The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-07-01

whose only. mission is TO mitigate. tho
ennui Of 'listIess lords ahdsladieS hat
business has he to love, save some rouged
and spangled beauty OF his gypsy clan |
It is true, he is admitted into the fami-
liarity Of the great; lie is lionized, and,
it may be, fattered, by beautiful women |;
often, too, he Is the recipient of the most
delicate condolences; yet, woe betide
him, should he for moment forget his
exact position, and lift his eyes to the
fair forms around him with any other
than the coldest and most deferential
gaze. Yet, it is hard to do this at all
times-hard, with your susceptible,
nervons organization, to case your heart
in steel, and successfully resist the blan-
dishments of beauty and refinement.
was fully aware of all this, and that
my growing passion was the direst in
sanity; every thing-my position in life
the utter Indifference displayed by the
object of NIL this delirium-wentt to prove
the fact. Still, the impassibility, the
GOODNESS, the mystery, only served to add
fuel to my raging love. and was living
in sort of fever. For time did no.
thing but draw figures of melancholy
ladies, with flowers in their hair, write
doggerel sonnets to Beatrice-I had as
certained her name-wherein the moon,
and the stars, and the sea largely figured.
and the word love generally rhymed to
grove. During the height of this mad
ness, arose one night from my sleepless
couch, stifed and restless; threw open
the window; the gentlo breeze from the
sea, bearing on it's wing the voices of
fishermen in the bay, mingled with the
occasional laughter of group of lazza-
roni, listening to the recital of some
drollery; the drowsy hum of the sleep
ing city, and the murmur of the waves,
added to the picturesque sounds which,
in Naples, never cease, day or night-all
tended to compose my mind. I drew on
my dressing gown and slippers, lighted
my meerschaum, and sat by the window,
inhaling rich draughts of cool and CRATE
full air.
Presently, I seized pen and paper. and
began to write. The confused ideas and
passionate rawlings of my heart now found
q vent, and poured themselves forth in
musical forms. Without premeditation
or design, my composition took shape,
into which most happily threw those
wild aspirations which, through igno-
rance of the medium, had been simply
ridiculous abortions on the uncouth can
vass and doggerel verse. So thorougly
OCCduC i uDSOIOtC III LILY OCCu puUlOu,
that I was bewildered when Giulia, the
my door to announce tho arrival of my
matutinal roll and coffee. IlookedIround;
the lamp still feebly fickered against the
now almost brilliant sunlight; mass of
paper lay scattered on the HoCr, and tho
ashes of the pipe had fallen on my tat
tered robe de chdnbre, and curiously per-
forated that venerable garment. hastily
gathered the manuscript together, ex-
tinguished the lamp, admitted the as
tonished Giulia, discussed my breakfast.
and then resumed my work. By noon
it was finished, and finished to my salts
faction; entitled it ga Dream of Love. "
The same evening Twas again engaged
at the palazzo, and went this time tri-
umphantly armed with my new compo-
sition, which had dedicated to "The
Unknown Lady" She was, as usual,
just visible through the perpetual twi-
light which reigned in the abode, with
the same placid expression of goodness
in her divinely beautiful face. The
swarthy stranger was also there, and his
eyes rested on me as wildly as ever; the
good-humored dowager was good-hu-
mored still; the girls, ms far as n group
of sea-nymphs, appeared, like those way
ward beings, devoid of human souls, for
they were utterly unimpressionable. The
other ladies and gentlemen maintained
their usual frigid demeanor. played o
romance Of Beethoven's; Ernst's Elegie;
n selection Of the Lietler ohne INoy1e; and
then my own Dream of Lore. Up to
this time 7 had evidently made no way;
my audience was unmoved, and began
to feel nervous, for had staked all my
hopes on the success Of this last compo-
sition. At length I commenced, end
gazing OH the being of my idolatry,
drank inspiration from that queenly
brow. The tender strain proceeded coy
and gentle as bashful lovers VOWS;
then gradually warming instinctively,
became hurried, uncertain, fierce and
strong, until, reaching the climax of
frenzy, its passion exploded, in wild
burst, and then, in broken sobs, and
scarcely articulate sighs, it slowly died
away in silence.
fixed my straining eye. balls on the
unknown lady, and sought to dive into
he secret recesses Of her soul. With n
throbbing heart and fevered brow, I
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