Character of the Shepherdess and Her Lover.— Feast of Ruthyn.— Songs of the Bards2.
Listen, O man! to the voice of wisdom. The world thou inhabitest was not intended for a theatre of fruition, nor destined3 for a scene of repose4. False and treacherous5 is that happiness, which has been preceded by no trial, and is connected with no desert. It is like the gilded6 poison that undermines the human frame. It is like the hoarse7 murmur8 of the winds that announces the brewing9 tempest. Virtue10, for such is the decree of the Most High, is evermore obliged to pass through the ordeal11 of temptation, and the thorny12 paths of adversity. If, in this day of her trial, no foul13 blot14 obscure her lustre16, no irresolution17 and instability tarnish18 the clearness of her spirit, then may she rejoice in the view of her approaching reward, and receive with an open heart the crown that shall be bestowed19 upon her.
The extensive valley of Clwyd once boasted a considerable number of inhabitants, distinguished20 for primeval innocence21 and pastoral simplicity22. Nature seemed to have prepared it for their reception with all that luxuriant bounty23, which characterises her most favoured spots. The inclosure by which it was bounded, of ragged24 rocks and snow-topt mountains, served but for a foil to the richness and fertility of this happy plain. It was seated in the bosom25 of North Wales, the whole face of which, with this one exception, was rugged26 and hilly. As far as the eye could reach, you might see promontory27 rise above promontory. The crags of Penmaenmawr were visible to the northwest, and the unequalled steep of Snowden terminated the prospect28 to the south. In its farthest extent the valley reached almost to the sea, and it was intersected, from one end to the other, by the beautiful and translucent29 waters of the river from which it receives its name.
In this valley all was rectitude and guileless truth. The hoarse din30 of war had never reached its happy bosom; its river had never been impurpled with the stain of human blood. Its willows32 had not wept over the crimes of its inhabitants, nor had the iron hand of tyranny taught care and apprehension33 to seat themselves upon the brow of its shepherds. They were strangers to riches, and to ambition, for they all lived in a happy equality. He was the richest man among them, that could boast of the greatest store of yellow apples and mellow35 pears. And their only objects of rivalship were the skill of the pipe and the favour of beauty. From morn to eve they tended their fleecy possessions. Their reward was the blazing hearth36, the nut-brown beer, and the merry tale. But as they sought only the enjoyment37 of a humble38 station, and the pleasures of society, their labours were often relaxed. Often did the setting sun see the young men and the maidens40 of contiguous villages, assembled round the venerable oak, or the wide-spreading beech41. The bells rung in the upland hamlets; the rebecs sounded with rude harmony; they danced with twinkling feet upon the level green or listened to the voice of the song, which was now gay and exhilarating, and now soothed42 them into pleasing melancholy43.
Of all the sons of the plain, the bravest, and the most comely44, was Edwin. His forehead was open and ingenuous45, his hair was auburn, and flowed about his shoulders in wavy47 ringlets. His person was not less athletic48 than it was beautiful. With a firm hand he grasped the boar-spear, and in pursuit he outstripped49 the flying fawn50. His voice was strong and melodious51, and whether upon the pipe or in the song, there was no shepherd daring enough to enter the lists with Edwin. But though he excelled all his competitors, in strength of body, and the accomplishments53 of skill, yet was not his mind rough and boisterous54. Success had not taught him a despotic and untractable temper, applause had not made him insolent55 and vain. He was gentle as the dove. He listened with eager docility56 to the voice of hoary57 wisdom. He had always a tear ready to drop over the simple narrative58 of pastoral distress59. Victor as he continually was in wrestling, in the race, and in the song, the shout of triumph never escaped his lips, the exultation60 of insult he was never heard to utter. On the contrary, with mild and unfictitious friendship, he soothed the breast of disappointment, and cheered the spirits of his adversary62 with honest praise.
But Edwin was not more distinguished among his brother shepherds, than was Imogen among the fair. Her skin was clear and pellucid63. The fall of her shoulders was graceful64 beyond expression. Her eye-brows were arched, and from her eyes shot forth65 the grateful rays of the rising sun. Her waist was slender; and as she ran, she outstripped the winds, and her footsteps were printless on the tender herb. Her mind, though soft, was firm; and though yielding as wax to the precepts66 of wisdom, and the persuasion67 of innocence, it was resolute68 and inflexible69 to the blandishments of folly70, and the sternness of despotism. Her ruling passion was the love of virtue. Chastity was the first feature in her character. It gave substance to her accents, and dignity to her gestures. Conscious innocence ennobled all her reflexions, and gave to her sentiments and manner of thinking, I know not what of celestial71 and divine.
Edwin and Imogen had been united in the sports of earliest infancy72. They had been mutual73 witnesses to the opening blossoms of understanding and benevolence74 in each others breasts. While yet a boy, Edwin had often rescued his mistress from the rude vivacity75 of his playmates, and had bestowed upon her many of those little distinctions which were calculated to excite the flame of envy among the infant daughters of the plain. For her he gathered the vermeil-tinctured pearmain, and the walnut76 with an unsavoury rind; for her he hoarded78 the brown filberd, and the much prized earth-nut. When she was near, the quoit flew from his arm with a stronger whirl, and his steps approached more swiftly to the destined goal. With her he delighted to retire from the heat of the sun to the centre of the glade79, and to sooth her ear with the gaiety of innocence, long before he taught her to hearken to the language of love. For her sake he listened with greater eagerness to the mirthful relation, to the moral fiction, and to the song of the bards. His store of little narratives80 was in a manner inexhaustible. With them he beguiled81 the hour of retirement82, and with them he hastened the sun to sink behind the western hill.
But as he grew to manly84 stature85, and the down of years had begun to clothe his blushing cheek, he felt a new sensation in his breast hitherto unexperienced. He could not now behold86 his favourite companion without emotion; his eye sparkled when he approached her; he watched her gestures; he hung upon her accents; he was interested in all her motions. Sometimes he would catch the eye of prudent87 age or of sharp-sighted rivalry89 observing him, and he instantly became embarrassed and confused, and blushed he knew not why. He repaired to the neighbouring wake, in order to exchange his young lambs and his hoard77 of cheeses. Imogen was not there, and in the midst of traffic, and in the midst of frolic merriment he was conscious to a vacancy90 and a listlessness for which he could not account. When he tended his flocks, and played upon his slender pipe, he would sink in reverie, and form to himself a thousand schemes of imaginary happiness. Erewhile they had been vague and general. His spirit was too gentle for him not to represent to himself a fancied associate; his heart was not narrow enough to know so much as the meaning of a solitary91 happiness. But Imogen now formed the principal figure in these waking dreams. It was Imogen with whom he wandered beside the brawling93 rill. It was Imogen with whom he sat beneath the straw-built shed, and listened to the pealing94 rain, and the hollow roaring of the northern blast. If a moment of forlornness and despair fell to his lot, he wandered upon the heath without his Imogen, and he climbed the upright precipice95 without her harmonious96 voice to cheer and to animate97 him. In a word, passion had taken up her abode98 in his guileless heart before he was aware of her approach. Imogen was fair; and the eye of Edwin was enchanted99. Imogen was gentle; and Edwin loved.
Simple as was the character of the inhabitants of this happy valley, it is not to be supposed that Edwin found many obstacles to the enjoyment of the society of his mistress. Though strait as the pine, and beautiful as the gold-skirted clouds of a summer morning, the parents of Imogen had not learned to make a traffic of the future happiness of their care. They sought not to decide who should be the fortunate shepherd that should carry her from the sons of the plain. They left the choice to her penetrating100 wit, and her tried discretion101. They erected102 no rampart to defend her chastity; they planted no spies to watch over her reputation. They entrusted104 her honour to her own keeping. They were convinced, that the spotless dictates105 of conscious innocence, and that divinity that dwells in virtue and awes106 the shaggy satyr into mute admiration107, were her sufficient defence. They left to her the direction of her conduct. The shepherdess, unsuspicious by nature, and untaught to view mankind with a wary108 and a jealous eye, was a stranger to severity and caprice. She was all gentleness and humanity. The sweetness of her temper led her to regard with an eye of candour, and her benevolence to gratify all the innocent wishes, of those about her. The character of a woman undistinguishing in her favours, and whose darling employment is to increase the number of her admirers, is in the highest degree unnatural109. Such was not the character of Imogen. She was artless and sincere. Her tongue evermore expressed the sentiments of her heart. She drew the attention of no swain from a rival; she employed no stratagems110 to inveigle112 the affections; she mocked not the respect of the simple shepherd with delusive113 encouragement. No man charged her with broken vows114; no man could justly accuse her of being cruel and unkind.
It may therefore readily be supposed, that the subject of love rather glided115 into the conversation of Edwin and Imogen, than was regularly and designedly introduced. They were unknowing in the art of disguising their feelings. When the tale spoke116 of peril117 and bravery, the eyes of Edwin sparkled with congenial sentiments, and he was evermore ready to start from the grassy119 hilloc upon which they sat. When the little narrative told of the lovers pangs120, and the tragic121 catastrophe122 of two gentle hearts whom nature seemed to have formed for mildness and tranquility, Imogen was melted into the softest distress. The breast of her Edwin would heave with a sympathetic sigh, and he would even sometimes venture, from mingled123 pity and approbation124, to kiss away the tear that impearled her cheek. Intrepid125 and adventurous126 with the hero, he began also to take a new interest in the misfortunes of love. He could not describe the passionate128 complaints, the ingenuous tenderness of another, without insensibly making the case his own. “Had the lover known my Imogen, he would no longer have sighed for one, who could not have been so fair, so gentle, and so lovely.” Such were the thoughts of Edwin; and till now Edwin had always expressed his thoughts. But now the words fell half-formed from his trembling lips, and the sounds died away before they were uttered. “Were I to speak, Imogen, who has always beheld129 me with an aspect of benignity130, might be offended. I should say no more than the truth; but Imogen is modest. She does not suspect that she possesses half the superiority over such as are called fair, which I see in her. And who could bear to incur132 the resentment133 of Imogen? Who would irritate a temper so amiable134 and mild? I should say no more than the truth; but Imogen would think it flattery. Let Edwin be charged with all other follies135, but let that vice136 never find a harbour in his bosom; let the imputation137 of that detested138 crime never blot his untarnished name.”
Edwin had received from nature the gift of an honest and artless eloquence140. His words were like the snow that falls beneath the beams of the sun; they melted as they fell. Had it been his business to have pleaded the cause of injured innocence or unmerited distress, his generous sympathy and his manly persuasion must have won all hearts. Had he solicited141 the pursuit of rectitude and happiness, his ingenuous importunity142 could not have failed of success. But where the mind is too deeply interested, there it is that the faculties143 are most treacherous. Ardent144 were the sighs of Edwin, but his voice refused its assistance, and his tongue faultered under the attempts that he made. Fluent and voluble upon all other subjects, upon this he hesitated. For the first time he was dissatisfied with the expressions that nature dictated145. For the first time he dreaded146 to utter the honest wishes of his heart, apprehensive147 that he might do violence to the native delicacy148 of Imogen.
But he needed not have feared. Imogen was not blind to those perfections which every mouth conspired149 to praise. Her heart was not cold and unimpassioned; she could not see these perfections, united with youth and personal beauty, without being attracted. The accents of Edwin were music to her ear. The tale that Edwin told, interested her twice as much as what she heard from vulgar lips. To wander with Edwin along the flowery mead150, to sit with Edwin in the cool alcove151, had charms for her for which she knew not how to account, and which she was at first unwilling152 to acknowledge to her own heart. When she heard of the feats153 of the generous lover, his gallantry in the rural sports, and his reverence155 for the fair, it was under the amiable figure of Edwin that he came painted to her treacherous imagination. She was a stranger to artifice156 and disguise, and the renown157 of Edwin was to her the feast of the soul, and with visible satisfaction she dwelt upon his praise. Even in sleep her dreams were of the deserving shepherd. The delusive pleasures that follow in the train of dark-browed night, all told of Edwin. The unreal mockery of that capricious being, who cheats us with scenes of fictitious61 wretchedness, was full of the unmerited calamities158, the heartbreaking woe159, or the untimely death of Edwin. From Edwin therefore the language of love would have created no disgust. Imogen was not heedless and indiscreet; she would not have sacrificed the dignity of innocence. Imogen was not coy; she would not have treated her admirer with affected160 disdain161. She had no guard but virgin162 modesty163 and that conscious worth, that would be wooed, and not unsought be won.
Such was the yet immature164 attachment165 of our two lovers, when an anniversary of religious mirth summoned them, together with their neighbour shepherds of the adjacent hamlet, to the spot which had long been consecrated166 to rural sports and guiltless festivity, near the village of Ruthyn. The sun shone with unusual splendour; the Druidical temples, composed of immense and shapeless stones, heaped upon each other by a power stupendous and incomprehensible, reflected back his radiant beams. The glade, the place of destination to the frolic shepherds, was shrouded167 beneath two venerable groves169 that encircled it on either side. The eye could not pierce beyond them, and the imagination was in a manner embosomed in the vale. There were the quivering alder170, the upright fir, and the venerable oak crowned with sacred mistletoe. They grew upon a natural declivity171 that descended173 every way towards the plain. The deep green of the larger trees was fringed towards the bottom with the pleasing paleness of the willow31. From one of the groves a little rivulet174 glided across the plain, and was intersected on one side by a stream that flowed into it from a point equally distant from either extremity175 of its course. Both these streams were bordered with willows. In a word, upon the face of this beautiful spot all appeared tranquility and peace. It was without a path, and you would imagine that no human footsteps had ever invaded the calmness of its solitude176. It was the eternal retreat of the venerable anchorite; it was the uninhabited paradise in the midst of the trackless ocean.
Such was the spot where the shepherds and shepherdesses of a hundred cots were now assembled. In the larger compartiments of the vale, the more muscular and vigorous swains pursued the flying ball, or contended in the swift-footed race. The bards, venerable for their age and the snowy whiteness of their hair, sat upon a little eminence177 as umpires of the sports. In the smaller compartiments, the swains, mingled with the fair, danced along the level green, or flew, with a velocity178 that beguiled the eager sight, beneath the extended arms of their fellows. Here a few shepherds, apart from the rest, flung the ponderous179 quoit that sung along the air. There two youths, stronger and more athletic than the throng180, grasped each others arms with an eager hand, and struggled for the victory. Now with manly vigour181 the one shook the sinewy182 frame of the other; now they bended together almost to the earth, and now with double force they reared again their gigantic stature. At one time they held each other at the greatest possible distance; and again, their arms, their legs and their whole bodies entwined, they seemed as if they had grown together. When the weaker or less skilful183 was overthrown184, he tumbled like a vast and mountain oak, that for ages had resisted the tumult185 of the winds; and the whole plain resounded186 at his fall. Such as were unengaged formed a circle round the wrestlers, and by their shouts and applause animated188 by turns the flagging courage of either.
And now the sun had gained his meridian189 height, and, fatigued190 with labour and heat, they seated themselves upon the grass to partake of their plain and rural feast. The parched192 wheat was set out in baskets, and the new cheeses were heaped together. The blushing apple, the golden pear, the shining plum, and the rough-coated chesnut were scattered193 in attractive confusion. Here were the polished cherry and the downy peach; and here the eager gooseberry, and the rich and plenteous clusters of the purple grape. The neighbouring fountain afforded them a cool and sparkling beverage194, and the lowing herds34 supplied the copious195 bowl with white and foaming198 draughts199 of milk. The meaner bards accompanied the artless luxury of the feast with the symphony of their harps200.
The repast being finished, the company now engaged in those less active sports, that exercise the subtility of the wit, more than the agility201 or strength of the body. Their untutored minds delighted themselves in the sly enigma202, and the quaint203 conundrum204. Much was their laughter at the wild guesses of the thoughtless and the giddy; and great the triumph of the swain who penetrated205 the mystery, and successfully removed the abstruseness206 of the problem. Many were the feats of skill exhibited by the dextrous shepherd, and infinite were the wonder and admiration of the gazing spectators. The whole scene indeed was calculated to display the triumph of stratagem111 and invention. A thousand deceits were practised upon the simple and unsuspecting, and while he looked round to discover the object of the general mirth, it was increased into bursts of merriment, and convulsive gaiety. At length they rose from the verdant207 green, and chased each other in mock pursuit. Many flew towards the adjoining grove168; the pursued concealed208 himself behind the dark and impervious209 thicket210, or the broad trunk of the oak, while the pursuers ran this way and that, and cast their wary eyes on every side. Carefully they explored the bushes, and surveyed each clump211 of tufted trees. And now the neighbouring echoes repeated the universal shout, and proclaimed to the plain below, that the object of their search was found. Fatigue191 however, in spite of the gaiety of spirit with which their sports were pursued, began to assert his empire, and they longed for that tranquility and repose which were destined to succeed.
At this instant the united sound of the lofty harp88, the melodious rebec, and the chearful pipe, summoned them once again to the plain. From every side they hastened to the lawn, and surrounded, with ardent eyes, and panting expectation, the honoured troop of the bards, crowned with laurel and sacred mistletoe. And now they seated themselves upon the tender herb; and now all was stilness and solemn silence. Not one whisper floated on the breeze; not a murmur was heard. The tumultuous winds were hushed, and all was placid212 composure, save where the gentle zephyr213 fanned the leaves. The tinkling214 rill babbled215 at their feet; the feathered choristers warbled in the grove; and the deep lowings of the distant herds died away upon the ear. The solemn prelude216 began from a full concert of the various instruments. It awakened217 attention in the thoughtless, and composed the frolic and the gay into unbroken heedfulness. The air was oppressed with symphonious sounds, and the ear filled with a tumult of harmony.
On a sudden the chorus ceased: Those instruments which had united their force to fill the echoes of every grove, and of every hill, were silent. And now a bard1, of youthful appearance, but who was treated with every mark of honour and distinction, and seated on the left hand of the hoary Llewelyn, the prince of song, struck the lyre with a lofty and daring hand. His eye sparkled with poetic218 rapture219, and his countenance220 beamed with the sublime221 smile of luxuriant fancy and heaven-born inspiration. He sung of the wanton shepherd, that followed, with ungenerous perseverance222, the chaste223 and virgin daughter of Cadwallo. The Gods took pity upon her distress, the Gods sent down their swift and winged messenger to shield her virtue, and deliver her from the persecution224 of Modred. With strong and eager steps the ravisher pursued: timid apprehension, and unviolated honour, urged her rapid flight. But Modred was in the pride of youth; muscular and sinewy was the frame of Modred. Beauteous and snowy was the person of the fair: her form was delicate, and her limbs were tender. If heaven had not interposed, if the Gods had not been on her side, she must have fallen a victim to savage225 fury and brutal226 lust15. But, in the crisis of her fate, she gradually sunk away before the astonished eyes of Modred. That beauteous frame was now no more, and she started from before him, swifter than the winds, a timid and listening hare. Still, still the hunter pursued; he suspended not the velocity of his course. The speed of Modred was like the roe227 upon the mountains; every moment he gained upon the daughter of Cadwallo. But now the object of his pursuit vanished from his sight, and eluded228 his eager search. In vain he explored every thicket, and surveyed all the paths of the forest. While he was thus employed, on a sudden there burst from a cave a hungry and savage wolf; it was the daughter of Cadwallo. Modred started with horror, and in his turn fled away swifter than the winds. The fierce and ravenous229 animal pursued; fire flashed from the eye, and rage and fury sat upon the crest230. Mild and gentle was the daughter of Cadwallo; her heart relented; her soft and tender spirit belied231 the savage form. They approached the far famed stream of Conway. Modred cast behind him a timid and uncertain eye; the virgin passed along, no longer terrible, a fair and milk white hind83. Modred inflamed233 with disappointment, reared his ponderous boar spear, and hurled234 it from his hand. Too well, ah, cruel and untutored swain! thou levelest thy aim. Her tender side is gored235; her spotless and snowy coat is deformed236 with blood. Agitated237 with pain, superior to fear, she plunges238 in the flood. When lo! a wonder; on the opposite shore she rises, radiant and unhurt, in her native form. Modred contemplates239 the prodigy240 with astonishment241; his lust and his brutality242 inflame232 him more than ever. Eagerly he gazes on her charms; in thought he devours243 her inexpressive beauties. And now he can no longer restrain himself; with sudden start he leaps into the river. The waves are wrought244 into a sudden tempest; they hurry him to and fro. He buffets245 them with lusty arms; he rides upon the billows. But vain is human strength; the unseen messenger of the Gods laughs at the impotent efforts of Modred. At length the waters gape246 with a frightful247 void; the bottom, strewed248 with shells, and overgrown with sea-weed, is disclosed to the sight. Modred, unhappy Modred, sinks to rise no more. His beauty is tarnished139 like the flower of the field; his blooming cheek, his crimson249 lip, is pale and colourless. Learn hence, ye swains, to fear the Gods, and to reverence the divinity of virtue. Modred never melted for another’s woe; the tear of sympathy had not moistened his cheek. The heart of Modred was haughty250, insolent and untractable; he turned a deaf ear to the supplication251 of the helpless, he listened not to the thunder of the Gods. Let the fate of Modred be remembered for a caution to the precipitate252; let the children of the valley learn wisdom. Heaven never deserts the cause of virtue; chastity wherever she wanders (be it not done in pride or in presumption) is sacred and invulnerable.
Such was the song of the youthful bard. Every eye was fixed253 upon his visage while he struck the lyre; the multitude of the shepherds appeared to have no faculty254 but the ear. And now the murmur of applause began; and the wondering swains seemed to ask each other, whether the God of song were not descended among them. “Oh glorious youth,” cried they, “how early is thy excellence255! Ere manhood has given nerve and vigour to thy limbs, ere yet the flowing beard adorns256 thy gallant154 breast, nature has unlocked to thee her hidden treasures, the Gods have enriched thee with all the charms of poetry. Great art thou among the bards; illustrious in wisdom, where they all are wise. Should gracious heaven spare thy life, we will cease to weep the death of Hoel; we will lament257 no longer the growing infirmities of Llewelyn.”
While they yet spoke, a bard, who sat upon the right hand of the prince, prepared to sweep the string. He was in the prime of manhood. His shining locks flowed in rich abundance upon his strong and graceful shoulders. His eye expressed more of flame than gaiety, more of enthusiasm than imagination. His brow, though manly, and, as it should seem, by nature erect103, bore an appearance of solemn and contemplative. He had ever been distinguished by an attachment to solitude, and a love for those grand and tremendous objects of uncultivated nature with which his country abounded258. His were the hanging precipice, and the foaming cataract259. His ear drank in the voice of the tempest; he was rapt in attention to the roaring thunder. When the contention260 of the elements seemed to threaten the destruction of the universe, when Snowdon bowed to its deepest base, it was then that his mind was most filled with sublime meditation261. His lofty soul soared above the little war of terrestrial objects, and rode expanded upon the wings of the winds. Yet was the bard full of gentleness and sensibility; no breast was more susceptible262 to the emotions of pity, no tongue was better skilled in the soft and passionate touches of the melting and pathetic. He possessed263 a key to unlock all the avenues of the heart.
Such was the bard, and this was the subject of his song. He told of a dreadful famine, that laid waste the shores of the Menai. Heaven, not to punish the shepherds, for, alas264, what had these innocent shepherds done? but in the mysterious wisdom of its ways, had denied the refreshing265 shower, and the soft-descending dew. From the top of Penmaenmawr, as far as the eye could reach, all was uniform and waste. The trees were leafless, not one flower adorned266 the ground, not one tuft of verdure appeared to relieve the weary eye. The brooks268 were dried up; their beds only remained to tell the melancholy tale, Here once was water; the tender lambs hastened to the accustomed brink269, and lifted up their innocent eyes with anguish270 and disappointment. The meadows no longer afforded pasture of the cattle; the trees denied their fruits to man. In this hour of calamity271 the Druids came forth from their secret cells, and assembled upon the heights of Mona. This convention of the servants of the Gods, though intended to relieve the general distress, for a moment increased it. The shepherds anticipated the fatal decree; they knew that at times like this the blood of a human victim was accustomed to be shed upon the altars of heaven. Every swain trembled for himself or his friend; every parent feared to be bereaved272 of the staff of his age. And now the holy priest had cast the lots in the mysterious urn46; and the lot fell upon the generous Arthur. Arthur was beloved by all the shepherds that dwelt upon the margin273 of the main; the praise of Arthur sat upon the lips of all that knew him. But what served principally to enhance the distress, was the attachment there existed between him and the beauteous Evelina. Mild was the breast of Evelina, unused to encounter the harshness of opposition274, or the chilly275 hand and forbidding countenance of adversity. From twenty shepherds she had chosen the gallant Arthur, to reward his pure and constant love. Long had they been decreed to make each other happy. No parent opposed himself to their virtuous276 desires; the blessing277 of heaven awaited them from the hand of the sacred Druid. But in the general calamity of their country they had no heart to rejoice; they could not insult over the misery278 of all around them. “Soon, oh soon,” cried the impatient shepherd, “may the wrath279 of heaven be overpast! Extend, all-merciful divinity, thy benign131 influence to the shores of Arvon! Once more may the rustling280 of the shower refresh our longing281 ears! Once more may our eyes be gladdened with the pearly, orient dew! May the fields be clothed afresh in cheerful green! May the flowers enamel282 the verdant mead! May the brooks again brawl92 along their pebbly283 bed! And may man and beast rejoice together!” Ah, short-sighted, unapprehensive shepherd! thou dost not know the misfortune that is reserved for thyself; thou dost not know, that thou shalt not live to behold those smiling scenes which thy imagination forestallest; thou dost not see the dart284 of immature and relentless285 death that is suspended over thee. Think, O ye swains, what was the universal astonishment and pity, when the awful voice of the Druid proclaimed the decree of heaven! Terror sat upon every other countenance, tears started into every other eye; but the mien286 of Arthur was placid and serene287. He came forward from the throng; his eyes glistened288 with the fire of patriotism289. “Hear me, my countrymen,” cried he, “for you I am willing to die. What is my insignificant290 life, when weighed against the happiness of Arvon? Be grateful to the Gods, that, for so poor a boon291, they are willing to spread wide the hand of bounty, and to exhaust upon your favoured heads the horn of plenty.” While he spoke he turned his head to the spot from which he had advanced, and beheld, a melting object, Evelina, pale and breathless, supported in the arms of the maidens. For a moment he forgot his elevated sentiments and his heroism292, and flew to raise her. “Evelina, mistress of my heart, awake. Lift up thine eyes and bless thy Arthur. Be not too much subdued293 by my catastrophe. Live to comfort the grey hairs, and to succour the infirmities of your aged187 parent.” While the breast of Arthur was animated with such sentiments, and dictated a conduct like this, the priests were employed in the mournful preparations. The altar was made ready; the lambent fire ascended294 from its surface; the air was perfumed with the smoke of the incense295; the fillets were brought forth; and the sacred knife glittered in the hand of the chief of the Druids. The bards had strung their harps, and began the song of death. The sounds were lofty and animating296, they were fitted to inspire gallantry and enterprise into the trembling coward; they were fitted to breathe a soul into the clay-cold corse. The spirit of Arthur was roused; his eye gleamed with immortal297 fire. The aged oak, that strikes its root beneath the soil, so defies the blast, and so rears its head in the midst of the whirlwind. But oh, who can paint the distress of Evelina? Now she dropped her head, like the tender lily whose stalk, by some vulgar and careless hand has been broken; and now she was wild and ungovernable, like the wild beast that has been robbed of its young. For an instant the venerable name of religion awed298 her into mute submission299. But when the fatal moment approached, not the Gods, if the Gods had descended in all their radiant brightness, could have restrained her any longer. The air was rent with her piercing cries. She spoke not. Her eyes, in silence turned towards heaven, distilled300 a plenteous shower. At length, swifter than the winged hawk301, she flew towards the spot, and seized the sacred and inviolable arm of the holy Druid, which was lifted up to strike the final blow. “Barbarous and inhuman302 priest,” she cried, “cease your vile303 and impious mummery! No longer insult us with the name of Gods. If there be Gods, they are merciful; but thou art a savage and unrelenting monster. Or if some victim must expire, strike here, and I will thank thee. Strike, and my bosom shall heave to meet the welcome blow. Do any thing. But oh, spare me the killing304, killing spectacle!” During this action the maidens approached and hurried her from the plain. “Go,” cried Arthur, “and let not the heart of Evelina be sad. My Death has nothing in it that deserves to be deplored305. It is glorious and enviable. It shall be remembered when this frame is crumbled306 into dust. The song of the bards shall preserve it to never dying fame.” The inconsolable fair one had now been forced away. The intrepid shepherd bared his breast to the sacred knife. His nerves trembled not. His bosom panted not. And now behold the lovely youth, worthy307 to have lived through revolving308 years, sunk on the ground, and weltering in his blood. Yes, gallant Arthur, thou shalt possess that immortality309 which was the first wish of thy heart! My song shall embalm310 thy precious memory, thy generous, spotless fame! But, ah, it is not in the song of the bards to sooth the rooted sorrow of Evelina. Every morning serves only to renew it. Every night she bathes her couch in tears. Those objects, which carry pleasure to the sense of every other fair, serve only to renew thy unexhausted grief. The rustling shower, the pearly dew, the brawling brook267, the cheerful green, the flower-enameled mead, all join to tell of the barbarous and untimely fate of Arthur. Smile no more, O ye meads; mock not the grief of Evelina. Let the trees again be leafless; let the rivers flow no longer in their empty beds. A scene like this suits best the settled temper of Evelina.
He ceased. And his pathetic strain had awakened the sympathy of the universal throng. Every shepherd hung his mournful head, when the untimely fate of Arthur was related; every maiden39 dropped a generous tear over the sorrows of Evelina. They listened to the song, and forgot the poet. Their souls were rapt with alternate passions, and they perceived not the matchless skill by which they were excited. The lofty bard hurried them along with the rapidity of his conceptions, and left them no time for hesitation311, and left them no time for reflection. He ceased, and the melodious sounds still hung upon their ear, and they still sat in the posture312 of eager attention. At length they recollected313 themselves; and it was no longer the low and increasing murmur of applause: it was the exclamation314 of rapture; it was the unpremeditated shout of astonishment.
In the mean time, the reverend Llewelyn, upon whose sacred head ninety winters had scattered their snow, grasped the lyre, which had so often confessed the master’s hand. Though far advanced in the vale of years, there was a strength and vigour in his age, of which the degeneracy of modern times can have little conception. The fire was not extinguished in his flaming eye; it had only attained315 that degree of chasteness316 and solemnity, which had in it by so much the more, all that is majestic317, and all that is celestial. His looks held commerce with his native skies. No vulgar passion ever visited his heaven-born mind. No vulgar emotion ever deformed the godlike tranquility of his soul. He had but one passion; it was the love of harmony. He was conscious only to one emotion; it was reverence for the immortal Gods. He sat like the anchorite upon the summit of Snowdon. The tempests raise the foaming ocean into one scene of horror, but he beholds318 it unmoved. The rains descend172, the thunder roars, and the lightnings play beneath his feet.
Llewelyn struck the lyre, and the innumerable croud was noiseless and silent as the chambers319 of death. They did not now wait for the pleasing tale of a luxuriant imagination, or the pathetic and melting strain of the mourner. They composed their spirits into the serenity321 of devotion. They called together their innocent thoughts for the worship of heaven. By anticipation322 their bosoms323 swelled324 with gratitude325, and their hearts dilated326 into praise.
The pious196 Llewelyn began his song from the rude and shapeless chaos327. He magnified the almighty328 word that spoke it into form. He sung of the loose and fenny329 soil which gradually acquired firmness and density330. The immeasurable, eternal caverns331 of the ocean were scooped332. The waters rushed along, and fell with resounding333, foamy334 violence to the depth below. The sun shone forth from his chamber320 in the east, and the earth wondered at the object, and smiled beneath his beams. Suddenly the whole face of it was adorned with a verdant, undulating robe. The purple violet and the yellow crocus bestrewed the ground. The stately oak reared its branchy head, and the trees and shrubs335 burst from the surface of the earth. Impregnated by power divine, the soil was prolific336 in other fruits than these. The clods appeared to be informed with a conscious spirit, and gradually assumed a thousand various forms. The animated earth seemed to paw the verdant mead, and to despise the mould from which it came. A disdainful horse, it shook its flowing mane, and snuffed the enlivening breeze, and stretched along the plain. The red-eyed wolf and the unwieldy ox burst like the mole337 the concealing338 continent, and threw the earth in hillocs. The stag upreared his branching head. The thinly scattered animals wandered among the unfrequented hills, and cropped the untasted herb. Meantime the birds, with many coloured plumage, skimmed along the unploughed air, and taught the silent woods and hills to echo with their song.
Creatures, hymn339 the praises of your creator! Thou sun, prolific parent of a thousand various productions, by whose genial118 heat they are nurtured340, and whose radiant beams give chearfulness and beauty to the face of nature, first of all the existences of this material universe acknowledge him thy superior, and while thou dispensest a thousand benefits to the inferior creation, ascribe thine excellencies solely341 to the great source of beauty and perfection! And when the sun has ceased his wondrous342 course, do thou, O moon, in milder lustre show to people of a thousand names the honours of thy maker343! Thou loud and wintery north wind, in majestic and tremendous tone declare his lofty praise! Ye gentle zephyrs344, whisper them to the modest, and softly breathe them in the ears of the lowly! Ye towering pines, and humble shrubs, ye fragrant345 flowers, and, more than all, ye broad and stately oaks, bind346 your heads, and wave your branches, and adore! Ye warbling fountains, warbling tune127 his praise! Praise him, ye beasts, in different strains! And let the birds, that soar on lofty wings, and scale the path of heaven, bear, in their various melody, the notes of adoration347 to the skies! Mortals, ye favoured sons of the eternal father, be it yours in articulate expressions of gratitude to interpret for the mute creation, and to speak a sublimer348 and more rational homage349.
Heard ye not the music of the spheres? Know ye not the melody of celestial voices? On yonder silver-skirted cloud I see them come. It turns its brilliant lining350 on the setting day. And these are the accents of their worship. “Ye sons of women, such as ye are now, such once were we. Through many scenes of trial, through heroic constancy, and ever-during patience, have we attained to this bright eminence. Large and mysterious are the paths of heaven, just and immaculate his ways. If ye listen to the siren voice of pleasure, if upon the neck of heedless youth you throw the reins351, that base and earth-born clay which now you wear, shall assume despotic empire. And when you quit the present narrow scene, ye shall wear a form congenial to your vices352. The fierce and lawless shall assume the figure of the unrelenting wolf. The unreflecting tyrant353, that raised a mistaken fame from scenes of devastation354 and war, shall spurn355 the ground, a haughty and indignant horse; and in that form, shall learn, by dear experience, what were the sufferings and what the scourge356 that he inflicted357 on mankind. The sensual shall wear the shaggy vesture of the goat, or foam197 and whet52 his horrid358 tusks359, a wild and untame’d boar. But virtue prepares its possessor for the skies. Upon the upright and the good, attendant angels wait. With heavenly spirits they converse360. On them the dark machinations of witchcraft361, and the sullen362 spirits of darkness have no power. Even the outward form is impressed with a beam of celestial lustre. By slow, but never ceasing steps, they tread the path of immortality and honour. Then, mortals, love, support, and cherish each other. Fear the Gods, and reverence their holy, white-robed servants. Let the sacred oak be your care. Worship the holy and everlasting363 mistletoe. And when all the objects that you now behold shall be involved in universal conflagration364, and time shall be no more; ye shall mix with Gods, ye shall partake their thrones, and be crowned like them with never-fading laurel.”
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