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of life are transfigured, and if death be Craven when, eleven years after Albert's greeted as a familiar friend the discords death and but seven months before her between fact and desire are all but healed. own, Alexandrine, one July day in 1847, These bereaved Christians could be so returning from her daily visit to Albert's « in love with him” as to gain from him grave, opened her heart with special ful. serene and even gay contentment. They dess to her friend and sister. drank from his cup, though it was in form a skull, and found in it the waters of the de blé et en arrivant sur la route qui mène au
En sortant [Mrs. Craven writes] d'un champ river of life.
château, je me retournai, et, regardant le ciel There is no need to remind our readers du côté où le soleil se couchait dans une lueur of how death is present in all the nobler si belle que ce triste site en était embelli, je literature of the world. The “ Récit” puts dis, “ J'aime le soleil couchant !”
“Pas moi, our hand within the shadow hand, and dit Alexandrine ; " depuis mes malheurs (exteaches the uses of this reconciliation; for pression très-rare dans sa bouche et dont je in these memoirs is shown, perhaps more
me souviens à cause de cela), depuis mes mal. than in any other since St. Augustine’s triste : il amène la nuit et je n'aime pas la nuit:
heurs le coucher du soleil me fait un effet autobiography, how human energy is developed and human progress is secured by a des choses qui me représentent la réalité de la
j'aime le matin, j'aime le printemps : ce sont true perception of the place that death vie éternelle. La nuit me représente les ténèholds in the order of our life.
bres et le péché ; le soir me fait penser que Those who stood round Albert's death- tout finit, et tout cela est triste : mais le matin bed each in his or her several way illus. et le printemps rappellent que tout se réveille trated the tonic value of the doctrine of et renait. C'est là ce que j'aime. immortality, His widow grew to be a type
Nous continuâmes ainsi notre chemin, et of that broad charity to rich and poor lorsque nous venions de passer la grille, elle which is so sorely needed in our over-indi- me dit ces mots, en poursuivant un autre disvidualized world. Eugénie, who seems to cours que nous avions entamé : “Tiens, jettehave felt a special attraction towards her toi donc dans la pensée que tout ce qui nous
plaît tant sur terre n'est absolument qu'une “high-born kinsman,” and who was early ombre, et que la vérité de tout cela est au ciel. taken away by him, was a tender wife and Et aimer, aimer, après tout, n'est-ce pas, sur devoted mother to sons who are now“ gos- terre, ce qu'il y a de plus doux ? Je te depellers” among the working-men of France, mande s'il n'est pas facile de concevoir qu'aimer as their mother would have loved to have l'amour même doit être la perfection de cette them, Count Albert de Mun's name be- douceur, et aimer Jésus-Christ, ce n'est pas coming known even to English newspaper autre chose, pourvu que nous sachions l'aimer readers as the young officer who has done absolument comme on aime sur terre. Je ne so much good work among the blouses. me serais jamais consolée, si je n'avais pas Of Pauline (Mrs. Craven) the time is not celui-là dure toujours.” Je répondis à cela
appris que cet amour-là existe pour Dieu, et yet come to speak, but of those she re- plusieurs choses, inutiles à rapporter, et nous veals to us it were hard to say whether arrivâmes au banc qui est assez près du châ. Alexandrine or Eugénie best illustrates teau. Il y avait plusieurs personnes sur le the beauty of holiness and that religion perron ; je la retins, et nous nous assîmes sur which is the open blossom of the universal le banc causant encore. Peu après, elle se law, and the effect of which, as was nobly leva pour aller cueillir une branche de jasmin said in a former number of this review, is le long du mur; elle me la donna, en en gar“ 10 suffuse with a divine light relations dant un petit brin dans sa main, et resta deand duties which before were simply per- Je lui avais dit: "Tu es bien heureuse d'aimer
bout devant moi, continuant la conversation. sonal and social.”
Dieu comme cela !” Elle me répondit (et ses Of Eugénie's journal, from which there paroles, son expression, son attitude, demeureare many extracts in “ Le Récit,” Monta- ront toujours gravées dans ma pensée): “Oh! lembert writes to M. Rio :
Pauline, comment veux-tu que je n'aime pas
Dieu ? Cemment veux-tu que je ne sois pas Tu sais que je suis assez versé depuis quel- transportée quand je pense à lui ? Comment que temps dans la littérature ascétique, dans veux-tu que j'aie à cela du mérite même celui l'étude des saintes et belles pensées que l'amour de la foi, quand je pense au miracle qu'il a de Dieu et du ciel a dictées aux âmes élues. fait dans mon âme; quand je sens qu'après Eh bien ! je te déclare, la main sur la con- avoir tant aimé et désiré le bonheur de la science, que jamais et nulle part, pas même terre, l'avoir eu, l'avoir perdu et avoir été au dans Suso, je n'ai lu quelque chose de plus comble du désespoir, j'ai aujourd'hui l'âme si admirable, de plus délicieux, de plus édifiant. transformée et si remplie de bonheur, que tout
celui que j'ai connu ou imaginé n'est rien, rien There is something of a transfigured du tout en comparaison?” Juliet in the form sketched for us by Mrs. Surprise de l'entendre parler ainsi, je lui dis: "Mais si on remittait là, devant toi, la an entirely healthy outlet for the nobler vie telle que tu l'avais rêvée avec Albert, et emotions, and from their reliques we may qu'on te la promît pour de longues années ? "
see that as their piety grew so their symElle répondit sans hésiter : "Je ne la re
pathies were eolarged, while their widenprendrais pas !"
ing culture strengthened and concentrated Her passionate and resolute nature, their aims. athirst for truth, had found in suffering, When we remember the failure of some and by due education of emotion, large among the best painters of manners to truths and broader sympathies than her draw that special product of Christian intellect alone could have conceived. She civilization, a gentleman, we should accould say, when her eyes had been opened knowledge thankfully, Mrs. Craven's adeby beneficent pain, with Madame Swetch-quate presentment of our ideal, whether ine: "La vie était belle et heureuse et de in her portraits from life or in her fictions. plus en plus heureuse, belle et intéressante. The fiascos of the best artists in ro.
Her love for her husband had been a mance, when they attempt to combine seed that, buried in his grave, now "filled hero and gentleman, suggest that no Attic the whole earth,” so that all life, all circum- favor can replace the Christian salt in perstance seemed to her bright and full of fecting human nature to the point we cheer. “I weep my Albert gaily,” she mean. could say. In her correspondence, as she Caricature as he is, how we venerate outgrew reverie and egotism, there was a Don Quixote, gentleman and believer ! frank courage in all good action and a great And of modern creations what Pelham or tenderness for those she loved. She Waverley, what Duke of Omnium or Danwrote fast and briefly; for though calm, iel Deronda satisfies our taste as does the she was always in haste to finish what she exquisite Christian, Colonel Newcome? had to do. In sight of the wealth and The rarity of gentleman in French and waste of Paris the passion of poverty German fiction seems in proportion to the seized her. She could not deny herself rarity of religious convictions among enough for her poor, even to being herself French and German novelwrights, while insufficiently clothed and fed. There are a where they do exist, however indefinitely, hundred anécdotes of her sweet neighborli- as in George Sand, we find greater power ness at home and abroad. As she neared to describe that particular product of the death her face became more and more ra. Christian world. diantly happy. “Est-il possible qu'on Mrs. Craven has, in this as in other remeure si doucement?" she asked a friend spects, justified the claim of her Church to with nearly her last breath. Je suis joy- be the mother of universal and noble art. euse, heureuse, je vais vers le ciel; ce sera And in a time when so many are eagerly si joli de se retrouver tous.”. Her last seeking for the missing link between the written words were of tender farewell to human and the divine, and when Maniher "liebe süsse Mama,” for not one nato chæism is busy among discouraged Chrisural sympathy had been lessened by the tians, she has done good work by her growth in her of the larger charities. brave reconnection of the fullest life with
Madame de la Ferronnays survived but ardent piety. She takes up the whole a year.
“Oh!” exclaims her daughter, of love and utters it" as it existed in her "toute la suavité de son âme et de sa own family, and as she knows it exists vie est devenue plus suave encore dans sa wherever there are ardent natures. She mort!”
tells us what it is to love “jusqu'à ne pouThese records of religious life and its voir aimer davantage sans mourir ; sbe relations to morality are welcomed by a fears no height of emotion in her conlarger number of readers in all classes and sciousness of God's good-will and power of all shades of belief than would be read- to guide his creatures; and her latest
" religious influences well nigh exhausted. vindication in romance of that liberty and These memoirs of a family essentially of developed power which man attains by the actual world are a revelation of him faith. who is to many the unknown yet the desired It was in the fit order of things that a God.
Catholic trained by such experience as That the De la Ferronnays family took Mrs. Craven's should have pointed above high place in European society is almost a and beyond the controversies forced on warrant that no fanaticism marred the as- her Church to that higher life the key of pirations of these “elect ladies” and fin- which, if held by any religion, is a princiished gentlemen. Religion was for them I pal title to our respect for it.
In truth she has the gift of opportune- she was but fifteen and he barely twenty, ness. She knows how to charm modern they had not ceased to regard each other ears and how to persuade persons of all with tender feelings; yet for the last five tempers and various scepticisms by her years he might have married any time, so sweet presentment of beautiful life. In to speak, having been sufficiently her novels she delights all who are satiated off.” He had somehow not done so. by false realism when she lets them hear | There had always seemed plenty of time. the very heart-beats of intensest emotion, She was always the same to him. He had, and sketches for them “things lovely, almost unconsciously, half feared that if things of good report."
he married he might find himself, comparaBy stress of insight and sympathy with tively speaking, in poor circumstances. the pain and passion of her fellow-crea- He had, involuntarily, pictured himself as tures, Mrs. Craven rises almost unawares unable to dress so carefully and modishly to theological heights. At last here is a as now; as having to deny himself good Christian writer of the "straitest sect,” wines, good cigars, cabs, and various other who yet has the enthusiasm of true civiliza- things small, perhaps, in themselves, tion. Recognizing the dignity of life, she but mounting up in the year. Now, howdoes not refuse to believe in its best evo- ever, there was no necessity to go into lution, and she has courage to point out such trifles; he had saved largely during the divine law and beauty in human emo- the last few years, and at thirty-five years tion of the nobler sort. She is of her age of age had determined to marry at once. in her recognition of what is fair in the It was not a worthless offer he would have physical universe, but she proves herself to make his Angelina. So far as he was an artist of all ages in her subordination of concerned, he might without vanity conmaterial to intellectual and spiritual beauty. sider himself good-looking, and a favorite Since the Florentines of the fifteenth cen. with society ; more deservedly so, perhaps, tury, few, if any, have so rendered the than half the men of his acquaintance ; for charm of Italian landscape as she does in besides a pleasing manner, he had a fine various passages of her novels; but, also tenor voice, and sang well; and last, like those Florentines and early Venetians, though far from least, he was a fast-rising the landscape is but the paradise wherein literary man; had long since been recog. dwell noble forms of men and women. nized as a writer of no mean merit, and
M. C. BISHOP. was making his way accordingly. In lit
erary circles, by a certain class, he was welcomed with delight, and by all with respect and a certain amount of admira
tion. From The Argosy.
Reflections more or less like this ran EDWIN AND ANGELINA.
through his mind on this his thirty-fifth birthday, as he rolled luxuriously home from chambers, in a bansom, smoking a
choice cigar. And having taken this not CONSIDERING that he really loved her, altogether unsatisfactory inventory of himhe had perhaps been rather long in mak self, his thoughts turned to her, his daring up his mind: but then, it must be ling. There was no one like her in the allowed he had an unusual number of tempworld. She had not, perhaps, a handsome tations to remain single. His home was a face, but surely it was beautiful, so pure very comfortable one. He was idolized and lofty, with its sweet grey eyes. Then by his mother, looked up to and made her dear little white hands, always so much of by his brothers and sisters, had his busy - how many thousand times he had own suite of rooms, and everything about pictured them at work by his fireside, how him so perfect, what wonder that he was many thousand times he had pictured those in no great hurry? Though he had always soft eyes brightening up at his return at meant to marry some time, of course; to night! None but himself knew how near have a nice bome of his own; and he had he had been, many a time and oft, doalways meant to marry the one the world, ing the deed. Sometimes when spending held most dear to him ; the girl who had evenings with “the girls” at his mother's been his baby-companion and youthful house, she would look so bewitching in her sweetheart.
plain dress, generally black silk, with lace Though no word of love had been collar and cuffs, that he could not help spoken between them since he used to noticing how different she was from other walk home from school with her, when I women, and a sudden longing would come
A TRUE STORY.
to make her his own. Sometimes when | at the full determination of doing so withshe sang little simple songs, in a voice, out delay, and had actually chosen that and with a manner, that would have almost month, in his heart, for his honeymoon) drawn tears from a stone, the words had laughed a little, and owned the soft imalmost trembled on his lips; but upon the peachment. “Yes, he was going to marry, whole it had been better to wait until he but he hoped that need not part old friends had fame to offer her as well as love. like them."
He would ask her to-morrow to share “Oh! well, it was very bad hearing with him all he had made of a name, and an awful pity," etc., etc. Almost as great he felt how happy he would be able to a blow as if some one told me I was to be make her, and it would be a grateful married immediately myself.” change for her, poor girl. Her life had After some more light talk, the friends been a bit hard since her father's death, parted - Frank to the dinner at his club, when she took to daily teaching to help to where he informed some kindred spirits keep up their home. They were not poor, that "another good man had gone wrong," exactly. No; they had a very pretty, cozy and Edwin to the home where his handlittle house, but there were a good many some face and graceful figure were welyounger sisters and brothers growing up, comed gladly by other gentle hearts than and Angelina would not be a burden in any those of his mother and sisters. way upon her mother; she would rather add her mite to the general store, than take anything from it. Thus it came to On the evening following the events pass that for the last five years she had recorded in our last chapter our friend taught daily, and the man who was now Edwin bent his s`eps towards the home of about to make her his wife loved and hon his lady-love. He was always welcome ored her for it from the bottom of his there : they all liked him, and at many a heart. He dismissed his cab at the corner pleasant little musical evening his rich of the square. His mother had a soirée voice had played a conspicuous part. On in honor of the birthday, and he would slip this particular night, however, he does not in unnoticed and have time to dress. care to see any of the others; he wants
Just as the cab rolled off, a friendly only his Angelina, to make fully known to hand was laid upon his shoulder and a her all his love, and to rest at last in the friendly voice saluted him that of an old warm sunshine of that sweet smile which Oxford chum. They had been very inti. is for the future to illumine every day of mate at college, and the friendship had all his life. Fortune seems to favor him. never been allowed quite to fall through. “Lipa" and her mother are for once quite “So glad to see you, old boy! Just been alone. The young people have gone to to your place, and hearing you were out, the theatre. Lina was a little overtired, was coming away disconsolate. I want and preferred to remain with her mother. you to come down to me in September. The trio had not been talking many midNow don't say no ; you'll forget how to utes before a servant called away the mishandle a gun, you know, if you go on like tress, and they were alone! this. Two years since you honored my She was knitting a stocking, and a little preserves, and on your own showing ball of cotton lay in her lap. He stooped you've honored no one else's. Do come, forward from his chair beside her, and there's a dear fellow; I've three or four of possessing himself of the little ball, began your set coming, and at least a dozen dying slowly unwinding and re-winding the cotto be introduced to you, to say nothing of ton. He had not imagined the words the ladies, several of whom are lion-hunt- would be so hard to speak, but now, with ers."
those clear eyes and that unconcerned exThe answer came after a moment's pression before him, he found it difficult to pause, and, strange to say, with a blush begin. “Lina, I came here to-night to like a girl.
ask you to be my wife.” Better not to "Well, Frank, I should really be de. beat about the bush ; now it was done, lighted to accept your invitation, but I am and he sat up straight and looked at her. afraid it - it would be impossible this “Will you marry me?"
A faint blush spread over the pale cheek, “You don't mean to say you're think- and a slight start accompanied it, that sent ing of marrying? you have rather a guilty the little ball upon its travels. After stoop. appearance.
ing for a moment to recover it, she turned Our friend Edwin (who was, we know, not upon him a face white as if the moon only thinking of marrying, but had arrived shone upon it.
“No! I cannot marry
you.” Then rising, she continued very his appearance as being that of one walkquietly, but with a tremulous voice: "1 ing in his sleep. am very sorry, but I cannot marry you,” She had refused him! His first feeling and would have left the room.
was one of surprise ; intense, blank surAt first he had seemed stunned; but prise. He had so often pictured this when he saw her going he sprang up and meeting, but so differently, that, now it intercepted the movement.
was over, the aching surprise seemed more “Lina, you cannot leave me like this. than he could bear. Next came sorrow, At least, explain your conduct.”
then anger; then he thought of all she had Then she stood passively before him, said, which came evidently from her heart very pale, and, as he now saw for the first of hearts. He felt how selfish his conduct time, very worn and sorrowful looking. had been; why had he not been by her
“I have nothing more to say. I can side all those years and shielded her from only repeat that I can never marry this hard life? She had called herself no
longer young, and he had noticed lines in Why not? do you not care for me?” that brow which had used to be so smooth
Then came the answer that froze the and fair. In his despair he groaned aloud. very blood in his veins, it was spoken so His love for her was greater than ever ; calmly and sadly. “No, Edwin, not now. he could not bear this punishment. No! But,” she added, with a deep sigh, “ if I be would write to her and beg forgiveness : must speak, I had better tell you the she used to be so loving years ago : he
would write a letter that no woman could Here she looked at him with a faint withstand. And with this grain of comfort smile, and clasped her hands tightly to in his ocean of trouble, he went home gether. “If you had loved me enough to thoroughly tired out by the long walk he make me your wife before you became had taken. rich, we might have been happy. God The best part of the next day he spent knows, I loved you then. But the years in composing the letter that was to do so that have followed have altered me so that much, and before it was finally folded and sometimes I scarcely recognize myself. placed in its envelope the floor of his I have grown old in heart, and no longer chamber looked as if a snowstorm had desire to form any ties beyond those I passed over it. The letter contained deep have already. I loved you once very dear. contrition for having allowed her to work ly, but through all these years it has been as she had done, and many sincere regrets dying, and it is long now since I told my- that he had not asked her, when they were self that, though we might always be both younger, to share life with him, but friends, my love was dead."
(and then came the part about which, un. No, not dead. Oh! my darling, ! consciously to himself, blinded as he was never dreamed of this, or that your life was with self, there was a false ring) he “had really hard, as your words imply. For waited till he had a name, such at it was, give me, Lina, and don't look at me with as well as a home to offer her," etc. that still look. My own, my only love, I The five years which by him had been shall go mad if you cast me off.”
spent in comfort and affluence had been “Hush ! there is some one coming. spent by her in hard, uncongenial work, Good-bye, you will soon forget this. I and her heart had died within her; all girlhave learned to forget. I am sorry you ish ideas of love and marriage had flown have spoken now; the hope that you ever forever: this last he saw, but he quite would died long before the love of which forgot the cause. However, there was it was born. You will find some woman still a faint ray of hope, and with the first younger and fairer than I, who am no feeling of comfort he had experienced for longer young; she, perhaps, will love you two long days, he turned his back upon the now as I once did. Good-bye."
post-office into which he had dropped the She held out to him her little, cold, white all-important letter. hand; he mechanically took it, dropped it, and she was gone.
When mamma returned from her visit As soon as it would have been possible to the kitchen she found poor Edwin “all for him to receive an answer, supposing abroad.” At first, being short-sighted, she wrote immediately, he watched eagerly she noticed nothing, but after some vague for the postman, and that was the followconversation he rose, and, complaining of ing day at breakfast time. He was not not feeling quite “ up to the mark,” took exactly disappointed at not getting one his leave. Mamma afterwards described then; of course her answer would take a