THE BEHAVIOUR OF THE STUDENT.--A SUMMER SCENE--ARAM"S CONVERSATION WITH WALTER, AND SUBSEQUENT COLLOQUY WITH HIMSELF.
"The soft season, the firmament serene, The loun illuminate air, and firth amene The silver-scalit fishes on the grete O"er-thwart clear streams sprinkillond for the heat,"
--Gawin Douglas.
"Ilia subter Caec.u.m vulnus habes; sed lato balteus auro Praetegit."
--Persius.
Several days elapsed before the family of the manor-house encountered Aram again. The old woman came once or twice to present the inquiries of her master as to Miss Lester"s accident; but Aram himself did not appear. This want to interest certainly offended Madeline, although she still drew upon herself Walter"s displeasure, by disputing and resenting the unfavourable strictures on the scholar, in which that young gentleman delighted to indulge. By degrees, however, as the days pa.s.sed without maturing the acquaintance which Walter had disapproved, the youth relaxed in his attacks, and seemed to yield to the remonstrances of his uncle. Lester had, indeed, conceived an especial inclination towards the recluse. Any man of reflection, who has lived for some time alone, and who suddenly meets with one who calls forth in him, and without labour or contradiction, the thoughts which have sprung up in his solitude, scarcely felt in their growth, will comprehend the new zest, the awakening, as it were, of the mind, which Lester found in the conversation of Eugene Aram. His solitary walk (for his nephew had the separate pursuits of youth) appeared to him more dull than before; and he longed to renew an intercourse which had given to the monotony of his life both variety and relief. He called twice upon Aram, but the student was, or affected to be, from home; and an invitation he sent him, though couched in friendly terms, was, but with great semblance of kindness, refused.
"See, Walter," said Lester, disconcerted, as he finished reading the refusal--"see what your rudeness has effected. I am quite convinced that Aram (evidently a man of susceptible as well as retired mind) observed the coldness of your manner towards him, and that thus you have deprived me of the only society which, in this country of boors and savages, gave me any gratification."
Walter replied apologetically, but his uncle turned away with a greater appearance of anger than his placid features were wont to exhibit; and Walter, cursing the innocent cause of his uncle"s displeasure towards him, took up his fishing-rod and went out alone, in no happy or exhilarated mood.
It was waxing towards eve--an hour especially lovely in the month of June, and not without reason favoured by the angler. Walter sauntered across the rich and fragrant fields, and came soon into a sheltered valley, through which the brooklet wound its shadowy way. Along the margin the gra.s.s sprung up long and matted, and profuse with a thousand weeds and flowers--the children of the teeming June. Here the ivy-leaved bell-flower, and not far from it the common enchanter"s night-shade, the silver weed, and the water-aven; and by the hedges that now and then neared the water, the guelder-rose, and the white briony, overrunning the thicket with its emerald leaves and luxuriant flowers. And here and there, silvering the bushes, the elder offered its snowy tribute to the summer. All the insect youth were abroad, with their bright wings and glancing motion; and from the lower depths of the bushes the blackbird darted across, or higher and unseen the first cuckoo of the eve began its continuous and mellow note. All this cheeriness and gloss of life, which enamour us with the few bright days of the English summer, make the poetry in an angler"s life, and convert every idler at heart into a moralist, and not a gloomy one, for the time.
Softened by the quiet beauty and voluptuousness around him, Walter"s thoughts a.s.sumed a more gentle dye, and he broke out into the old lines:
"Sweet day, so soft, so calm, so bright; The bridal of the earth and sky," as he dipped his line into the current, and drew it across the shadowy hollows beneath the bank. The river-G.o.ds were not, however, in a favourable mood, and after waiting in vain for some time, in a spot in which he was usually successful, he proceeded slowly along the margin of the brooklet, crushing the reeds at every step, into that fresh and delicious odour, which furnished Bacon with one of his most beautiful comparisons.
He thought, as he proceeded, that beneath a tree that overhung the waters in the narrowest part of their channel, he heard a voice, and as he approached he recognised it as Aram"s; a curve in the stream brought him close by the spot, and he saw the student half reclined beneath the tree, and muttering, but at broken intervals, to himself.
The words were so scattered, that Walter did not trace their clue; but involuntarily he stopped short, within a few feet of the soliloquist: and Aram, suddenly turning round, beheld him. A fierce and abrupt change broke over the scholar"s countenance; his cheek grew now pale, now flushed; and his brows knit over his flashing and dark eyes with an intent anger, that was the more withering, from its contrast to the usual calmness of his features. Walter drew back, but Aram stalking directly up to him, gazed into his face, as if he would read his very soul.
"What! eaves-dropping?" said he, with a ghastly smile. "You overheard me, did you? Well, well, what said I?--what said I?" Then pausing, and noting that Walter did not reply, he stamped his foot violently, and grinding his teeth, repeated in a smothered tone "Boy! what said I?"
"Mr. Aram," said Walter, "you forget yourself; I am not one to play the listener, more especially to the learned ravings of a man who can conceal nothing I care to know. Accident brought me hither."
"What! surely--surely I spoke aloud, did I not?--did I not?"
"You did, but so incoherently and indistinctly, that I did not profit by your indiscretion. I cannot plagiarise, I a.s.sure you, from any scholastic designs you might have been giving vent to."
Aram looked on him for a moment, and then breathing heavily, turned away.
"Pardon me," he said; "I am a poor half-crazed man; much study has unnerved me; I should never live but with my own thoughts; forgive me, Sir, I pray you."
Touched by the sudden contrition of Aram"s manner, Walter forgot, not only his present displeasure, but his general dislike; he stretched forth his hand to the Student, and hastened to a.s.sure him of his ready forgiveness. Aram sighed deeply as he pressed the young man"s hand, and Walter saw, with surprise and emotion, that his eyes were filled with tears.
"Ah!" said Aram, gently shaking his head, "it is a hard life we bookmen lead. Not for us is the bright face of noon-day or the smile of woman, the gay unbending of the heart, the neighing steed, and the shrill trump; the pride, pomp, and circ.u.mstance of life. Our enjoyments are few and calm; our labour constant; but that is it not, Sir?--that is it not?
the body avenges its own neglect. We grow old before our time; we wither up; the sap of youth shrinks from our veins; there is no bound in our step. We look about us with dimmed eyes, and our breath grows short and thick, and pains and coughs, and shooting aches come upon us at night; it is a bitter life--a bitter life--a joyless life. I would I had never commenced it. And yet the harsh world scowls upon us: our nerves are broken, and they wonder we are querulous; our blood curdles, and they ask why we are not gay; our brain grows dizzy and indistinct, (as with me just now,) and, shrugging their shoulders, they whisper their neighbours that we are mad. I wish I had worked at the plough, and known sleep, and loved mirth--and--and not been what I am."
As the Student uttered the last sentence, he bowed down his head, and a few tears stole silently down his cheek. Walter was greatly affected--it took him by surprise; nothing in Aram"s ordinary demeanour betrayed any facility to emotion; and he conveyed to all the idea of a man, if not proud, at least cold.
"You do not suffer bodily pain, I trust?" asked Walter, soothingly.
"Pain does not conquer me," said Aram, slowly recovering himself. "I am not melted by that which I would fain despise. Young man, I wronged you--you have forgiven me. Well, well, we will say no more on that head; it is past and pardoned. Your father has been kind to me, and I have not returned his advances; you shall tell him why. I have lived thirteen years by myself, and I have contracted strange ways and many humours not common to the world--you have seen an example of this. Judge for yourself if I be fit for the smoothness, and confidence, and ease of social intercourse; I am not fit, I feel it! I am doomed to be alone--tell your father this--tell him to suffer me to live so! I am grateful for his goodness--I know his motives--but have a certain pride of mind; I cannot bear sufferance--I loath indulgence. Nay, interrupt me not, I beseech you. Look round on Nature--behold the only company that humbles me not--except the dead whose souls speak to us from the immortality of books. These herbs at your feet, I know their secrets--I watch the mechanism of their life; the winds--they have taught me their language; the stars--I have unravelled their mysteries; and these, the creatures and ministers of G.o.d--these I offend not by my mood--to them I utter my thoughts, and break forth into my dreams, without reserve and without fear. But men disturb me--I have nothing to learn from them--I have no wish to confide in them; they cripple the wild liberty which has become to me a second nature. What its sh.e.l.l is to the tortoise, solitude has become to me--my protection; nay, my life!"
"But," said Walter, "with us, at least, you would not have to dread restraint; you might come when you would; be silent or converse, according to your will."
Aram smiled faintly, but made no immediate reply.
"So, you have been angling!" he said, after a short pause, and as if willing to change the thread of conversation. "Fie! It is a treacherous pursuit; it encourages man"s worst propensities--cruelty and deceit."
"I should have thought a lover of Nature would have been more indulgent to a pastime which introduces us to her most quiet retreats."
"And cannot Nature alone tempt you without need of such allurements?
What! that crisped and winding stream, with flowers on its very tide--the water-violet and the water-lily--these silent brakes--the cool of the gathering evening--the still and luxuriance of the universal life around you; are not these enough of themselves to tempt you forth? if not, go to--your excuse is hypocrisy."
"I am used to these scenes," replied Walter; "I am weary of the thoughts they produce in me, and long for any diversion or excitement."
"Ay, ay, young man! The mind is restless at your age--have a care.
Perhaps you long to visit the world--to quit these obscure haunts which you are fatigued in admiring?"
"It may be so," said Walter, with a slight sigh. "I should at least like to visit our great capital, and note the contrast; I should come back, I imagine, with a greater zest to these scenes."
Aram laughed. "My friend," said he, "when men have once plunged into the great sea of human toil and pa.s.sion, they soon wash away all love and zest for innocent enjoyments. What once was a soft retirement, will become the most intolerable monotony; the gaming of social existence--the feverish and desperate chances of honour and wealth, upon which the men of cities set their hearts, render all pursuits less exciting, utterly insipid and dull. The brook and the angle--ha!--ha!--these are not occupations for men who have once battled with the world."
"I can forego them, then, without regret;" said Walter, with the sanguineness of his years. Aram looked upon him wistfully; the bright eye, the healthy cheek, and vigorous frame of the youth, suited with his desire to seek the conflict of his kind, and gave a naturalness to his ambition, which was not without interest, even to the recluse.
"Poor boy!" said he, mournfully, "how gallantly the ship leaves the port; how worn and battered it will return!"
When they parted, Walter returned slowly homewards, filled with pity towards the singular man whom he had seen so strangely overpowered; and wondering how suddenly his mind had lost its former rancour to the Student. Yet there mingled even with these kindly feelings, a little displeasure at the superior tone which Aram had unconsciously adopted towards him; and to which, from any one, the high spirit of the young man was not readily willing to submit.
Meanwhile, the Student continued his path along the water side, and as, with his gliding step and musing air, he roamed onward, it was impossible to imagine a form more suited to the deep tranquillity of the scene. Even the wild birds seemed to feel, by a sort of instinct, that in him there was no cause for fear; and did not stir from the turf that neighboured, or the spray that overhung, his path.
"So," said he, soliloquizing, but not without casting frequent and jealous glances round him, and in a murmur so indistinct as would have been inaudible even to a listener--"so, I was not overheard,--well, I must cure myself of this habit; our thoughts, like nuns, ought not to go abroad without a veil. Ay, this tone will not betray me, I will preserve its tenor, for I can scarcely altogether renounce my sole confidant--SELF; and thought seems more clear when uttered even thus.
"Tis a fine youth! full of the impulse and daring of his years; I was never so young at heart. I was--nay, what matters it? Who is answerable for his nature? Who can say, "I controlled all the circ.u.mstances which made me what I am?" Madeline,--Heavens! did I bring on myself this temptation? Have I not fenced it from me throughout all my youth, when my brain did at moments forsake me, and the veins did bound? And now, when the yellow hastens on the green of life; now, for the first time, this emotion--this weakness--and for whom? One I have lived with--known--beneath whose eyes I have pa.s.sed through all the fine gradations, from liking to love, from love to pa.s.sion? No;--one, whom I have seen but little; who, it is true, arrested my eye at the first glance it caught of her two years since, but with whom till within the last few weeks I have scarcely spoken! Her voice rings on my ear, her look dwells on my heart; when I sleep, she is with me; when I wake, I am haunted by her image. Strange, strange! Is love then, after all, the sudden pa.s.sion which in every age poetry has termed it, though till now my reason has disbelieved the notion?... And now, what is the question?
To resist, or to yield. Her father invites me, courts me; and I stand aloof! Will this strength, this forbearance, last?--Shall I encourage my mind to this decision?" Here Aram paused abruptly, and then renewed: "It is true! I ought to weave my lot with none. Memory sets me apart and alone in the world; it seems unnatural to me, a thought of dread--to bring another being to my solitude, to set an everlasting watch on my uprisings and my downsittings; to invite eyes to my face when I sleep at nights, and ears to every word that may start unbidden from my lips. But if the watch be the watch of love--away! does love endure for ever? He who trusts to woman, trusts to the type of change. Affection may turn to hatred, fondness to loathing, anxiety to dread; and, at the best, woman is weak, she is the minion to her impulses. Enough, I will steel my soul,--shut up the avenues of sense,--brand with the scathing-iron these yet green and soft emotions of lingering youth,--and freeze and chain and curdle up feeling, and heart, and manhood, into ice and age!"
CHAPTER VII.
THE POWER OF LOVE OVER THE RESOLUTION OF THE STUDENT.--ARAM BECOMES A FREQUENT GUEST AT THE MANOR-HOUSE.--A WALK.-- CONVERSATION WITH DAME DARKMANS.--HER HISTORY.--POVERTY AND ITS EFFECTS.
MAD. "Then, as Time won thee frequent to our hearth,
Didst thou not breathe, like dreams, into my soul
Nature"s more gentle secrets, the sweet lore
Of the green herb and the bee-worshipp"d flower?
And when deep Night did o"er the nether Earth
Diffuse meek quiet, and the Heart of Heaven
With love grew breathless--didst thou not unrol