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a star, do you think that I could see of her presence, nothing to perpetuate her?”
the most beautiful of lives.” This astronomical apotheosis startled Before I could answer, the door me for a moment, but I said unhesi- came softly open, and there stood in tatingly, “ Yes,” feeling sure that the the doorway a small white figure, holdlustrous eyes that looked in mine could ing aloft a lighted taper of pure alabascertainly see as far as Dante's, when ter. It was Marian in her little nightBeatrice was transferred from his side dress, with the loose, blue wrapper to the highest realm of Paradise. I trailing behind her, let go in the effort put my head beside hers upon the to hold carefully the doll, Susan Hallipillow, and stayed till I thought she day, robed also for the night. was asleep.
“May I come in ?" said the child. I then followed Kenmure into Lau- Kenmure was motionless at first, ra's chamber. It was dusk, but the then, looking over his shoulder, said after-sunset glow still bathed the room merely, “What?” with imperfect light, and he lay upon “Janet said," continued Marian, in the bed, his hands clenched over his her clear and methodical way, eyes.
my mother was up in hewen, and There was a deep bow-window where would help God hear my prayers at Laura used to sit and watch us, some- any rate ; but if I pleased, I could times, when we put off in the boat. come and say them by you.” Her eclian harp was in the casement, A shudder passed over Kenmure ; breaking its heart in music. A deli- then he turned away, and put his hands cate handkerchief was lodged between over his eyes.
She waited for no anthe cushions of the window-seat, - the swer, but, putting down the candlestick, very handkerchief she used to wave, in her wonted careful manner, upon in summer days long gone. The white a chair, she began to climb upon the boats went sailing beneath the evening bed, lifting laboriously one little rosy light, children shouted and splashed in foot, then another, still dragging after the water, a song came from a yacht, a her, with great effort, the doll. Neststeam-whistle shrilled from the reced- ling at her father's breast, I saw her ing steamer; but she for whom alone kneel. those little signs of life had been dear “Once my mother put her arm round and precious would henceforth be as me, when I said my prayers.” She invisible to our eyes as if time and made this remark, under her breath, space had never held her; and the less as a suggestion, it seemed, than as young moon and the evening star the simple statement of a fact. seemed but empty things, unless they Instantly I saw Kenmure's arm move, could pilot us to some world where the and grasp her with that strong and splendor of her loveliness could match gentle touch of his that I had so often their own.
noticed in the studio, - a touch that Twilight faded, evening darkened, seemed quiet as the approach of fate, and still Kenmure lay motionless, un
and as resistless. I knew him well til his strong form grew in my moody enough to understand that iron adopfancy to be like some carving of tion. Michel Angelo, more than like a liv- He drew her toward him, her soft ing man. And when he at last startled hair was on his breast, she looked me by speaking, it was with a voice so fearlessly in his eyes, and I could hear far off and so strange, it might almost the little prayer proceeding, yet in so have come wandering down from the low a whisper that I could not catch century when Michel Angelo lived. one word. She was infinitely solemn
* You are right,” he said. " I have at such times, the darling; and there been living in a dream. It has all was always something in her low, clear vanished. I have kept no memorial tone, through all her prayings and philosophizings, which was strangely like in. Marian's baby breathing grew her mother's voice. Sometimes she deeper and more tranquil; and as all seemed to stop and ask a question, the sorrows of the weary earth might and at every answer I could see her be imagined to exhale themselves in father's arm tighten, and the iron gir spring through the breath of violets, so dle grow more close.
it seemed as if it might be with KenThe moments passed, the voices mure's burdened heart. By degrees grew lower yet, the doll slid to the the strong man's deeper respirations ground. Marian had drifted away upon mingled with those of the child, and a vaster ocean than that whose music their two separate beings seemed lulled her from without, — upon that merged and solved into identity, as sea whose waves are dreams. The they slumbered, breast to breast, benight was wearing on, the lights neath the golden and quiet stars. I gleamed from the anchored vessels, passed by without awaking them; I the bay rippled serenely against the knew that the artist had attained his low sea-wall, the breeze blew gently dream.
THE RELIGIOUS SIDE OF THE ITALIAN QUESTION.
the Republican party has done precisely what my English friends required it to
by my English friends why it is that tually assisted and upheld the governI decline to return to my country, and ment with an abnegation worthy of all to associate my own efforts for the mor- praise, – sacrificing even their right of al and political advancement of Italy Apostolate to the great idea of Italian with those of her governing classes. unity. Perceiving that the nation was “The amnesty has opened up a path determined to give monarchy the benefit for the legal dissemination of your of a trial, they have — in that reverence ideas,” they tell me. “By taking the for the national will which is the first place already repeatedly offered you duty of Republicans — patiently awaitamong the representatives of the peo- ed its results, and endured every form ple, you would secure to those who hold of misgovernment rather than afford a the helm of the state the support of the pretext to those in power for the nonwhole Republican party. Do you not fulfilment of their declared intention of by throwing the weight of your name initiating a war to regain our own terriand influence on the side of the mal- tory and true frontier, - a war without contents, increase the difficulties of the which, as they well knew, the permagovernment, and prolong the fatal want nent security and dignity of Italy were of moral and political unity, without impossible, and which, had it been which the mere material fact of union conducted from a truly national point is barren, and unproductive of benefit of view, would have wrought the moral to the people ?”
redemption of our people. The question is asked by serious men, The monarchy, however, which, as I who wish my country well
, and is there- pointed out in my article on “The Refore deserving of a serious answer. publican Alliance,” had had five years
Before treating the personal matter, to prepare, and was in a position to take however, let me say that, since 1859, the field with thirty-five thousand regu
lar troops, one hundred thousand mo- ligion of duty forms the link between bilized National Guards, thirty thousand the nation and humanity; the source of volunteers under Garibaldi, and the its right, and the sign of its place and whole of Italy ready to act as reserve,
value in humanity. and make any sacrifices in blood or money, abruptly broke off the war after. Such are the essential characteristics the unqualifiable disasters of Custozza of what we term a nation at the present and Lissa, at a signal from France, day. Where these are wanting, there basely abandoning our true frontier, the exists but an aggregate of families, temheroic Trentino, - and accepted Venice porarily united for the purpose of dias an alms scornfully flung to us by the minishing the ills of life, and loosely man of the ad of December.
bound together by past habits or interI may be told that a people of twen- ests, which are destined, sooner or laty-four millions who tamely submit to ter, to clash. All intellectual or ecodishonor deserve it.
nomic development among them, I admit it; but it must not be forgot- regulated by a great conception supreme ten that our masses are uneducated, over every selfish interest, - instead of and that it is the natural tendency of being equally diffused over the various the uneducated to accept their rulers as members of the national family, leads their guides, and to govern their own to the gradual formation of educated or conduct by the example of their soi- financial castes, but obtains for the nadisant superiors; and I assert that, if tion itself neither recognized function, our people have no consciousness of position, dignity, nor glory among fortheir great destiny, nor sense of their eign peoples. true power and mission, — if, while These things, which are true of all twenty-four millions of Italians are at peoples, are still more markedly so of a the present day grouped around, I will people emerging from a prolonged and not say the conception of unity, but the deathlike stupor into new life. Other mere unstable fact of union, the great nations earnestly watch its every step. soul of Italy still lies prostrate in the If its advance is illumined by the signs tomb dug for her three centuries ago of a high mission, and its first manifesby the Papacy and the Empire, — the tations sanctified by the baptism of a cause is to be found in the immorality great principle, other nations will surand corruption of our rulers.
round the new collective being with afThe true life of a people must be fection and hope, and be ready to folsought in the ruling idea or conception low it upon the path assigned to it by which it is governed and directed. by God. If they discover in it no signs
The true idea of a nation implies the of any noble inspiration, ruling moral consciousness of a common aim, and conception, or potent future, they will the fraternal association and concen- learn to despise it, and to regard its tration of all the vital forces of the territory as a new field for a predacountry towards the realization of that tory policy, and direct or indirect domaim.
ination. The national aim is indicated by the Tradition has marked out and defined past tradition, and confirmed by the the characteristics of a high mission present conscience, of the country. more distinctly in Italy than elsewhere.
The national aim once ascertained, We alone, among the nations that have it becomes the basis of the sovereign expired in the past, have twice arisen power, and the criterion of judgment in resurrection and given new life with regard to the acts of the citizens. to Europe. The innate tendency of
Every act tending to promote the na- the Italian mind always to harmonize tional aim is good ; every act tending thought and action confirms the prophto a departure from that aim is evil. ecy of history, and points out the rôle
The moral law is supreme. The re- of Italy in the world to be a work of
WHEN I reached Kenmure's house, human greetings that night, there would
one August evening, it was rath- be plenty in the morning, since Marian er a disappointment to find that he would inevitably be pulling my eyelids and his charming Laura had absented apart before sunrise. themselves for twenty-four hours. I It seemed scarcely dawn when I was had not seen them since their marriage; roused by a little arm round my neck, my admiration for his varied genius and and waked to think I had one of Raher unvarying grace was at its height, phael's cherubs by my side. Fingers of and I was really annoyed at the delay. waxen softness were ruthlessly at work My fair cousin, with her usual exact upon my eyes, and the little form that housekeeping, had prepared everything met my touch felt lithe and elastic, like for her guest, and then bequeathed a kitten's limbs. There was just light me, as she wrote, to Janet and baby enough to see the child, perched on the Marian. It was a pleasant arrange- edge of the bed, her soft blue dressingment, for between baby Marian and gown trailing over the white nightme there existed a species of passion, dress, while her black and long-fringed I might almost say of betrothal, ever eyes shone through the dimness of since that little three-year-old sunbeam morning. She yielded gladly to my had blessed my mother's house by lin- grasp, and I could fondle again the gering awhile in it, six months before. silken hair, the velvety brunette cheek, Still I went to bed disappointed, though the plump, childish shoulders. Yet sleep the delightful windows of the chamber still half held me, and when my cherub looked out upon the glimmering bay, appeared to hold it a cherubic practice and the swinging lanterns at the yard- to begin the day with a demand for arms of the frigates shone like some lively anecdote, I was fain drowsily to softer constellation beneath the bril- suggest that she might first tell some liant sky.
The house was so close stories to her doll. With the sunny upon the water that the cool waves readiness that was a part of her nature, seemed to plash deliciously against its she straightway turned to that young very basement; and it was a comfort lady, - plain Susan Halliday, with both to think that, if there were no adequate checks patched, and eyes of different
colors, - and soon discoursed both her Life to her was no alternation of joy and me into repose.
and grief, but only of joy and more When I waked again, it was to find joyous. the child conversing with the morning Twilight brought us to an improvised star, which still shone through the win- concert. Climbing the piano-stool, she dow, scarcely so lucent as her eyes, went over the notes with her little taper and bidding it go home to its mother, fingers, touching the keys in a light, the sun. Another lapse into dreams, knowing way, that proved her a musiand then a more vivid awakening, and cian's child Then I must play for her, she had my ear at last, and won story and let the dance begin. This was a after story, requiting them with legends wondrous performance on her part, and of her own youth, “ almost a year ago," consisted at first in hopping up and down - how she was perilously lost, for in- on one spot, with no change of motion, stance, in the small front yard, with a but in her hands. She resembled a little playmate, early in the afternoon, minute and irrepressible Shaker, or a and how they came and peeped into the live and beautiful marionnette. Then window, and thought all the world had she placed Janet in the middle of the forgotten them. Then the sweet voice, floor, and performed the dance round distinct in its articulation as Laura's, her, after the manner of Vivien and went straying off into wilder fancies, a Merlin. Then came her supper, which, chaos of autobiography and conjecture, like its predecessors, was a solid and like the letters of a war correspondent absorbing meal; then one more fairy You would have thought her little life story, to magnetize her off, and she had yielded more pangs and fears than danced and sang
herself might have sufficed for the discovery And if she first came to me in the of the North Pole; but breakfast-time morning with a halo round her head, drew near at last, and Janet's honest she seemed still to retain it when I at voice was heard outside the door. I last watched her kneeling in the little rather envied the good Scotchwoman bed – perfectly motionless, with her the pleasant task of polishing the hands placed together, and her long smooth cheeks, and combing the dishev- lashes sweeping her cheeks — to reelled silk; but when, a little later, the peat two verses of a hymn which Janet small maiden was riding down stairs in had taught her. My nerves quivered a my arms, I envied no one.
little when I saw that Susan Halliday At sight of the bread and milk, my had also been duly prepared for the cherub was transformed into a hungry night, and had been put in the same human child, chiefly anxious to reach attitude, so far as her jointless anatomy the bottom of her porringer. I was permitted. This being ended, the doll with her a great deal that day. She and her mistress reposed together, and gave no manner of trouble: it was like only an occasional toss of the vigorous having the charge of a floating butter- limbs, or a stifled baby murmur, would Ay, endowed with warm arms to clasp, thenceforth prove, through the darkand a silvery voice to prattle. I sent ened hours, that the one figure had in Janet out to sail, with the other ser- it more of life than the other. vants, by way of holiday, and Marian's On the next morning Kenmure and perfect temperament was shown in the Laura came back to us, and I walked way she watched the departing. down to receive them at the boat. I
" There they go," she said, as she had forgotten how striking was their stood and danced at the window. “Now appearance, as they stood together. His they are out of sight.”
broad, strong, Saxon look, his noble “What!” I said, “are you pleased bearing and clear blue eyes, enhanced friends go ?"
the fascination of her darker beauty. “Yes,” she answered ; " but I shall America is full of the short - lived be pleased-er to see them come back.” bloom and freshness of girlhood ; but
to have your