No More Learning

The bell rang; and with shrieks like death,
Link catching link, the long array,
With ponderous pulse and fiery breath.
Proud of its burthen, swept away.
And through the lingering crowd I broke,
Sought the hillside, and thence, heart-sick,
Beheld, far off, the little smoke
Along the landscape kindling quick.
What should I do, where should I go,
Now she was gone, my love! for mine
She was, whatever here below
Crossed or usurped my right divine.
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And on the gardens of the Close
As on Sahara shone the sun.
Oppressed with her departed grace,
My thoughts on ill surmises fed;
The harmful influence of the place
She went to, filled my soul with dread.
She, mixing with the people there,
Might come back altered, having caught
The foolish, fashionable air
Of knowing all and feeling naught.
Or giddy with her beauty's praise,
She'd scorn our simple country life,
Its wholesome nights and tranquil days,
And would not deign to be my wife.
"My wife," "my wife,”—ah, tenderest word!
How oft, as fearful she might hear,
Whispering that name of "wife," I heard
The chiming of the inmost sphere.
I passed the home of my regret.
The clock was striking in the hall,
And one sad window open yet,
Although the dews began to fall.
Ah, distance showed her beauty's scope!
How light of heart and innocent
That loveliness which sickened hope
And wore the world for ornament!
How perfectly her life was framed;
And, thought of in that passionate mood,
How her affecting graces shamed
The vulgar life that was but good!
I wondered, would her bird be fed,
Her rose-plots watered, she not by;
Loading my breast with angry dread
Of light, unlikely injury.
So, filled with love and fond remorse,
I paced the Close, its every part
Endowed with reliquary force
To heal and raise from death my heart.
How tranquil and unsecular
The precinct! Once through yonder gate
I saw her go, and knew from far
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Her dress had brushed this wicket; here
She turned her face, and laughed, with light
Like moonbeams on a wavering mere.
Weary beforehand of the night,
I went; the blackbird in the wood
Talked by himself, and eastward grew
In heaven the symbol of my mood,
Where one bright star engrossed the blue.
MARRIED LIFE
From The Wedding Sermon in The Victories of Love
L
OVERS, once married, deem their bond
Then perfect, scanning naught beyond
For love to do but to sustain
The spousal hour's delighted gain.
But time and a right life alone
Fulfill the promise then foreshown.
The bridegroom and the bride withal
Are but unwrought material
Of marriage; nay, so far is love,
Thus crowned, from being thereto enough,
Without the long compulsive awe
Of duty, that the bond of law
Does oftener marriage love evoke,
Than love which does not wear the yoke
Of legal vows submits to be
Self-reined from ruinous liberty.
Lovely is love; but age well knows
'Twas law which kept the lover's vows
Inviolate through the year or years
Of worship pieced with panic fears,
When she who lay within his breast
Seemed of all women perhaps the best,
But not the whole, of womankind,
Or love, in his yet wayward mind,
Had ghastly doubts its precious life
Was pledged for aye to the wrong wife.
Could it be else? A youth pursues
A maid, whom chance, not he, did choose,
Till to his strange arms hurries she
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Then simply and without pretense
Of insight or experience,
They plight their vows. The parents say,
"We cannot speak them yea or nay:
The thing proceedeth from the Lord! "
And wisdom still approves their word;
For God created so these two,
They match as well as others do
That take more pains, and trust him less
Who nev
fails, if asked, to bless
His children's helpless ignorance
And blind election of life's chance.
Verily, choice not matters much,
If but the woman's truly such,
And the young man has led the life
Without which how shall e'er the wife
Be the one woman in the world?
Love's sensitive tendrils sicken, curled
Round folly's former stay; for 'tis
The doom of all unsanctioned bliss
To mock some good that, gained, keeps still
The taint of the rejected ill.
Howbeit, though both were perfect, she
Of whom the maid was prophecy
As yet lives not, and Love rebels
Against the law of any else;
And as a steed takes blind alarm,
Disowns the rein, and hunts his harm,
So misdespairing word and act
May now perturb the happiest pact.
The more, indeed, is love, the more
Peril to love is now in store.
Against it nothing can be done
But only this: leave ill alone!
Who tries to mend his wife, succeeds
As he who knows not what he needs.
He much affronts a worth as high
As his, and that equality
Of spirits in which abide the grace
And joy of her subjected place;
And does the still growth check and blur
Of contraries, confusing her
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With perfect zeal, and a deep wit
Which nothing helps but trusting it.
So loyally, o'erlooking all
In which love's promise short may fall
Of full performance, honor that
As won, which aye love worketh at!
THE QUEEN
o heroism and holiness
How hard it is for man to soar;
But how much harder to be less
Than what his mistress loves him for!
T
He does with ease what do he must
. . .
Or lose her; and there's naught debarred. .
Ah, wasteful woman! she that may
On her sweet self set her own price,
Knowing he cannot choose but pay,-
How has she cheapened Paradise!
How given for naught her priceless gift!
How spoiled the bread and spilled the wine,
Which, spent with due respective thrift,
Had made brutes men and men divine!
O queen! awake to thy renown,
Require what 'tis our wealth to give,
And comprehend and wear the crown
Of thy despised prerogative!
I who in manhood's name at length
With glad songs come to abdicate
The gross regality of strength,
Must yet in this thy praise abate,—
That through thine erring humbleness
And disregard of thy degree,
Mainly, has man been so much less
Than fits his fellowship with thee.
High thoughts had shaped the foolish brow,
The coward had grasped the hero's sword,
The vilest had been great, hadst thou,
Just to thyself, been worth's reward:
But lofty honors undersold
Seller and buyer both disgrace;
And favor that makes folly bold
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WHAT'S
WISDOM
HAT'S that which Heaven to man endears,
And that which eyes no sooner see
Than the heart says, with floods of tears,
"Ah, that's the thing which I would be! "
Not childhood, full of frown and fret;
Not youth, impatient to disown.
Those visions high, which to forget
Were worse than never to have known;
Not great men, even when they're good; -
The good man whom the Lord makes great,
By some disgrace of chance or blood
He fails not to humiliate; —
Not these: but souls, found here and there,
Oases in our waste of sin,
Where everything is well and fair,
And God remits his discipline;
Whose sweet subdual of the world
The worldling scarce can recognize,
And ridicule against it hurled
Drops with a broken sting, and dies;
Who nobly, if they cannot know
Whether a scutcheon's dubious field
Carries a falcon or a crow,
Fancy a falcon on the shield;
Yet ever careful not to hurt
God's honor, who creates success,
Their praise of even the best desert
Is but to have presumed no less;
And should their own life plaudits bring.
They're simply vexed at heart that such
An easy, yea, delightful thing
Should move the minds of men so much.
They live by law,- not like the fool,
But like the bard, who freely sings
In strictest bonds of rhyme and rule,
And finds in them not bonds, but wings.
They shine like Moses in the face,
And teach our hearts, without the rod,
That God's grace is the only grace,
And all grace is the grace of God.
Their home is home; their chosen lot
A private place and private name:
But if the world's want calls, they'll not
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PATHOS
From Principle in Art'
PITY
Y differs from pathos in this: the latter is simply emo-
tional, and reaches no higher than the sensitive nature;
though the sensitive nature, being dependent for its power
and delicacy very much upon the cultivation of will and intellect,
may be indefinitely developed by these active factors of the soul.
Pity is helpful, and is not deadened or repelled by circumstances
which disgust the simply sensitive nature; and its ardor so far
consumes such obstacles to merely emotional sympathy, that the
person who truly pities, finds the field of pathos extended far
beyond the ordinary limits of the dainty passion which gives
tears to the eyes of the selfish as well as the self-sacrificing. In
an ideally perfect nature, indeed, pity, and pathos which is the
feeling of pity, would be coextensive; and the latter would
demand for its condition the existence of the former, with some
ground of actual reality to work beneficially upon. On the other
hand, entire selfishness would destroy even the faintest capacity
for discerning pathos in art or circumstance. In the great mass
of men and women there is sufficient virtue of pity, pity that
would act if it had the opportunity, to extend in them the feeling
of pity that is, pathos-to a far larger range of circumstances
than their active virtue would be competent to encounter, even
if it had the chance.
Suffering is of itself enough to stir pity; for absolute wicked-
ness, with the torment of which all wholesome minds would be
quite content, cannot be certainly predicted of any individual
sufferer: but pathos, whether in a drawing-room tale of delicate
distress, or in a tragedy of Æschylus or Shakespeare, requires
that some obvious goodness or beauty or innocence or heroism
should be the subject of suffering, and that the circumstance or
narration of it should have certain conditions of repose, contrast,
and form. The range of pathos is immense, extending from the
immolation of an Isaac or an Iphigenia to the death of a kitten
that purrs and licks the hand about to drown it. Next to the
fact of goodness, beauty, innocence, or heroism in the sufferer,
contrast is the chief factor in artistic pathos. The celestial sad-
ness of Desdemona's death is immensely heightened by the black
shadow of Iago; and perhaps the most intense touch of pathos
in all history is that of Gordon murdered at Khartoum, while his
betrayer occupies himself, between the acts of a comedy at the
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by denying that he was aware of the contretemps, or by repre-
senting his news of it as non-official. The singer of Fair Rosa-
mund's sorrows knew the value of contrast when he sang:
"Hard was the heart that gave the blow,
Soft were the lips that bled. "
Every one knows how irresistible are a pretty woman's tears.
"Naught is there under heaven's wide hollowness
That moves more dear compassion of mind
Than beauty brought to unworthy wretchedness. "
It is partly the contrast of beauty, which is the natural appanage
of happiness, that renders her tears so pathetic; but it is still
more the way in which she is given to smiling through them.
The author of the 'Rhetoric' shows his usual incomparable subt-
ilty of observation when he notes that a little good coming upon
or in the midst of extremity of evil is a source of the sharpest
pathos; and when the shaft of a passionate female sorrow is
feathered with beauty and pointed with a smile, there is no heart
that can refuse her her will. In absolute and uncontrolled suffer-
ing there is no pathos. Nothing in the 'Inferno' has this qual-
ity except the passage of Paolo and Francesca, still embracing,
through the fiery drift. It is the embrace that makes the pathos,
"tempering extremities with extreme sweet," or at least with the
memory of it.
Our present sorrows generally owe their grace of
pathos to their "crown," which is "remembering happier things. "
No one weeps in sympathy with the "base self-pitying tears" of
Thersites, or with those of any whose grief is without some con-
trasting dignity of curb. Even a little child does not move us
by its sorrow, when expressed by tears and cries, a tenth part so
much as by the quivering lip of attempted self-control. A great
and present evil, coupled with a distant and uncertain hope, is
also a source of pathos; if indeed it be not the same with that
which Aristotle describes as arising from the sequence of exceed-
ing ill and a little good. There is pathos in a departing pleas-
ure, however small. It is the fact of sunset, not its colors,-
which are the same as those of sunrise-that constitutes its sad-
ness; and in mere darkness there may be fear and distress, but
not pathos. There are few things so pathetic in literature as
the story of the supper which Amelia, in Fielding's novel, had
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that of Colonel Newcome becoming a Charter-house pensioner.
In each of these cases the pathos arises wholly from the contrast
of noble reticence with a sorrow which has no direct expression.
The same necessity for contrast renders reconciliations far more
pathetic than quarrels, and the march to battle of an army to the
sound of cheerful military music more able to draw tears than
the spectacle of the battle itself.
The soul of pathos, like that of wit, is brevity. Very few
writers are sufficiently aware of this. Humor is cumulative and
diffusive, as Shakespeare, Rabelais, and Dickens well knew; but
how many a good piece of pathos has been spoiled by the his-
torian of Little Nell by an attempt to make too much of it! A
drop of citric acid will give poignancy to a feast; but a draught
of it! Hence it is doubtful whether an English eye ever shed a
tear over the 'Vita Nuova,' whatever an Italian may have done.
Next to the patient endurance of heroism, the bewilderment of
weakness is the most fruitful source of pathos. Hence the exqui-
sitely touching points in 'A Pair of Blue Eyes,' 'Two on a
Tower,' The Trumpet-Major,' and other of Hardy's novels.
Pathos is the luxury of grief; and when it ceases to be
other than a keen-edged pleasure it ceases to be pathos. Hence
Tennyson's question in 'Love and Duty,' «Shall sharpest pathos
blight us? " involves a misunderstanding of the word; although
his understanding of the thing is well proved by such lyrics as
'Tears, idle tears,' and 'Oh, well for the fisherman's boy. ' Pleas-
ure, and beauty which may be said to be pleasure visible, are
without their highest perfection if they are without a touch of
pathos. This touch, indeed, accrues naturally to profound pleas-
ure and to great beauty, by the mere fact of the incongruity of
their earthly surroundings and the sense of isolation, peril, and
impermanence caused thereby. It is a doctrine of that inexhaust-
ible and (except by Dante) almost unworked mine of poetry,
Catholic theology, that the felicity of the angels and glorified
saints and of God himself would not be perfect without the edge
of pathos, which it receives from the fall and reconciliation of
man. Hence, on Holy Saturday, the Church exclaims, “O felix
culpa! " and hence "there is more joy in heaven over one sinner
that repenteth than over ninety-and-nine righteous who need no
repentance. " Sin, says St. Augustine, is the necessary shadow of
heaven; and pardon, says some other, is the highest light of its
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JAMES KIRKE PAULDING
(1779-1860)
AMES K. PAULDING was an accomplished man of letters, who
as writer, statesman, and man of the world, cut a consider-
able figure in the life of his time. He is best remembered
now for his association with Washington Irving; but his prose had a
literary quality and finish which make it good reading to-day. He
had a satiric humor, of the sort more familiar in Irving's serio-comic
Knickerbocker History of New York. ' Had his activities been less
diffused, had he stuck with more of single purpose to literature, his
literary impress would have been deeper.
As it is, he is an interesting part of the
intellectual life of the early century in the
United States.

JAMES K. PAULDING
James Kirke Paulding was born at Nine
Partners, Dutchess County, New York, on
August 22d, 1779. He got a scanty schooling
in his native place, and when only nineteen
went to New York City, where his sister
married Washington Irving's elder brother
William, with whom Paulding lived. This
brought him into close literary and social
communion with the Irvings, and led to the
collaboration of the three young men in the
famous Salmagundi, a semi-weekly period-
ical, the first numbers of which appeared in January 1807. The clever
pages, satirizing the follies of the day with searching yet kindly hu-
mor, were very warmly received: the suspension of Salmagundi with-
in the year was due to the publisher's refusal to pay the authors for
their services. The bulk of the papers was written by Paulding and
Washington Irving, William Irving's part being minor. In 1819 Paul-
ding put out another Salmagundi, written solely by himself; but-
perhaps because Irving's magic hand was missed-its reception was
comparatively cold. But in his other works- and his pen was pro-
lific-Paulding was decidedly a popular writer. The Diverting
History of John Bull and Brother Jonathan,' in 1812, ran through
many editions. For his best novel, The Dutchman's Fireside,' pub-
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of the early Dutch settlers, he received the comfortable sum of
$1500: six editions appeared in a year, and the story was republished
in England and translated into French and Dutch. For the Ken-
tucky story of Westward Ho' (1832) he was paid the same sum.
Considering the time, these facts imply an established reputation.
As a poet he was less successful. His most elaborate metrical writ-
ing is The Backwoodsman' (1818), a study of emigrant life. The
'Life of George Washington,' published in 1835 and addressed to the
youth of the country, is his most important critical work.
In 1814 Paulding's brochure on The United States and England'
made him known to President Madison, and political preferment re-
sulted. He was appointed secretary of the first board of Navy Com-
missioners, and in Buchanan's administration served in the Cabinet
as Secretary of the Navy. That he was a conservative, not quick
to receive new ideas, is shown by his opposition to the introduction
of steam in ships, and by the fact that one of his latest pieces of
writing was a defense of slavery in all its workings. After retiring
from public life, Paulding purchased a residence near Hyde Park on
the Hudson River, and passed his concluding years in dignified ease,
writing occasional magazine articles. He died on April 6th, 1860;
his dear and long-time friend, Irving, having passed away but a few
months before. The Literary Life of James Kirke Paulding' by his
son William was published in 1867.
Paulding is most enjoyable for the present reader in his lighter
papers, and the literary skits of his early days. As joint author of
the Salmagundi papers he has a certain distinction which in literary
history will preserve his name.
PLINY THE YOUNGER
From The Dutchman's Fireside. ' Copyright 1868, by William I. Paulding.
Published by Charles Scribner & Co.
M*
ADAM VANCOUR was extremely fortunate in procuring a
most efficient auxiliary in the engineering of this her good
work, in the person of Master Pliny Coffin (the sixteenth),
whilom of Nantucket Island. Pliny was the youngest of nine
sons and an unaccountable number of daughters, born unto Cap-
tain Pliny Coffin (the fifteenth). Being called after his uncle,
Deacon Pliny Mayhew (the tenth), he was patronized by that
worthy "spermaceti candle of the church," as he was called,
and sent to school at an early age, with a view to following in
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natural and irresistible vocation to salt water; insomuch that at
the age of eighteen months or thereabouts, being left to amuse
himself under the only tree in Nantucket, which grew in front
of Captain Coffin's (the fifteenth) house, he crawled incontinently
down to the seaside, and was found disporting himself in the
surf like unto a young gosling. In like manner did Pliny the
younger, at a very early age, display a vehement predilection
for great whales; to the which he was most probably incited by
the stories of his father, Pliny the elder, who had been a mighty
harpooner in his day. When about three years old, one of these
monsters of the deep was driven ashore in a storm at Nan-
tucket, where he perished, to the great joy of the inhabitants,
who flocked from all parts to claim a share in his spoil. On the
morning of that memorable day, which is still recorded in the
annals of Nantucket, Pliny the younger was missing, and dili-
gent search being made for him, he was not to be found in the
whole island; to the grief of his mother, who was a very stout
woman, and had killed three Indians with her own fair hand.
But look ye: while the people were gathered about the body of
the whale, discussing the mysterious disappearance of the child,
what was their astonishment to behold him coming forth from
the stomach of the huge fish, laughing right merrily at the prank
he had played!
But the truth must be confessed: he took his learning after
the manner that people, more especially doctors, take physic,-
with many wry faces and much tribulation of spirit. In fact he
never learned a lesson in his whole life until, arriving at his fifth
year, by good fortune a primer was put into his hand wherein.
was the picture of a whale; with the which he was so utterly
delighted that he mastered the whole distich under it in the
course of the day. The teacher aptly took the hint, and by
means of pasting the likeness of a whale at the head of his les-
sons, carried him famously along in the career of knowledge. In
process of time he came to be of the order of deacons, and was
appointed to preach his first sermon; whereby a great calamity
befell him, which drove him forth a wanderer on the face of the
earth. Unfortunately the meeting-house where he was to make
his first essay stood in full view of the sea, which was distinctly
visible from the pulpit; and just as Pliny the younger had
divided his text into sixteen parts, behold! a mighty ship ap-
peared, with a bone in her teeth, ploughing her way towards the
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the conviction came across his mind that this must be the Alba-
tross, returning from a whaling voyage in the great South Sea;
and sad to relate, his boyish instincts got the better of his better
self. Delirious with eager curiosity, he rushed from the pulpit,
and ran violently down to the seaside, like one possessed, leav-
ing Deacon Mayhew and the rest of the expectant congregation
astonished nigh on to dismay. The deacon was wroth, and forth-
with disinherited him. The people said he was possessed of a
devil, and talked of putting him to the ordeal; whereupon the
unfortunate youth exiled himself from the land of his nativity,
and went to seek his fortune among the heathen, who had
steeples to their churches, and dealt in the abomination of white
sleeves. Of his wanderings, and of the accidents of his pilgrim-
age, I know nothing, until his stars directed him to the Flats,
where there were no salt-water temptations to mislead him.
As one of the contemplated improvements of Madam Vancour
was the introduction of the English language among her pupils,
instead of the barbarous Dutch dialect, she eagerly caught at the
first offer of Pliny, and engaged him forthwith to take charge of
her seminary. In this situation he was found by Catalina, who,
as we have before stated, in the desolation of her spirit, resolved
to attempt the relief of her depression by entering upon the dif-
ficult task of being useful to others. She accordingly occasionally
associated herself with Master Pliny in the labors of his mission,
greatly to the consolation of his inward man.
He took great
pains to initiate her into the mysteries of his new philosophical,
practical, elementary, and scientific system of education, on which
he prided himself exceedingly-and with justice, for it hath been.
lately revised and administered among us with singular success,
by divers ungenerous pedagogues, who have not had the con-
science to acknowledge whence it was derived.
As Newton took the hint of the theory of gravitation from
seeing an apple fall to the ground, and as the illustrious Marquis
of Worcester deduced the first idea of the application of steam
from the risings and sinkings of a pot-lid, so did Master Pliny
model and graduate his whole system of education from the
incident of the whale in the primer. Remembering with what
eagerness he himself had been attracted towards learning by a
picture, he resolved to make similar illustrations the great means
of drawing forth what he called the "latent energies of the in-
fant genius, spurring on the march of intellect, and accelerating
the development of mind. " But as woodcuts were scarce articles


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in those times, he devoted one day in the week to sallying forth
with all his scholars, in order to collect materials for their studies;
that is, to gather acorns, pebbles, leaves, briers, bugs, ants, cater-
pillars, and what not. When he wanted an urchin to spell "bug,"
he placed one of these specimens directly above the word; and
great was his exultation at seeing how the child was assisted in
cementing B-U-G together, by the presence of the creature itself.
In this way he taught everything by sensible objects; boasting
at the same time of the originality of his method, little suspect-
ing that he had only got hold of the fag-end of Chinese emblems
and Egyptian hieroglyphics.
But pride will have a fall. One day, at Catalina's suggestion,
Master Pliny put his scholars to the test, by setting them to
spell without the aid of sensible objects, and by the mere instru-
mentality of the letters. They made sad work of it: hardly one
could spell «< ant" without the presence of the insect to act as
prompter. They had become so accustomed to the assistance of
the thing, that they paid little or no attention to the letters
which represented it; and Catalina ventured to hint to Master
Pliny that the children had learned little or nothing. They knew
what an ant was before, and that seemed to be the extent of
their knowledge now.
"Yes," answered he, "but it makes the acquisition of learning
so easy. "
"To the teacher, certainly," replied the young lady. In fact,
when she came to analyze the improvements in Master Pliny's
system, she found that they all tended to one point,—namely,
diminishing not the labor of the scholar in learning, but that of
the master in teaching.
I forbear to touch on all the other various plans of Master
Pliny for accelerating the march of mind. Suffice it to say, they
were all, one after another, abandoned, being found desperately
out at the elbows when subjected to the test of wear and tear.
Yet have they been revived with wonderful success by divers
illustrious and philosophical pedagogues abroad and at home,
who have brought the system to such perfection that they have
not the least trouble in teaching, nor the children anything but
downright pleasure in learning. Happy age! and happy Pliny,
had he lived to this day to behold the lamp which he lighted
shining over the whole universe. He however abandoned his
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Flats: the same cause being at the bottom of both issues,— a
woman.
The evil spirit which influenced Master Pliny to run out of the
pulpit now prompted him to run his head into the fire. Pliny
was a rosy-cheeked, curly-headed, fresh-looking man, exceedingly
admired by the Dutch damsels thereabout, and still more by a
certain person who shall be nameless. He thought himself an
Adonis; and argued inwardly that no young lady in her senses
would turn schoolmistress without some powerful incitement. The
said demon whispered that this could be nothing but admiration
for his person, and love of his company. Upon this hint he began,
first to ogle the young lady, then to take every opportunity to
touch her hand or press against her elbow, until she could not
but notice the peculiarity of his conduct.
Finally he wrote her
a love epistle, of such transcendent phraseology that it frightened
Catalina out of school forever. She did not wish to injure the
simple fellow, and took this method of letting him know his
fate. Poor Pliny the younger pined in thought, and soon after
took his departure for the land of his nativity, where on arrival
he was kindly forgiven by his uncle the deacon, and received
into the bosom of the meeting-house. Here he preached power-
fully many years, never ran after whale-ships more, and in good
time, by the death of his father, came to be called Pliny the
elder.
A WOMAN'S PRIVILEGE: AND THE CHARMS OF SNUFF-COLOR
From The Dutchman's Fireside. Copyright 1868, by William I. Paulding.
Published by Charles Scribner & Co.
How OFT from color of men's clothes
Is born a frightful train of woes!
OⓇ
UR heroine was a delightful specimen of the sex; born, too,
before the commencement of the brilliant era of public
improvement and the progress of mind. I could never
learn that she spoke either French or Italian, though she cer-
tainly did English and Dutch; and that with a voice of such per-
suasive music, such low, irresistible pathos, that Gilfillan often
declared there was no occasion to understand what she said, to
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behind the present age of development. She had never in her
life attended a lecture on chemistry- though she certainly un-
derstood the ingredients of a pudding; and was entirely ignorant
of the happy art of murdering time in strolling up and down
Broadway all the morning, brought to such exquisite perfection
by the ladies of this precocious generation. Indeed, she was
too kind-hearted to murder anything but beaux, and that she did
unwittingly. Still, she was a woman, and could not altogether
resist the contagion of the ridicule lavished on poor Sybrandt's
snuff-colored inexpressibles. Little did she expect the time.
would one day come when this would be the fashionable color
for pantaloons, in which modern Corinthians would figure at
balls and assemblies, to the delight of all beholders.
Being a woman, then, she did not pause to inquire whether
snuff-color was not in the abstract just as respectable as blue
or red, or even imperial purple. She tried it by the laws of
fashion, and it was found wanting. Now there is an inherent
relation between a man and his apparel. As dress receives a
grace sometimes from the person that wears it, so does it confer a
similar benefit. They cannot be separated-they constitute one
being; and hence some modern metaphysicians have been exceed-
ingly puzzled to define the precise line of distinction between a
dandy and his costume. It was through this mysterious blend-
ing of ideas that the fortunes of our hero came nigh to being
utterly shipwrecked. Catalina confounded the obnoxious habili-
ments with the wearer thereof; and he too, for the few hours
that the party lasted and the young lady remained under the
influence of fashion, became ridiculous by the association.
By degrees she found herself growing ashamed of her old
admirer, whose attentions she received with a certain embar-
rassment and disdain, which he saw and felt immediately; for
Sybrandt was no fool, although he did wear a suit made by a
Dutch tailor. Neither did he lack one spark of the spirit becom-
ing a man conscious of his innate superiority over the gilded
swarm around him. The moment he saw the state of Catalina's
feelings, he met her more than half-way, and intrenched himself
behind his old defenses of silent neglect and proud humility.
He spoke to her no more that evening.
Though Catalina was conscious in her heart that she merited
this treatment, this was a very different thing from being satisfied
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with it. Gilfillan would not have behaved so, thought she, while
she remembered how the worse she used him the more lowly
and attentive he became. She mistook this submission to her
whims or indifference for a proof of superior love, and therein
fell into an error which has been fatal to the happiness of many
a woman, and will be fatal to that of many more, in spite of all
I can say on the subject. The error I would warn them against
is that of confounding subserviency with affection. They know
little of the hearts of men, if they are ignorant that the man
who loves as he ought, and whose views are disinterested, will no
more forget what is due to himself than what is due to his mis-
tress. He will sink into the slave of no woman whom he does
not intend to make a slave in return. It is only your fortune-
hunters that become the willing victims of caprice, and submit
to every species of mortification the ingenuity of wayward vanity
can invent, in the hope that this degrading vassalage may be
at length repaid, not by the possession of the lady, but by her
money. It must be confessed that the event too often justifies
the expectation.
Be this as it may, before the conclusion of this important
evening the company perceived evident signs of a coolness be-
tween the lovers; and Gilfillan, who watched them with the keen
sagacity of a man of the world, redoubled his attentions.
hardly necessary to say that our heroine received them with cor-
responding complacency,- for as I observed before, she was a
woman; and what woman ever failed to repay the neglect of
her lover, even though occasioned by a fault of her own, with
ample interest? "If she thinks to make me jealous, she is very
much mistaken," thought Sybrandt, while he fretted in an agony
of vexation.
The next morning Sybrandt breakfasted at home, saying lit-
tle and thinking a great deal,- the true secret of being stupid.
Mrs. Aubineau asked him fifty questions about the ball, and espe-
cially about Miss Van Borsum. But she could get nothing out
of him, except that he admired that young lady exceedingly.
This was a bouncer, but "at lovers' perjuries" the quotation
is somewhat musty. Catalina immediately launched out in praise
of Gilfillan, and made the same declaration in reference to him.
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him. Still, the attentions of an aide-de-camp were what no
mortal young lady of that age could bring herself voluntarily
to relinquish, at least in New York. Our hero, though he had
his mouth full of muffin at the moment Catalina expressed her
approbation of Gilfillan, rose from the table abruptly, and seiz-
ing his hat, sailed forth into the street, though Mrs. Aubineau
called after to say she had made an engagement for him that
morning.
«
Catalina," said Mrs. Aubineau, "do you mean to marry that
stupid man in the snuff-colored clothes? »
"He has a great many good qualities. "
"But he wears snuff-colored breeches. ”
"He is brave, kind-hearted, generous, and possesses knowledge
and talents. "
"Well, but then he wears snuff-colored breeches. "
"He has my father's approbation, and—”
"And yours? "
"He had when I gave it. "
"But you repent it now? " said Mrs. Aubineau, looking inquir-
ingly into her face.
"He saved my life," replied Catalina.
"Well, that calls for gratitude, not love. "
"He saved it twice. "
"Well, then you can be twice as grateful; that will balance
the account. "
"But he saved it four times. "
"Well, double and quits again. "
"But my dear madam, I-I believe-
love my cousin in my heart. ”
"What! in his snuff-colored suit? "
-
nay, I am sure that I
"Why, I am not quite sure of that, at least here in New
York among the fine red coats and bright epaulettes; but I am
quite sure I could love him in the country. "
"In his snuff-colors? "
"In any colors, I believe. To tell you the truth, cousin, I
am ashamed of the manner in which I received him after an
absence of months, and of my treatment at the ball last night.
I believe the evil spirit beset me. "
"It was only the spirit of woman, my dear, whispering you
to woo the bright prospect that beckons you. Do you know
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"Perhaps I might; but I'd rather be a happy wife than a
titled lady. "
"You would! " exclaimed her cousin, lifting up her eyes and
hands in astonishment.
"Indeed I would. "
"Then you must be more or less than woman," cried the
other, panting for breath.
"Listen to me, my dear cousin. I know you meant it all for
my happiness in giving encouragement to Sir Thicknesse and
Colonel Gilfillan. But the truth is, I don't like either of them,
and I do like my cousin Sybrandt. Sir Thicknesse is a proud,
stupid dolt, without heart or understanding; and Colonel Gilfil-
lan, with a thousand good qualities, or rather impulses (for he
is governed by them entirely), is not, I fear,-nay, I know,
man of integrity or honor. "
a
"Not a man of honor! " exclaimed Mrs. Aubineau again, with
uplifted eyes and hands: "Why, he has fought six duels! "
"But he neither pays his debts nor keeps his promises. "
"He'd fight a fiery dragon. "
"Yes, but there are men, and very peaceable men too, whom
he is rather afraid of," said Catalina, smiling,-"his tradesmen.
The other day I was walking with him, and was very much sur-
prised at his insisting we should turn down a dirty, narrow lane
Just as he had done so he changed his mind, and was equally
importunate with me to turn into another. I did not think it
necessary to comply with his wishes, and we soon met a trades-
man who respectfully requested to speak with my colonel. 'Go
to the devil for an impudent scoundrel! ' cried he in a great
passion, and lugged me almost rudely along, muttering, 'An impu-
dent rascal, to be dunning a gentleman in the street! '"
"Well? »
"Well I know enough of these tradesmen to be satisfied that
they would not venture to dun an officer in the street if they
could meet with him elsewhere. The example of my dear father
has taught me that one of the first of our duties is a compliance
with the obligations of justice. "
"Well, Catalina, I must say people get very odd notions in the
country. What do you mean to do with your admirers? »
"Why, from the behavior of Sir Thicknesse last night I hope
I shall be troubled with him no more. If Colonel Gilfillan calls
this morning, I shall take the opportunity of explaining to him
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frankly and explicitly the state of my obligations and affections.
I will appeal to his sense of decorum and propriety for the dis-
continuance of his attentions; and if he still persists, take special
care to keep out of his way until the state of the river will admit
of my going home. "
And I, thought Mrs. Aubineau, shall take special care to pre-
vent all this. "But what do you mean to do with the man in
the snuff-colored suit? "
"Treat him as he merits. I have been much more to blame
than he; it is but just, therefore, that I should make the first
advances to a reconciliation. I shall seize the earliest occasion of
doing so, for his sake as well as my own; for my feelings since
our first meeting here convince me I cannot treat him with neg-
lect or indifference without sharing in the consequences. "
"Well, you are above my comprehension, Catalina; but I
can't help loving you. I can have no wish but for your happi-
ness. "
"Of that," said Catalina good-humoredly, "I am perhaps old
enough to judge for myself. "
"I don't know that, my dear. Women can hardly tell what is
for their happiness until they have been married a twelvemonth.
But what do you mean to do with yourself to-day? "
"I mean to stay at home and wait the return of my cousin.
The sooner we come to an understanding the better. "
"And I shall go visiting, as I have no misapprehensions to
settle with Mr. Aubineau. Good-morning-by the time I come
back I suppose it will be all arranged. But, my dear Catalina,"
added she, suddenly turning back, and addressing her with great
earnestness," my dear friend, do try and persuade him to dis-
card his snuff-colored suit, will you? "
"I shall leave that to you, cousin; for my part, I mean to
endure it as a punishment for my bad behavior to the owner. "
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SYBRANDT RECEIVES BACK HIS ESTATE-WITH AN INCUM-
BRANCE
From The Dutchman's Fireside. Copyright 1868, by William I. Paulding.
Published by Charles Scribner & Co.
[Colonel Sybrandt Westbrook, who loves Catalina and is loved by her in
return, has been thought to be dead, and reappears like a ghost upon the
scene. He has been disinherited by his uncle in Catalina's favor. There has
been a misunderstanding between the lovers, due to a miscarriage of letters. ]
W
THILE the reader has been traveling backwards, the pale
and gentle Catalina had been let into the secret of the
ghost story by her mother. At first she became paler
than ever, and could hardly support herself on her chair. Then
she turned red, and a rosy blush of hope and love beamed on
her cheek, where for many a day it had not beamed before. « I
will bestow it all on him again," thought she, and her full heart
relieved itself in a shower of silent tears.
That night a thousand floating dreams of the past and the
future flitted before her troubled mind, and as they reigned in
turn, gave birth to different purposes and determinations. But
the prevailing thought was, that her cousin had treated her un-
justly and unkindly, and that it became the dignity of her sex
to maintain a defensive stateliness, a cold civility, until he had
acknowledged his errors and begged forgiveness. She settled the
matter by deciding that when Sybrandt came the next day to
take his leave, she would deliver him a deed for the estate of
his uncle, which her father was to have prepared for her, insist
on his acceptance, and then bid him adieu for ever without a
sigh or a tear. In the morning she begged that when Sybrandt
came to call on her mother, she might be permitted to see him.
alone. Her request was acquiesced in, and she waited in trem-
bling anxiety his promised visit. He came soon after breakfast,
and Madam Vancour was struck with the improvement which a
military uniform, in place of a suit of Master Ten Broeck's snuff-
colored cloth, produced. After a somewhat painful and awkward
interview, Sybrandt forced himself to inquire after Catalina.
"She has had a long illness," said the mother, "and you will
scarcely know her. But she wishes to see you. "
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"Ay-you- her old playmate, and cousin. Is that so very
extraordinary? " replied Madam, smiling. "She is in the next
room: go to her. "
"Go-go-to her," stammered our hero: "surely you cannot
>>
mean
"I mean just what I say. She is waiting to see you in the
next room. I hope you don't mean to keep her waiting much.
longer. " And Madam again smiled.
"What can this mean? " thought Sybrandt, while he crept
towards the door with about the eagerness that a man feels who
is on the point of being hanged.
"I shall tell Catalina how anxious you were to see her. "
"They must think I have no feeling-or they have none
themselves;" and the thought roused his native energies. He
strutted into the next room as if he was leading his regiment
to battle.
"Don't look so fierce, or you will frighten my daughter," said
Madam.
But Catalina was frightened almost out of her wits already.
She was too much taken up in rallying her own self-possession
to observe how Sybrandt looked when he walked. He had indeed
been some moments in the room before either could utter a sin-
gle word. At length their eyes met, and the excessive paleness
each observed in the countenance of the other went straight to
the hearts of both.
"Dear cousin," said Sybrandt, "how ill you look. ”
This was
rather what is called a left-handed compliment. But Catalina was
even with him, for she answered in his very words:-
"Dear cousin, how ill you look. "
Pride and affection were now struggling in the bosoms of the
two young people. Sybrandt found his courage, like that of Bob
Acres, "oozing out at the palms of his hands," in the shape of
a cold perspiration; but the pride of woman supported Catalina,
who rallied first, and spoke as follows, at first in a faltering tone,
but by degrees with modest firmness:-
"Colonel Westbrook," said she, "I wished to see you on a
subject which has occasioned me much pain the bequest of my
uncle. I cannot accept it. It was made when we all thought
you were no more. "
She uttered this last part of the sentence with a plaintiveness
that affected him deeply. "She feels for me," thought he; «< but
then she would not answer my letter. "
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Catalina proceeded: "I should hate myself, could I think for
a moment of robbing you of what is yours-what I am sure
my uncle intended should be yours, until he thought you dead. "
And the same plaintive tones again thrilled through Sybrandt.
"But she would not answer my letter," thought he again.
"Sybrandt," continued she, "I sent for you with the full ap-
probation of my father and mother, to make over this property
to you, to whom it belongs. I am of age; and here is the con-
veyance. I beseech you, as you value my peace of mind, to
accept it with the frankness with which it is offered. »
"What, rob my cousin? No, Catalina: never. "
"I feared it," said Catalina with a sigh: "you do not respect
me enough to accept even justice at my hands. "
“It would be meanness - it would be degradation; and since
you charge me with a want of respect to you, I must be allowed
to say that I am too proud to accept anything, much less so
great a gift as this, from one who did not think the almost
death-bed contrition of a man who had discovered his error, and
was anxious to atone for it, worthy of her notice. "
"What-what do you mean? " exclaimed Catalina.
"The letter I sent you," replied he proudly. "I never meant
to complain or remonstrate; but you have forced me to justify
myself. "
"In the name of heaven, what letter? "
-
"That which I wrote you the moment I was sufficiently recov-
ered of my wounds-to say that I had had a full explanation
Colonel Gilfillan; to say that I had done you an injustice;
to confess my folly; to ask forgiveness; and—and to offer you
every atonement which love or honor could require. "
"And you wrote me such an one? " asked Catalina, gasping for
breath.