The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1852-05-29
From Sartain's Magaliae.1
THE LAST LOVE OF TENlERS.
BY CHARLES &. LELAND.


BY CHARLES G. LELAND.
The love of early youth is like the
bright glowing morning-aurora-we
gaze gladly on it, not only for its beauty,
but because it makes us happy in the
hope of brilliant day. But the love of
ripper years is dear to our soul, for in it,
as in the heavenly evening-red, we re-
call the CLEAN and glory of time now
past and gone.
Half of all that we admire or love in
this world, after attaining the age OF re-
Fiction, owes its charm TO association
association, often dim, undeiinable, and
even forgotten. How many bright eye,
or soul-stirring CLEAN of expression, puz-
zles us at the first glance, even more
than it charms, because we cannot, at
the instant, recall when or where, IN the
same, or another form, it first attracted us.
And it is precisely this inability to re-
call the first original iorm-the far.hown,
beautiful spcctre-w which coniprs an at
traction or lends an lndefnable grace and
mystery to that which we now admire.
How many bar Of music-s sadly, spirit
ualy sweet, has thus loated to the inner
penetralia of our heart on wings not its
own. How many smile has cast the
light of heaven into the darkest cham.
Der OF thy soul, whose first forgotten ra
dance was enkindled, it nay be, by
some young beauty of other times, now
dead or passed away forever. How ma
ny poem would vanish, Undecided, did
not its rhythm and melody unconscious
ly recall the once loved songs, which
still linger in our memory, not dead in
deed, but sleeping.
1t were useless TO push the question
further, but we may we'll inquire of
those somewhat advanced in life, and
more ticularly of those who measure
time, not by years, but by experience,
/ If they are net governed in the choice OF
new loves. new friends, new ikings and
sympathles, far more by unconscious, or
even conscious renewals of the past
than they, themselves are generally a.
ware! The most strenuous efforts OF
Youth to recall only bygone feelings.
are invariably and unayo: daily mingled
! with hopes or (, as for the Future
Every emotion is thus ma met, from
which no eXcrtion can DANISH the mega
Hce pole Of anticipation in youth. or
the posatire antithesls of memory in age.
In the year of Tenier's life, his last
love was thus the Indian summer Of his
tirst--a golden reflection, less warm, but
not less beautiful; and loved the more in
that it seemed destined to pass so soon
away. AS the alchymist of the olden
time, raised up in his heart-glass, from
the ashes of the dead and withered rose,
the Lowell Y phantom-the beautiful re-
Election OF the tairer flower, now faded
for ever, so did the artist raise from his
own heart, those dim and shadowy beau
ties which were Of memory and the
dead, to lend grace and a glory, a
lustre and love, to the living. And
those who would rightly comprehend
the setr't OF the attraction which he
found IN The beauty and amiability OF
isabella de Fresne, must seek for them
in the lnelable loveliness and gentle
ness Of lime Breughel.
We are assured, from a thousand lit.
tie incidents, recorded, not only by con.
temporary writers, but scattered here
and there in the works of Teniers, them.
selves, that the period Of his first mar.
RED lie was one of most exquisite and
unalloyed happiness. 1t was during
the days of his first love-marriage with
Anne Breughel, that he witnessed his
earliest trumphs IN art, and experience
ed all the glow and glory of dawnIng
greatness. 1t was in this happy time
that he brought to full perfection, and
made his own, that peculiar style, first
struck out by the elder Breughel, Anne's
grandfather; and with which he had be-
come familiar in the paintings of his
own father and Drawer. 1t was during
this period that his soul first compre-
hended, in all their ineffable and silent
greatness, the sublimlty of the beautiful,
of nature and of God; whether devel-
oped in the fresh green prairie with its
brooks and flowers, or IN the strange,
ever.bubbling sea of human life, with
its lights and shades, its merry gambols
and grotesque monsters. 1t was during
these days that he lived as lord in The
Castle ofthe Three Towers, en- bon cam
pagnon with Don John of Austria, the
Archduke Leopold, the Prince of Or
ange, and many others who were friends