I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again: Mine ear is much enamoured of thy note, So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me, On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee.MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM{Shakespeare, "A Midsummer Night's Dream" Act III, Scene 1, lines 137-141}
"DO--write to me often, my dear Anna!" said the weeping Julia Warren, on parting, for the first time since their acquaintance, with the young lady whom she had honoured with the highest place in her affections."Think how dreadfully solitary and miserable I shall be here, without a single companion, or a soul to converse with, now you are to be removed two hundred miles into the wilderness.""Oh! trust me, my love, I shall not forget you now or ever," replied her friend, embracing the other slightly, and, perhaps, rather hastily for so tender an adieu; at the same time glancing her eye on the figure of a youth, who stood in silent contemplation of the scene."And doubt not but I shall soon tire you with my correspondence, especially as I more than suspect it will be subjected to the criticisms of Mr.Charles Weston." As she concluded, the young lady curtisied to the youth in a manner that contradicted, by its flattery, the forced irony of her remark.
"Never, my dear girl!" exclaimed Miss Warren with extreme fervour."The confidence of our friendship is sacred with me, and nothing, no, nothing, could ever tempt me to violate such a trust.Charles is very kind and very indulgent to all my whims, but he never could obtain such an influence over me as to become the depositary of my secrets.Nothing but a friend, like yourself, can do that, my dear Anna.""Never! Miss Warren," said the youth with a lip that betrayed by its tremulous motion the interest he took in her speech--"never includes along period of time.But," he added with a smile of good- humoured pleasantry, "if admitted to such a distinction, I should not feel myself competent to the task of commenting on so much innocence and purity, as I know I should find in your correspondence.""Yes," said Anna, with a little of the energy of her friend's manner, "you may with truth say so, Mr.Weston.The imagination of my Julia is as pure as-- as-----" but turning her eyes from the countenance of Julia to that of the youth, rather suddenly, the animated pleasure she saw delineated in his expressive, though plain features, drove the remainder of the speech from her recollection.
"As her heart!" cried Charles Weston with emphasis."As her heart, Sir," repeated the young lady coldly.
The last adieus were hastily exchanged, and Anna Miller was handed into her father's gig by Charles Weston in profound silence.Miss Emmerson, the maiden aunt of Julia, withdrew from the door, where she had been conversing with Mr.Miller, and the travellers departed.Julia followed the vehicle with her eyes until it was hid by the trees and shrubbery that covered the lawn, and then withdrew to her room to give vent to a sorrow that had sensibly touched her affectionate heart, and in no trifling degree haunted her lively imagination.
As Miss Emmerson by no means held the good qualities of the guest, who had just left them, in so high an estimation as did her niece, she proceeded quietly and with great composure in the exercise of her daily duties; not in the least suspecting the real distress that, from a variety of causes, this sudden separation had caused to her ward.
