The daily national Whig. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1847-1849, 1849-01-31

as infancy, the other grave, strong, and durable
| manhood. We love the places where we have loved.
They seem 10 preserve TO our heart as II was OF
Old and resore II TO MS untouched that II may love
| again.
One day. then, In the summer of 1913, was alone,
stretched under the shade OF orange tree on the
terrace OF the little fishing house which inhabited,
looking at the sea- listening to It's pillows which
| brought In and carried out the rolling sea shore
shells, and in inhang the breeze which the turn Of
every wave sent up into the air, like the moist fan,
which is agated by the poor negroes over the heads
Of their masters In our tropics. had finished The
! night before, the memoirs the manuscripts and The
documents which ! had brought for the History Of
| the Girondns. had no more materials.
/ l had re-opened those which never fall us our
memories. was writing on my knee the story Of
Grazlella the sad and charming prcsenment OF love
which formerly met in this guilt; and was writing
It opposite the island Of Procldla in sight Of the ruin
Of the little house in the vines ind garden on the
shore, which her shade seemed to me then to be
| pointing at with her finger. ! saw bark on the
sea, in full sail, approaching the shore, under the
burning sun. young man and young woman
endeavoring to shelter their faces from its rays
behind the mast
The little terrace gate opened. A little Ischa boy,
serving as a guide TO the new corners, entered and
unexpectedly announced to me n stranger. saw u
young man of tall and slender stature approach me-
with slow and measured step, like that Of one who
has an idea and fears to give II ISSUE with mascu-
line but gentle countenance set in frame of black
beard with a profile which was drawn on the blue
sky In two pure Greek lines, like those physiogno-
mics OF the young disciples Of Plato which we find
in the sand Of the Pyreaus on medals or stones.
recognized the quit the profile and the musical voice
of Eugene Pllletan, one Of the friends Of my early
manhood You know this name as that Of one Of
the writers who have the most Of the morning light
Of our future glory, on their first pages the living
foreaste of ideas which open, the precursors
of the age when we shall be present only by our
wishes. love Pilletan for this attraction that
have for the future: received him like good news
vIa IT, .s.lftk thn.
feel.
He had left his young and charming wife at a
house ON the Shore After having talked a moment
about France and this island where he had accident
ly learned at Naples that had retired, he saw my
pages my knee half used pencil in my fingers,
and he asked me what was doing. f" viii You hear
it," said to him, while your young wife Is sleep
ing off the fatgues of the voyage and while you rest
yourself against the trunk Of this same orange tree
! will read tito you" And read while the sun was
sinking behind the Epomoe, high mountain Of the
island some of the pages Of the story of Graziella
The place. the hour the shade the sky, the sea, the
perfume OF the trees spread over the pages without
color or perfume, gave them the Illusion of the dis
ed the book; we descended to the shore; we visited
the island in the evening with his wife, l gave him
the hospitality ofthe night, and he departed.
| remained till the first autumna storms at lschia,
when departed myself for Saint Point
Pressing affairs called me there. Res Augusta
domi as Horace says,--a sad saying, which The
moderns have translated by domestic smbarrdssments
Of tortnt, d8eu!ties firing, according to ones
condition. How Is II that you know these, you will
undoubtedly ask Could You not keep yourself free
by serving your country with honor, that country
which never closed TO You the career Of Its literally
paid negotiaonsl This is true but preferred since
i 1880, to serve at my own expense in the army Of
God, soldier without pay, Of ideas which have no
budget on earth. However this may be, was OBJ
siderable sum, which had borrowed to redeem my
family estate and my mothers house, that Milly
which You had known SO well, and where we had
dreamed and wandered together, when you were
this estate Of heart than Of land, about to
be sold TO be divided into five parts Of which was
/ not TO have one. II was 10 pass to strangers My
sisters and my brothers-in-law, much afflicted
myself offered me generously every means Of saving
| the common depository Of their remembrances. |
| was richer then; made a supernatural effort; l
bought Nlily: hoped to end my days there, The
weight Of this estate, for which paid to the last
yne-stak with borrowed money crushed me for a
long time. ! oyfully accepted this weight, that
might not sell a sentiment for rood Of soil.
never repented II; do not now repent H. But final
ly the hour came when It was necessary to fall or to
sell. vainly hesitated. If time has wings the in
lerest Of borrowed money has the rapdty and weight
OF rail road ear
4 ! was heart broken wrtled in my agony I
made my choice then changed my resolution
looked from distance with despair at that little
gray clock, on the declivity of the. mountain, the
root Of the house. the tops of the linden trees you
know well, and which we see The road over
topping the village roofs said to myself / could
never pass this road again. could never look that
would reproach me- my life long for having given
them for few bags of crowns. And the good In
habianis the brave and poor vnedressers who arc
my foster,brothers, and with whom passed my in
fancy, eating the same bread ut the same table, what
will they sayl what will become Of them when
they learn that have sold their meadows their vine
yards, their roofs their cows and their goats, and
4 that new possessor, who does not know Them who
does not love them Is going to overturn perhaps to.
morrow all their destiny rooted like mine In the un-
| grateful but native SOIL
| became more and more perplexed and tormented
/ But time pressed i sent for one of those men who
respected in the country who buy large estates
| to sell them again in parcels; Of those intell-
gent land brokers, and said to him, "Sell as much
frames, or rather the merchant says to the Jew in
\ Shakspcar's Merchant of Venice "Sell me pound
of my flesh" You know this man. he is from your
/ part OF the country.-M. Nj, he Is aman Of
/ feeling saw the tears in his eyes, hewonld have
4 given his premium to have saved me this trouble,
but he could no louger hesitate. We went together
to the spot, under vague ,Pretence of examining
what part of the estate could be most conveniently
detached and divided into lots accessible to neigh
boring purchasers. But here the EN- barrnssment be-
came greater and the anguish more poignant to us
both. Sir, said he to me- stretching out his and
saving the air with the gesture of land surveyor
cutting the ground, "here Is lot which would sell
readily together, and which would not encroach too
much on what remains to YOU" EYES, replied,
/ Uut ~ ls u NlHcydu winch my IutueT plunteu the
year was born, and which he recommended to us
always to preserve In memory of him, us the best
piece, watered by the sweat of his brow" "Ah
well resumed the appraiser 'here Is anothet which
will tempt many purchasers Of small fortune, because
1t is good for cattle" Eyes," answered. "but this
cannot be- thisis the river the meadow and the
| orchard, where our mother allowed us to play and
battle in our infancy, and whore she trained, with
so much care these nipple trees these aprcots these
cherries for our enjoyment. Let US look elsewhere"
This strip behind the housed" But this borders
on the gard en- and fronts the window Of the family
sitting room Who would be able to look at II with
out tears in his eyes" This group Of detached hou-
ses with the vines the slope descending into the
Valley" "That Is the house Of the husband ofmy
sisters nurse, and the old woman who brought us
up with much love. We might rs well buy them
two places In the cemetry, for the grief of seeing
themselves driven from their roof and their vines
would soon carry them there" "Ah well the princi-
pal house with the Offices the gardens and the space
about the enclosurel" !" But wish TO die In my
fathers bed. ''That is impossible, II would be the
suicide Of all family feeling" "Whnt have you 10
say about selling the bottom of the valley which Is