"Dawn! Dawn! where are you?" called Mrs. Austin from the library after Mr. Bowen had left. "I'm glad that stupid fellow has gone," she continued, "for we want you to sing for us."
How could she sing? The sentiment which would suit her mood would not surely be fitted to those who would listen; but forcing her real state aside, she played and sung several lively songs.
"Delightful1!" exclaimed her friend, "we mean to have more of your company now, and keep such stupid people as Clarence Bowen away, he is so changed; he used to be very gay and lively; what do you find in him, Dawn?"
"A need; a great soul need. He wants comforting."
"What, is he sad? He ought to be the merriest, happiest fellow alive. He has enough of this world's goods, and a most brilliant woman for a wife."
"These alone cannot give happiness. True, lasting2 happiness is made up of many little things on which the world places but little value. He has much to make him thoughtful and earnest, and very little to make him gay."
"You are so unlike everybody else, Dawn. Now I like life; real, hearty3, earnest life. I don't care a straw for hidden causes. I want what's on the surface. I think we were put here to enjoy ourselves and make each other happy."
"So do I; but what you call 'happiness,' might to some, be mere4 momentary5 excitement, mere transient pleasure. To me, the word happiness means something deeper; a current, which holds all the ripples6 of life in its deep channel."
"Well, if happiness is the deep undercurrent, as you say, I don't want it. I want the ripples, the foam7, and the sparkle. So let us go to bed and rest, and to-morrow ride over the hills on horseback. I'll take Arrow, he's fiery8, and you may take Jessie. Will you? You need some roses on your cheek." And the joyous9-hearted woman kissed the pale face of her friend till the flush came on her cheeks and brow.
"There; now you look like life; you seemed a moment since as still and white as snow!"
"Your warm nature has surely changed the condition of things, for I feel more like riding just now than sleeping."
"That's good. Suppose we have a moonlight race?"
"I protest against any such proceeding10, being the lord and master of this manor," said her husband, looking up from his book, in which they supposed he was too deeply engaged to hear their conversation.
Reader, don't trust a gentleman who has his eyes on the page of a volume when two ladies are conversing11.
"Then I suppose there's nothing left for us but to go to bed."
"Yes, a something else," said her husband.
"What?"
"Go to sleep."
"Stupid! I suppose you think you have made a brilliant speech."
"On the contrary I think it the reverse. I never waste scintillations of genius on unappreciative auditors12."
"Edward Austin! you deserve to be banished13 a week from ladies' society. Come Dawn, let us retire."
It was in this pleasant, light vein14 of thought that Dawn recovered her mental poise15, and she sank into a sweet and profound slumber16, which otherwise would not have come to her. Thus do we range from one sphere to another, and learn, though slowly, that all states are legitimate17 and necessary, the one to the other. The parts of life contribute to the perfection of the whole. Each object has its own peculiar18 office, as it has its own form. The tulip delights with its beauty, the carnation19 with its perfume, the unseemly wormwood displeases20 both taste and smell, yet in medicinal value is superior to both. So each temperament21, each character, has its good and bad. The one has inclinations22 of which the other is incapable23.
"This is a world of hints, out of which each soul seizes what it needs." So from other lives we draw and appropriate continually into our own, and we need the manifestations25 of life to make us harmonious26. Each person draws something from us that none other can, and imparts out of its special quality that which we cannot receive from any other. We need at times to surrender our will, to merge27 ourselves into another sphere, and loose the tension of our own action; this surrender being to the mind what sleep is to the brain.
The whole of life does not flow through any one channel; we drink from many streams. "A ship ought not to be held by one anchor, nor life by a single hope." Slowly we learn life's compliments, and the value of its component28 parts. Many threads make up the web, and many shades the design. As we advance in experiences, we feel that we could not have afforded to have lost one shade, however dark it may have been. Time, the silent weaver29, sits by the loom30, seeing neither the light nor shade, but only the great design which grows under his hand in the immortal31 web.
The morning was clear and lovely. Mrs. Austin and Dawn rode over the hills, their spirits rising at every step, under the exhilarating exercise. A fresh breeze stirred the leaves of the trees, and made the whole air sweet and vital. Birds carolled their songs, and made the woods vocal32 with praise. Nature seemed set to a jubilant key; while fresh inspiration flowed into the heart of man as he gazed on the scene so redolent with life and beauty.
"You are as radiant as the day," said Mrs. Austin, drawing in Arrow a little, and coming to the side of Dawn.
"Thank you for your compliment, but it's more the reflection of the outer world, than a manifestation24 of myself. One cannot but be bright on such a morning."
"I cannot hold Arrow in longer, or I might argue on that point." In a moment she was out of sight, round the bend of the road.
"She does me good every moment. I sometimes wish I did not see the conditions of life, and its states as I do. I must keep on the surface a little more,--so run along Jessie," said Dawn, giving the gentle animal a little touch of the whip that caused her to canter away briskly and catch up with Arrow. Yet it was but for an instant, for Arrow bounded off as he heard the approach, and horse and rider were soon as far in the distance as before.
At the end of the long road Mrs. Austin halted, and reined33 Arrow under a tree to wait for her friend.
"You are quite a stranger," said Dawn, coming up at a slow pace. "I've been taking time to enjoy the scenery."
"So I perceive. I thought you had dismounted and was sketching34, or writing a sonnet36 to the woods."
"It were most likely to have been the latter, as I never sketch35 anything but human character."
"Then tell me what I am like. Sketch me as I am."
"You are unlike every one else," said Dawn, in an absent manner.
"That's a diversion. Come to the point, and define me. I'm a riddle37, I know."
"If you have got thus far, you can analyze38 yourself. It's a good beginning to know what you are."
"But I cannot unriddle myself. I have, under my rippling39 surface, a few deep thoughts, and good ones, and they make me speak and act better, sometimes. I am not all foam, Dawn."
"I never supposed you were. There is a depth in you that you have never fathomed40, because your life has been gay, and you have never needed the truths which lie deep, and out of sight."
"But I'd rather go up than down; much rather."
"Depth is height, and height is depth."
"So it is. I never thought of that before. Dawn, you could make a woman of me. Edward does not call me into my better self as you do. Why is it?"
"I suppose because he does not need that manifestation of your being. Your lives are both set to sweetly flowing music. You have never felt the sting of want and suffering, either mental or physical, nor witnessed it to any great extent in others."
"Why are we allowed to sit in the sunshine, then, if there is so much sorrow in the world?"
"You are saved for some work. When the worn laborers41 now in the field can do no more, perhaps you will be called forth42."
"O, Dawn, your words thrill me. Then we may not always be as happy as now?" and her glance seemed to turn inward on her joyous heart.
"You may be far happier, but not so full of life's pleasures."
"Yes; I remember the deep, strong current, and the ripples. Let us go on, Dawn. I feel, I don't know how, but strange. Shall we start?"
"Certainly; I wait your move. Come, Jessie, show me another phase of your nature. I have seen how gentle you are; now go."
At the word, the creature seemed to fly through the air, so swiftly did she leap over the ground, and Arrow was left behind.
At noon they stopped at a house on the mountain side, the home of an acquaintance of Mrs. Austin's, to refresh themselves and their horses.
"I have brought you to some strange people," said Mrs. Austin, as they alighted, and a boy came and led their horses to the stable.
"Strange; in what way?"
"O; they believe in all sorts of supernatural things-in the doctrine43 of transmigration, second-sight, and every other impossible and improbable thing."
"I am delighted. I shall be most happy to see them."
"Because you yourself are so much inclined that way?"
"No. I should be more curious to see them if I were not interested in the things you have mentioned. But now I shall meet kindred souls, and in those I always find delight."
"I've half a mind to take you home without even an introduction, for your impudence44; as though I was not a 'kindred soul.'"
"It's too late, now, for here comes a lady and gentleman to welcome you."
"Miss Bernard, my friend Miss Wyman, Mr. Bernard."
Dawn took their proffered45 hands which seemed to thrill with a welcome, and they led the way to a large, old-fashioned parlor46. The house was one of those delightful land-marks of the past generation, which we sometimes see. It stood on a high hill, or rather on a mountain shelf, shaded by lofty trees which seemed like sentinels stationed about to protect it from all intrusion. No innovations of modern improvement had marred47 the general keeping of the grounds and buildings, for any change would have been an injury to the general harmony of the whole. A large, clean lawn sloped to a woody edge in front, and in the rear of the dwelling48 were clusters of pines and oaks.
Miss Bernard could not be described in a book, nor sensed in a single interview, yet we must lay before the reader an outline to be filled by the imagination. She was a blending of all the forces, mental, moral, and spiritual. Her face was full of thought, without the sharp, defined lines, so common to most women of a nervous temperament. It impressed you at once with vigor49 and power; chastened by a deep, spiritual light, which shone over it like that of the declining sun upon a landscape. It seemed to burst from within, not having the appearance of proceeding from dross50 burning away, but like a radiance native to the soul, a part and quality of it, not an ignition which comes from friction51 and war within.
Basil, her brother, whose name indicated his nature, made every one feel as though transported to a loftier atmosphere. He seemed to belong among the stars. Dawn felt at home at once in his presence, which was a mystery to her friend, to whom he seemed intangible and distant. She had never seen upon the face of Dawn such rapt admiration52 as she saw there, when Basil conversed53.
The conversation changed from external to inner subjects, just as the bell rung for dinner. At the table there were no strangers, and to Dawn it seemed as though she had always known them, and many times before, occupied the same place in their midst. Thus do those who are harmonious in spirit affiliate54, regardless of material conditions.
A vase of elegant flowers decked the table, also a basket of blossoms, unarranged, which, at dessert, were placed on the plates of the guests.
A light shone from Basil's eyes, which did not escape Mrs. Austin's notice, as he placed a scarlet55 lily upon her plate.
"The wand-like lily which lifted up,
As a Maenad, its radiant-colored cup,
Till the fiery star, which is in its eye,
Gazed through clear dew on the tender sky."
While these lines of Whittier's ran through her mind:
"I bring no gift of passion,
I breathe no tone of love,
But the freshness and the purity
Of a feeling far above.
I love to turn to thee, fair girl,
As one within whose heart
Earth has no stain of vanity,
And fickleness56 no part."
Then she watched him with deeper interest as he placed a spray of balm beside the lily.
"Balm that never ceases uttering sweets,
Goes decking the green earth with drapery."
"I wonder what he will give me," she said to herself, almost impatiently, yet fearing the offering might not be complimentary57, for she well knew that Basil Bernard was always truthful58. He held already in his hand a rose, blooming and fresh as morning, which he put upon her plate, and beside it a spray of yellow jessamine. Grace and elegance-while the beautiful Mundi rose spoke59 its own language-"you are merry."
"Blushing rose!
Blown in the morning-thou shalt fade ere noon:
What boots a life that in such haste forsakes60 thee?
Thou 'rt wondrous61 frolic being to die so soon,
And passing proud a little color makes thee."
And now came the most interesting point, to see what flowers he would place upon his sister's plate.
First, a handful of violets. "Faithfulness," thought Dawn, "he is right thus far." And then, as though his thoughts rose with the sentiment, he laid snowballs gently around them, while these words flashed upon her mind:
"Should sorrow o'er thy brow
Its darkened shadow fling,
And hopes that cheer thee now,
Die in their early spring;
Should pleasure, at its birth,
Fade like the hues62 of even,
Turn thou away from earth--
There's rest for thee in heaven.
"If ever life should seem
To thee a toilsome way,
And gladness cease to beam
Upon its clouded day;
If, like the weary dove,
O'er shoreless ocean driven,
Raise thou thine eyes above--
There's rest for thee in heaven."
"And now we will each make a contribution to Basil" said his sister, smiling on him in a manner which told how dear he was to her.
She passed the basket to Dawn, who blushed and trembled at first, not with fear, but pleasure.
"The offering," said his sister, "is to be an expression of the sentiments, which, in the opinion of each of us, are most in keeping with his character."
Dawn reached forth, and drew, without hesitation63, a cluster of verbenas, and one white water-lily.
"Sensibility and purity of heart. She has read him aright," thought Miss Bernard.
"Gentle as an angel's ministry64
The guiding hand of love should be,
Which seeks again those chords to bind65
Which human woe66 hath rent apart."
"She has seen my brother's very heart, his most noble self," she repeated to herself, as she passed the basket to Mrs. Austin, who plucked a Clyconthas, and laid it on his plate, with a blossom of Iris67.
"Benevolence," said Dawn, and to her mind these beautiful words were suggested;
"Wouldst thou from sorrow find a sweet relief,
Or is thy heart oppressed with woes68 untold69?
Balm wouldst thou gather for corroding70 grief;
Pour blessings71 round thee like a shower of gold?
'Tis when the rose is wrapped in many a fold
Close to its heart, the worm is wasting there
Its life and beauty; not when, all unrolled,
Leaf after leaf, its bosom72, rich and fair,
Breathes freely its perfume throughout the ambient air.
Rouse to some work of high and holy love,
And thou an angel's happiness shalt know.
Shalt bless the earth while in the world above;
The good began by thee shall onward73 flow
In many a branching stream, and wider grow;
The seed that in these few and fleeting74 hours
Thy hand unsparing and unwearied sow,
Shall deck thy grave with amaranthine flowers,
And yield thee fruits divine in heaven's immortal bowers75."
But one more offering, and that from his sister. She drew the bay leaf, of which the wreath to adorn76 the conqueror77 and the poet is made, and, while the eyes of the two women rested on her, drew forth also the pale, but sweet-scented mountain pink, signifying aspiration78, beautifully expressed by Percival in these lines:
"The world may scorn me, if they choose-I care
But little for their scoffings. I may sink
For moments; but I rise again, nor shrink
From doing what the faithful heart inspires.
I will not falter80, fawn81, nor crouch82, nor wink83,
At what high-mounted wealth or power desires;
I have a loftier aim, to which my soul aspires85."
"We regret that we must leave, now," said Mrs. Austin to her friend, after they had returned to the drawing-room and conversed awhile.
"We would gladly detain you longer, but knowing you have a long drive, we cannot conscientiously86 do so," said Miss Bernard; "but may we not hope to see you both, again?"
"Not unless you return our visit; we cannot take another long drive right away, having so many ways to move, and so little time to spare. But come and see us whenever you can."
"Thank you," replied Miss Bernard, and Basil bowed, while his eyes rested on Dawn.
"We should both be happy to see you again, Miss Wyman," he said, taking her hand, and the horses having been brought to the door, he helped her into the saddle first, and then Mrs. Austin.
They bounded away, and were soon far from the hospitable87 home, discussing, as they rode side by side, the merits and beauties of its occupants.
"I did not tell you Miss Bernard's name. I think her brother did not mention it while we were there; now what do you think it can be?"
"I do not know; perhaps Margaret-a pearl. No, not that; maybe, Agathe, which signifies good; and yet I do not feel I have it yet."
"No; guess again."
"I thought once while there, it might be Beatrice, for she seems like one who blesses."
"You are right. That is her name, and most nobly does she illustrate88 its signification."
"I am glad, for I hoped it was. How strange their names should so suit their natures," said Dawn, musingly89.
"Not if you knew them and their ancestry90. They are of German descent, and believe in all sorts of traditions, and, as I have said before, supernatural things. They live almost wholly in sentiment, and are little known save by a very few. I like them, yet I cannot tell why. When in their presence I feel a sort of transcendental charm, a something intangible, but restful to my soul. It's only with you and them, Dawn, that I ever feel thus, and that is why I brought you together."
"I can never thank you enough, but I wish to know them better."
"You shall. Did I not see how they felt your sphere, as you 'impressionists' say."
"I hope they felt my desire for a better life, for it is a great rest to be comprehended. It is as though some one took us by the hand, and led us over the hard places of life."
"I wish I could feel and live as you do, Dawn. You seem to have something so much deeper and richer in your life, than I have in mine-but, I suppose you would say, if I wanted deeper thoughts, I should search and find them."
"I should, most certainly; you have anticipated my answer. We have what we aspire84 to--what we feel the need of."
"We are getting too earnest, it makes me feel almost sad. Come, Arrow, let me see you speed over that shady road;" and away he flew at the sound of his name, leaving Dawn and Jessie, who seemed in no mood just then for galloping91, far behind.
It was almost twilight92 when they reached home together, Mrs. Austin having checked her horse's speed, for her friend to come up with her. They had passed a most delightful day, and cosily93 seated in their parlor, we will leave them talking as the twilight deepens around, and go to the home of Basil and sister, who are conversing upon the day's events.
"It seems as though somewhere, in this or another existence, I had seen that face and form," said Basil to his sister.
"She is certainly very lovely, wherever you may have met her. She may have been a dove, brother, and rested on your shoulder. I do not know but that we should hesitate before we condemn94 the belief in a transmigration of spirits, souls, and forces, when nature seems to somewhat imply its truth in her kingdom?"
"Spirit cannot, in its countless95 transmigrations, be limited to the little space which we call earth. The life of the universe is the activity of its ever-living forces and existences, and their eternal striving to separate or to unite.
"The belief in the transmigration of souls is of high antiquity96, and is worthy97 of more than a passing thought. A writer has said: 'Being itself does not change, but only its relations. Mind and soul move in other connections, according to divine ordinances98. The strength or weakness of the will, which the mind is conscious of, in itself, by a natural necessity creates a distinction between the elevation99 or the degradation100 of self. That is its heaven-this is its hell. There is an infinite progress of spirit towards perfection in the Infinite, as the solar systems with their planets wheel through the realm of the immeasurable. All eternal activity! New union to be going on of spirits and souls with new powers, which become their serviceable instruments of contact with the All of things-this is transmigration of souls. Any other kind of continued duration and continued action is inconceivable to us. Whether upon earth, or in other worlds, is a matter of indifference101.' But one spirit sees these things more clearly than another."
Basil stopped, and gazed long into the dim twilight, that light so fitted for communion; and as he gazed he felt his mind going out from his home, towards the being who had so touched his soul-thoughts. Was it his counterpart, or second-self, that made him feel that evening as though he had never known himself? What new quality had so blended with his own, in that brief space of time, as to quicken all his spiritual and intellectual perceptions? Would they meet again? and when and where? were the concluding interrogatories as he came back from his reverie, his thoughts flowing again into audible language.
"You seem freshened, brother," said Beatrice, perceiving that he lacked words for the full expression of his intense feelings.
"It's the power of a new mind. I am quickened in spirit."
"I see you are; and is it not wonderful how much a person whom we do not daily meet can inspire us? What an impetus102 such an one brings to us, even though but a few words may be spoken. Its fresh magnetic life mingles103 with our own, and tinctures our inspirations and aspirations104 with a new fervor105.
"True; how much we have to learn regarding social intercourse106. We have in society so little spontaniety, that it will take many genial107 natures like that of Miss Wyman to melt the frost away."
She saw that he was pleased with Dawn, and felt glad. It was almost a relief to feel the strong tension of his love for her relax a little. It is not often that sisters have thus to complain, but Basil Bernard knew what love was, and how to enfold his object in an atmosphere of delight. It was protective and uplifting, refining and broadening, to all who felt it.
There are some natures like that of an infant, ever asking for love, and protecting arms. Such need to be carried on one's bosom, and nestled, through their whole life. There are maternally108 protecting arms that can bear them thus, and in the sphere of their life and love their souls would rest. There are natures that will ever be as children, and also those who can meet their wants.
Such clinging lives should be all infancy109; they should be cared for, until their souls are strong enough to stand alone.
Why is there so much that is fragmentary and unlinked? Why is the vine left to trail, when the strong oak, with its giant trunk, is standing110 bare? It's all in parts, disjointed, broken, as though some world of glory had been torn asunder111, and its portions scattered112 here and there.
There is completeness somewhere-in the land beyond-where the sighs, the tears, the passionate113 longings114, the hopes and fears will be all adjusted, and our souls rest in celestial115 harmony.
We cannot question but that it will be well with us there, if we have striven for the good, our souls conceived of, here. If, with good purpose and intent, we have out-wrought the hints and suggestions which have been given us of life, we must find growing states of rest, sometime, to repletion116. It will not be all peace there; for the two worlds are interblended, and shadow into each other. There is an interplay of life and emotion forever, and to those who sense it, a joy too deep to be portrayed117 by human words; a truth which helps us to bear the sorrows of this life serenely118, and more fully79 appreciate its joys.
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