The Whig standard. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1843-1844, 1844-05-22

changing, as by fairy wand, the very clouds into
sunshine !! strange wild creed, which they
may turn back to the recollection of with smile,
as they grow older and wiser while few per-
ish in their young faith {l8sSeRE8
The men wondered what any one could see in
| bartholomew Arnigio, who was no longer young,
and had, perhaps, never been remarkable for beau
ty, save that intellectual sort with which genins
redeems and marks out her children. His FORE
| head was broad and massive, but Swallowed by
dark lines OF thought, or it may be, sorrow his
eyes gray, and somewhat sunken, with wild
restless expression, and his face fearfuly pale.
Even his most enthusiastic admirers could trace
nothing of majesty in The tall, STOPPING fgure and
nervous department of their poet although its at
tenuation, together with the somewhat feeble
step, took still deeper hold on their sympathies.
They could not have been blind to the fact how,
among that courtly and brilliant crowd, he stood
alone it were, and conspicuous, certainly, nei-
Their for grace nor elegance, but therefore it was
they chung more tenacously to the idol Of their
own creating, because he needed it the more,
which, after all, is but woman's nature.
The poet, far from trumphing in the sensation
he created, seemed rather to shrink from il, with
strange .mingling of pride and reserve, and it
was evident infinitely preferred entering into
long discussion Of his favorite themes, with the
many grave and learned personages present, to
SuIlilIS ntllScll III EldHCCS CtC-
ryWhere met his, with sort Of bashful encour-
agement; and weary, at length, even Of this gor-
geous scene, quilted the crowded saloon, and es-
capped into the grounds surrounding the paazzo.
But for mans own evil passions, what para
disc this world of ours, with its blue skies, and
birds and flowers, would be! Arngo, with bis
lofty brow bent down, and his eye fixed dreamily
on the EARTH walked on, utterly unconscious OF
the calm beauty of the night or the lapse of the
L tip,o until 10 docouorod ofl nppfh that ho had
| unknowingly passed the boundaries prescribed to
visiters, and entered the more private part of the
grounds and was about to retrace his steps. when
| they were arrested by vision of such rare love-
illness, that the poet paused nvoluntarily, and re-
manned, as it were, spe-bound to the spot, while
the girl passed without perceving him. She was
apparently scarcely more than sixteen, and siTn-
ply attired in white robe, girded about the waist
by zone Of silver; her bright hair, unadorned.
and wholly without ornaments, hanging about her
/ like veil. One might almost have taken her
| for spirit so little Of earth was there in the
| radiant beauty of that fair young face--in the
passionate dreaming of those dark starry eyes.
And yet, after all, she was but mortal maiden,
with heart full to Overlooking of innocent Joy,
| and hope, and deep love Of the romantic-the
effect of education, and the folly of her age-for
she was but child. 4A
She paused before an overshadowiDg tree, and
smlingly as she did SO, produced sharp knife,
while Arngio likewise stood still, wondering what
she would do next, and then the girl, STOPPING
down, carved name upon the bark. The name
was Bartholomew, very common one in Italy,
and yet the poets heart beat strangely, and he
waited mpatiently for that small white hand to
resume its loving task. But the maiden had
| shaken back the bright curs from her forehead,
and was looking little thoughtful; perhaps, like
him, she remembered that there were many Bar
thoomeos in the world, and half feared to disclose
more of her boarded secret to the prying and inqn-
| sive eyes of others. And yet, she argued, there
was no need to be ashamed of loving HIM! And
then she bent down again before the tree. There
1 is a strange pleasure in tracing a beloved name
however the cold hearted may laugh at us for the
assertion. The poet bent eagerly forward, his
breath almost waving the curs OF her long hair;
it was his which she had carved.
| For moment Arnigio stood irresolute, whe-
| Their or not he should advance, and make himself
known to his young worshipper; but it was not
| the rresolulion Of passion, but pity, mingled
slightly with some gentler feeling. He sorrowed.
rather than exulted, over what he had seen, and
yet wanted resolution to break through spell
that was strangely fascinating. And the girl,
meanwhile, twining her white arms playfully
around the trunk of that aged tree, rested her
head against it, and sat smiling to herself, in all
the luxury of her own glad thoughts
| poor child" murmured the poet" others
mus! have put this strange folly and infatuation
into thy young heart. And, as you become older
and wiser, it will pass away of itself. There is
| no need for words to awaken thee from the wild
dream. So beautifully Thou wilt have thousand
lovers, and the real will ultimately sweep away
all memory of the IDEAL"
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