereft us
+               With years our warmer thoughts expire,
+               Till only ice is left us!
+
+               3.
+               We'll fly the bleak world's bitter air
+               A brighter home shall win us;
+               And if our hearts grow weary there,
+               We'll find a world within us.
+
+               4.
+               They preach that passion fades each hour,
+               That nought will pall like pleasure;
+               My bee, if Love's so frail a flower,
+               Oh, haste to hive its treasure.
+
+               5.
+               Wait not the hour, when all the mind
+               Shall to the crowd be given;
+               For links, which to the million bind,
+               Shall from the one be riven.
+
+               6.
+               But let us love while yet we may
+               Our summer is decaying;
+               And woe to hearts which, in their gray
+               December, go a-maying.
+
+
+The next day Emily rose ill and feverish.  In the absence of Falkland,
+her mind always awoke to the full sense of the guilt she had incurred.
+She had been brought up in the strictest, even the most fastidious,
+principles; and her nature was so pure, that merely to err appeared like
+a change in existence--like an entrance into some new and unknown world,
+from which she shrank back, in terror, to herself.
+
+Judge, then, if she easily habituated her mind to its present
+degradation.  She sat, that morning, pale and listless; her book lay
+unopened before her; her eyes were fixed upon the ground, heavy with
+suppressed tears.  Mrs. St. John entered: no one else was in the room.
+She sat by her, and took her hand.  Her countenance was scarcely less
+colourless than Emily's, but its expression was more calm and composed.
+"It is not too late, Emily," she said; "you have done much that you
+should repent--nothing to render repentance unavailing.  Forgive me, if I
+speak to you on this subject.  It is time--in a few days your fate will
+be decided.  I have looked on, though hitherto I have been silent: I have
+witnessed that eye when it dwelt upon you; I have heard that voice when
+it spoke to your heart.  None ever resisted their influence long: do you
+imagine that you are the first who have found the power?  Pardon me,
+pardon me, I beseech you, my dearest friend, if I pain you.  I have known
+you from your childhood, and I only wish to preserve you spotless to your
+old age."
+
+Emily wept, without replying.  Mrs. St. John continued to argue and
+expostulate.  What is so wavering as passion?  When, at last, Mrs. St.
+John ceased, and Emily shed upon her bosom the hot tears of her anguish
+and repentance, she imagined that her resolution was taken, and that she
+could almost have vowed an eternal separation from her lover; Falkland
+came that evening, and she loved him more madly than before.
+
+Mrs. St. John was not in the saloon when Falkland entered.  Lady Margaret
+was reading the well-known story of Lady T----- and the Duchess of  ---,
+in which an agreement had been made and kept, that the one who died first
+should return once more to the survivor.  As Lady Margaret spoke
+laughingly of the anecdote, Emily, who was watching Falkland's
+countenance, was struck with the dark and sudden shade which fell over
+it.  He moved in silence towards the window where Emily was sitting.  "Do
+you believe," she said, with a faint smile, "in the possibility of such
+an event?"  "I believe--though I reject--nothing!" replied Falkland, "but
+I would give worlds for such a proof that death does not destroy."
+"Surely," said Emily, "you do not deny that evidence of our immortality
+which we gather from the Scriptures?--are they not all that a voice from
+the dead could be?"  Falkland was silent for a few moments: he did not
+seem to hear the question; his eyes dwelt upon vacancy; and when he at
+last spoke, it was rather in commune with himself than in answer to her.
+"I have watched," said he, in a low internal tone, "over the tomb: I have
+called, in the agony of my heart, unto her--who slept beneath; I would
+have dissolved my very soul into a spell, could it have summoned before
+me for one, one moment the being who had once been the spirit of my life!
+I have been, as it were, entranced with the intensity of my own
+adjuration; I have gazed upon the empty air, and worked upon my mind to
+fill it with imaginings; I have called aloud unto the winds and tasked my
+soul to waken their silence to reply.  All was a waste--a stillness--an
+infinity--without a wanderer or a voice!  The dead answered me not, when
+I invoked them; and in the vigils of the still night I looked from the
+rank grass and the mouldering stones to the Eternal Heavens, as man looks
+from decay to immortality!  Oh! that awful magnificence of repose--that
+living sleep--that breathing yet unrevealing divinity, spread over those
+still worlds!  To them also I poured my thoughts--but in a whisper.  I
+did not dare to breathe aloud the unhallowed anguish of my mind to the
+majesty of the unsympathising stars!  In the vast order of creation--in
+the midst of the stupendous system of universal life, my doubt and
+inquiry were murmured forth--a voice crying in the wilderness and
+returning without an echo unanswered unto myself!"
+
+The deep light of the summer moon shone over Falkland's countenance,
+which Emily gazed on, as she listened, almost tremblingly, to his words.
+His brow was knit and hueless, and the large drops gathered slowly over
+it, as if wrung from the strained yet impotent tension of the thoughts
+within.  Emily drew nearer to him--she laid her hand upon his own.
+"Listen to me," she said: "if a herald from the grave could satisfy your
+doubt, I would gladly die that I might return to you!"  "Beware," said
+Falkland, with an agitated but solemn voice; "the words, now so lightly
+spoken, may be registered on high."  "Be it so!"  replied Emily firmly,
+and she felt what she said.  Her love penetrated beyond the tomb, and she
+would have forfeited all here for their union hereafter.
+
+"In my earliest youth," said Falkland, more calmly than he had yet
+spoken, "I found in the present and the past of this world enough to
+direct my attention to the futurity of another: if I did not credit all
+with the enthusiast, I had no sympathies with the scorner: I sat myself
+down to examine and reflect: I pored alike over the pages of the
+philosopher and the theologian; I was neither baffled by the subtleties
+nor deterred by the contradictions of either.  As men first ascertained
+the geography of the earth by observing the signs of the heavens, I did
+homage to the Unknown God, and sought from that worship to inquire into
+the reasonings of mankind.  I did not confine myself to books--all things
+breathing or inanimate constituted my study.  From death itself I
+endeavoured to extract its secret; and whole nights I have sat in the
+crowded asylums of the dying, watching the last spark flutter and decay.
+Men die away as in sleep, without effort, or struggle, or emotion.  I
+have looked on their countenances a moment before death, and the serenity
+of repose was upon them, waxing only more deep as it approached that
+slumber which, is never broken: the breath grew gentler and gentler, till
+the lips it came from fell from each other, and all was hushed; the light
+had departed from the cloud, but the cloud itself, gray, cold, altered as
+it seemed, was as before.  They died and made no sign.  They had left the
+labyrinth without bequeathing us its clew.  It is in vain that I have
+sent my spirit into the land of shadows--it has borne back no witnesses
+of its inquiry.  As Newton said of himself, 'I picked up a few shells by
+the seashore, but the great ocean of truth lay undiscovered before me.'"
+
+There was a long pause.  Lady Margaret had sat down to chess with the
+Spaniard.  No look was upon the lovers: their eyes met, and with that one
+glance the whole current of their thoughts was changed.  The blood, which
+a moment before had left Falkland's cheek so colourless, rushed back to
+it again.  The love which had so penetrated and pervaded his whole
+system, and which abstruser and colder reflection had just calmed,
+thrilled through his frame with redoubled power.  As if by an involuntary
+and mutual impulse, their lips met: he threw his arm round her; he
+strained her to his bosom.  "Dark as my thoughts are," he whispered,
+"evil as has been my life, will you not yet soothe the one, and guide the
+other?  My Emily! my love! the Heaven to the tumultuous ocean of my
+heart--will you not be mine--mine only--wholly--and for ever?"  She did
+not answer--she did not turn from his embrace.  Her cheek flushed as his
+breath stole over it, and her bosom heaved beneath the arm which
+encircled that empire so devoted to him.  "Speak one word, only one
+word," he continued to whisper: "will you not be mine?  Are you not mine
+at heart even at this moment?"  Her head sank upon his bosom.  Those deep
+and eloquent eyes looked up to his through their dark lashes.  "I will be
+yours," she murmured:  "I am at your mercy; I have no longer any
+existence but in you.  My only fear is, that I shall cease to be worthy
+of your love!"
+
+Falkland pressed his lips once more to her own: it was his only answer,
+and the last seal to their compact.  As they stood before the open
+lattice, the still and unconscious moon looked down upon that record of
+guilt.  There was not a cloud in the heaven to dim her purity: the very
+winds of night had hushed themselves to do her homage: all was silent but
+their hearts.  They stood beneath the calm and holy skies, a guilty and
+devoted pair--a fearful contrast of the sin and turbulence of this
+unquiet earth to the passionless serenity of the eternal heaven.  The
+same stars, that for thousands of unfathomed years had looked upon the
+changes of this nether world, gleamed pale, and pure, and steadfast upon
+their burning but transitory vow.  In a few years what of the
+condemnation or the recorders of that vow would remain?  From other lips,
+on that spot, other oaths might be plighted; new pledges of unchangeable
+fidelity exchanged: and, year after year, in each succession of scene and
+time, the same stars will look from the mystery of their untracked and
+impenetrable home, to mock, as now, with their immutability, the
+variations and shadows of mankind!
+
+
+
+FROM ERASMUS FALKLAND, ESQ., TO LADY EMILY MANDEVILLE.
+
+At length, then, you are to be mine--you have consented to fly with me.
+In three days we shall leave this country, and have no home--no world but
+in each other.  We will go, my Emily, to those golden lands where Nature,
+the only companion we will suffer, woos us, like a mother, to find our
+asylum in her breast; where the breezes are languid beneath the passion
+of the voluptuous skies; and where the purple light that invests all
+things with its glory is only less tender and consecrating than the
+spirit which we bring.  Is there not, my Emily, in the external nature
+which reigns over creation, and that human nature centred in ourselves,
+some secret and undefinable intelligence and attraction?  Are not the
+impressions of the former as spells over the passions of the later? and
+in gazing upon the loveliness around us, do we not gather, as it were,
+and store within our hearts, an increase of the yearning and desire of
+love?  What can we demand from earth but its solitudes--what from heaven
+but its unpolluted air?  All that others would ask from either, we can
+find in ourselves.  Wealth--honour--happiness--every object of ambition
+or desire, exist not for us without the circle of our arms!  But the
+bower that surrounds us shall not be unworthy of your beauty or our love.
+Amidst the myrtle and the vine, and the valleys where the summer sleeps
+and "the rivers that murmur the memories and the legends of old amidst
+the hills and the glossy glades," and the silver fountains, still as
+beautiful as if the Nymph and Spirit yet held and decorated an earthly
+home; amidst these we will make the couch of our bridals, and the moon of
+Italian skies shall keep watch on our repose.
+
+Emily!--Emily!--how I love to repeat and to linger over that beautiful
+name!  If to see, to address, and, more than all, to touch you, has been
+a rapture, what word can I find in the vocabulary of happiness to express
+the realisation of that hope which now burns within me--to mingle our
+youth together into one stream, wheresoever it flows; to respire the same
+breath; to be almost blent in the same existence; to grow, as it were, on
+one stem, and knit into a single life the feelings, the wishes, the being
+of both!
+
+To-night I shall see you again: let one day more intervene, and--I cannot
+conclude the sentence.  As I have written, the tumultuous happiness of
+hope has come over me to confuse and overwhelm everything else.  At this
+moment my pulse riots with fever; the room swims before my eyes;
+everything is indistinct and jarring--a chaos of emotions.  Oh! that
+happiness should ever have such excess!
+
+When Emily received and laid this letter to her heart, she felt nothing
+in common with the spirit which it breathed.  With that quick transition
+and inconstancy of feeling connmon in women, and which is as frequently
+their safety as their peril, her mind had already repented of the
+weakness of the last evening, and relapsed into the irresolution and
+bitterness of her former remorse.  Never had there been in the human
+breast a stronger contest between conscience and passion;--if, indeed,
+the extreme softness (notwithstanding its power) of Emily's attachment
+could be called passion it was rather a love that had refined by the
+increase of its own strength; it contained nothing but the primary guilt
+of conceiving it, which that order of angels, whose nature is love, would
+have sought to purify away.  To see him, to live with him, to count the
+variations of his countenance and voice, to touch his hand at moments
+when waking, and watch over his slumbers when he slept--this was the
+essence of her wishes, and constituted the limit to her desires.  Against
+the temptations of the present was opposed the whole history of the past.
+Her mind wandered from each to each, wavering and wretched, as the
+impulse of the moment impelled it.  Hers was not, indeed, a strong
+character; her education and habits had weakened, while they rendered
+more feminine and delicate, a nature originally too soft.  Every
+recollection of former purity called to her with the loud voice of duty,
+as a warning from the great guilt she was about to incur; and whenever
+she thought of her child--that centre of fond and sinless sensations,
+where once she had so wholly garnered up her heart--her feelings melted
+at once from the object which had so wildly held them riveted as by a
+spell, to dissolve and lose themselves in the great and sacred fountain
+of a mother's love.
+
+When Falkland came that evening, she was sitting at a corner of the
+saloon, apparently occupied in reading, but her eyes were fixed upon her
+boy, whom Mrs. St. John was endeavouring at the opposite end of the room
+to amuse.  The child, who was fond of Falkland, came up to him as he
+entered: Falkland stooped to kiss him; and Mrs. St. John said, in a low
+voice which just reached his ear, "Judas, too, kissed before he
+betrayed."  Falkland's colour changed: he felt the sting the words were
+intended to convey.  On that child, now so innocently caressing him, he
+was indeed about to inflict a disgrace and injury the most sensible and
+irremediable in his power.  But who ever indulges reflection in passion?
+He banished the remorse from his mind as instantaneously as it arose;
+and, seating himself by Emily, endeavoured to inspire her with a portion
+of the joy and hope which animated himself.  Mrs. St. John watched them
+with a jealous and anxious eye: she had already seen how useless had been
+her former attempt to arm Emily's conscience effectually against her
+lover; but she resolved at least to renew the impression she had then
+made.  The danger was imminent, and any remedy must be prompt; and it was
+something to protract, even if she could not finally break off, an union
+against which were arrayed all the angry feelings of jealousy, as well as
+the better affections of the friend.  Emily's eye was already brightening
+beneath the words that Falkland whispered in her ear, when Mrs. St. John
+approached her.  She placed herself on a chair beside them, and unmindful
+of Falkland's bent and angry brow, attempted to create a general and
+commonplace conversation.  Lady Margaret had invited two or three people
+in the neighbourhood; and when these came in, music and cards were
+resorted to immediately, with that English politesse, which takes the
+earliest opportunity to show that the conversation of our friends is the
+last thing for which we have invited them.  But Mrs. St. John never left
+the lovers; and at last, when Falkland, in despair at her obstinacy,
+arose to join the card-table, she said, "Pray, Mr. Falkland, were you not
+intimate at one time with * * * * , who eloped with Lady * * *?"  "I knew
+him but slightly," said Falkland; and then added, with a sneer, "the only
+times I ever met him were at your house."  Mrs. St. John, without
+noticing the sarcasm, continued:--"What an unfortunate affair that
+proved!  They were very much attached to one another in early life--the
+only excuse, perhaps for a woman's breaking her subsequent vows.  They
+eloped.  The remainder of their history is briefly told: it is that of
+all who forfeit everything for passion, and forget that of everything it
+is the briefest in duration.  He who had sacrificed his honour for her,
+sacrificed her also as lightly for another.  She could not bear his
+infidelity; and how could she reproach him?  In the very act of yielding
+to, she had become unworthy of, his love.  She did not reproach him--she
+died of a broken heart!  I saw her just before her death, for I was
+distantly related to her, and I could not forsake her utterly even in her
+sin.  She then spoke to me only of the child by her former marriage, whom
+she had left in the years when it most needed her care: she questioned me
+of its health--its education--its very growth: the minutest thing was not
+beneath her inquiry.  His tidings were all that brought back to her mind
+'the redolence of joy and spring.' I brought that child to her one day:
+he at least had never forgotten her.  How bitterly both wept when they
+were separated! and she--poor, poor Ellen--an hour after their separation
+was no more!"  There was a pause for a few minutes.  Emily was deeply
+affected.  Mrs. St. John had anticipated the effect she had produced, and
+concerted the method to increase it.  "It is singular," she resumed,
+"that, the evening before her elopement, some verses were sent to her
+anonymously--I do not think, Emily, that you have ever seen them.  Shall
+I sing them to you now?" and, without waiting for a reply, she placed
+herself at the piano; and with a low but sweet voice, greatly aided in
+effect by the extreme feeling of her manner, she sang the following
+verses:
+
+               1.
+               And wilt thou leave that happy home,
+               Where once it was so sweet to live?
+               Ah! think, before thou seek'st to roam,
+               What safer shelter Guilt can give!
+
+               2.
+               The Bird may rove, and still regain
+               With spotless wings, her wonted rest,
+               But home, once lost, is ne'er again
+               Restored to Woman's erring breast!
+
+               3.
+               If wandering o'er a world of flowers,
+               The heart at times would ask repose;
+               But thou wouldst lose the only bowers
+               Of rest amid a world of woes.
+
+               4.
+               Recall thy youth's unsullied vow
+               The past which on thee smile so fair;
+               Then turn from thence to picture now
+               The frowns thy future fate must wear!
+
+               5.
+               No hour, no hope, can bring relief
+               To her who hides a blighted name;
+               For hearts unbow'd by stormiest _grief_
+               Will break beneath one breeze of _shame_!
+
+               6.
+               And when thy child's deserted years
+               Amid life's early woes are thrown,
+               Shall menial bosoms soothe the tears
+               That should be shed on thine alone?
+
+               7.
+               When on thy name his lips shall call,
+               (That tender name, the earliest taught!)
+               Thou wouldst not Shame and Sin were all
+               The memories link'd around its thought!
+
+               8.
+               If Sickness haunt his infant bed,
+               Ah! what could then replace thy care?
+               Could hireling steps as gently tread
+               As if a Mother's soul was there?
+
+               9.
+               Enough!  'tis not too late to shun
+               The bitter draught thyself wouldst fill;
+               The latest link is not undone
+               Thy bark is in the haven still.
+
+               10.
+               If doom'd to grief through life thou art,
+               'Tis thine at least unstain'd to die!
+               Oh! better break at once thy heart
+               Than rend it from its holiest tie!
+
+
+It were vain to attempt describing Emily's feelings when the song ceased.
+The scene floated before her eyes indistinct and dark.  The violence of
+the emotions she attempted to conceal pressed upon her almost to choking.
+She rose, looked at Falkland with one look of such anguish and despair
+that it froze his very heart, and left the room without uttering a word.
+A moment more--they heard a noise--a fall.  They rushed out--Emily was
+stretched on the ground, apparently lifeless.  She had broken a
+blood-vessel
+
+
+
+
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