Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1850-02-08
CHAPTER V. THE INTERVIEW WITH
A VIEW
---.iudaX omnia perpeti,
Gems humane ruit per Yelitum nefas.


Edgar awoke from delicious dreams to incon-
solablc sadness. His mind was floating in that
sea of uncertainty which absorbs every other
object in itself. The day of his examination bad
arrived, and he strove TO drive away the busy
phantoms of his Imagination. lie felt the re-
newed trtetfuness of his studies fixed fast
upon him. The natural ambition of his boy
hood and the pride Of his nature made him feel
his situa ion most accutely.
He took a book an shutting himself up in hs
room he dwelt upon the most exciting passages
and scenes that fiction could present awaited him
self of every diversion Il Solitaire could invent,
but every endeavor was quite fruitess. Ills
feelings gained a triumphant ascendancy over
him, and he at last gave himself up to the vision
airy landscapes of memory and the perspectives
of his fancy Busy scetches and shadings of
the proceeding evening glimme-red upon the
canvass of his heart, and Hopes heavenly pen
Gil drew many line OF light, gently and angel
| like, across its underlined outres.
He thought he would have given worlds if
that night could be boted ont forever; and then
reproved himself for the wicked wish He
prayed that he might forget-ay forget all, and
| then repented of his wicked prayer. lie be-
sought that his racked reason might suspend for
a time its inefficient sway and free him from his
b'asphemy.
| His revere carried him onward through eve
nv sorrow of his existence. AS he struck one
| OF these pictures of his imagination, his hand
was again in his bosom, and the locket lay open
! upon h 5 lips. This was the last Tho blood
rushed mantling upward and he felt the air grow
! tick AMI hct lie dashed water on his fire,
rails ID the window TO its full height, and walked
staggering back and forwards in pltitul halt IL
sanity. Dry, dry, dry, was the last he remem-
dera1 and he rushed out of his room and out of
| doors.
The effort, together with the fresh and cool
! air, restored him once more TO himself. After
dinner he determined to try the last remaining
experiment by way of diversion, which was to
| bury himself in < The Wandering JeIo. " Its
| potings and mysteries, might possibly, as 1t
always had done, dispel every other topic Ac-
cordiugly he inquired OF the landlord Tor the
book.
| Il do not know, " his host carelessly replied,
showing him the door of the ladies' parlor.-
:. Go in there and see what you can find. The
| girls have almost every thing like novels IN
! there.
/ Edgar entered abstractly, to draw his mind
into the proper channel; but started back aghast
as though a speatre had struck him with its
deathly wand. Hot hot fire at his heart and
fire at his brain! The stagnant blood again
went flushing along his arteries tinging his
cheek with an unnatural glow of crimson. lie
was tranSixed in his footsteps, while he gazed
at some object across the room. The visions of
Dante were not more terrible than those which
for moment swan around him.
Yes. it might b.. lie felt he was not mad.
Ill, was certain it could be no illusion. The
youthful the beautiful Viola was before him.
l Il in
| hands which were laid npon the end of the sofa
where she sat. Her long, glossy hair fell in
Iuxuriant curls upon her bosom, now beloved
bv many a sob OF heart felt grief. Oh woman
in such an hour thou art more than sylph or
seraph in loneliness and more than fable DetieS
i'm power! While eager obstinacy and revenge
beeet DISGUST and in fact, every attendant pas
sion this weapon of modesty aud mild dlSpaIr
and sorrow that calls for a soother, carries Its
sway to the strongest citadel of pride and am
htion. Ii was sight that arrousedal the chiv-
airy, the sympathy, and the tenderness OF Edgar 5
soul.
For moment he stopped to admire that love-
ly being. plunged, il might be for him, into this
nconsolabIe grief, and felt the storm OF his feel
ings gathering fearful strength within.
Again the candor of his disposition forced the
Interrogation upon him. What ought he to do
The choking sObs of the fair weeper sent thfil
through his frame, and he stepped inyolu ntariiy
to her side.
Sill she moved not, and every broken sob
seemed pang which he could not endure
The violence of his feelings would not PERM
, him longer to remain tongue-ted. tie ralse'
her head from her hands and gazed IN her deel
dark eyes which were blinded with scaidlnl
tears and exclaimed:
Il am Edgar yllers-you are Viola Rioh
srdson-I am a stranger, yet your fondest lover