"Say not so, Dame," said Lester; "did I not send you but yesterday bread and money? and when do you ever look up at the Hall without obtaining relief?"
"But the bread was as dry as a stick," growled the hag: "and the money, what was it? will it last a week? Oh, yes! Ye think as much of your doits and mites, as if ye stripped yourselves of a comfort to give it to us. Did ye have a dish less--a "tato less, the day ye sent me--your charity I "spose ye calls it? Och! fie! But the Bible"s the poor cretur"s comfort."
"I am glad to hear you say that, Dame," said the good-natured Lester; "and I forgive every thing else you have said, on account of that one sentence."
The old woman dropped the sticks she had just gathered, and glowered at the speaker"s benevolent countenance with a malicious meaning in her dark eyes.
"An" ye do? Well, I"m glad I please ye there. Och! yes! the Bible"s a mighty comfort; for it says as much that the rich man shall not inter the kingdom of Heaven! There"s a truth for you, that makes the poor folk"s heart chirp like a cricket--ho! ho! I sits by the imbers of a night, and I thinks and thinks as how I shall see you all burning; and ye"ll ask me for a drop o" water, and I shall laugh thin from my pleasant seat with the angels. Och--it"s a book for the poor that!"
The sisters shuddered. "And you think then that with envy, malice, and all uncharitableness at your heart, you are certain of Heaven? For shame! Pluck the mote from your own eye!"
"What sinnifies praching? Did not the Blessed Saviour come for the poor?
Them as has rags and dry bread here will be ixalted in the nixt world; an" if we poor folk have malice as ye calls it, whose fault"s that? What do ye tache us? Eh?--answer me that. Ye keeps all the larning an" all the other fine things to yoursel", and then ye scould, and thritten, and hang us, "cause we are not as wise as you. Och! there is no jistice in the Lamb, if Heaven is not made for us; and the iverlasting h.e.l.l, with its brimstone and fire, and its gnawing an" gnashing of teeth, an" its theirst, an" its torture, and its worm that niver dies, for the like o"
you."
"Come! come away," said Ellinor, pulling her father"s arm.
"And if," said Aram, pausing, "if I were to say to you,--name your want and it shall be fulfilled, would you have no charity for me also?"
"Umph," returned the hag, "ye are the great scolard; and they say ye knows what no one else do. Till me now," and she approached, and familiarly, laid her bony finger on the student"s arm; "till me,--have ye iver, among other fine things, known poverty?"
"I have, woman!" said Aram, sternly.
"Och ye have thin! And did ye not sit and gloat, and eat up your oun heart, an" curse the sun that looked so gay, an" the winged things that played so blithe-like, an" scowl at the rich folk that niver wasted a thought on ye? till me now, your honour, till me!"
And the crone curtesied with a mock air of beseeching humility.
"I never forgot, even in want, the love due to my fellow-sufferers; for, woman, we all suffer,--the rich and the poor: there are worse pangs than those of want!"
"Ye think there be, do ye? that"s a comfort, umph! Well, I"ll till ye now, I feel a rispict for you, that I don"t for the rest on "em; for your face does not insult me with being cheary like their"s yonder; an" I have noted ye walk in the dusk with your eyes down and your arms crossed; an" I have said,--that man I do not hate, somehow, for he has something dark at his heart like me!"
"The lot of earth is woe," answered Aram calmly, yet shrinking back from the crone"s touch; "judge we charitably, and act we kindly to each other. There--this money is not much, but it will light your hearth and heap your table without toil, for some days at least!"
"Thank your honour: an" what think you I"ll do with the money?"
"What?"
"Drink, drink, drink!" cried the hag fiercely; "there"s nothing like drink for the poor, for thin we fancy oursels what we wish, and,"
sinking her voice into a whisper, "I thinks thin that I have my foot on the billies of the rich folks, and my hands twisted about their intrails, and I hear them shriek, and--thin I"m happy!"
"Go home!" said Aram, turning away, "and open the Book of life with other thoughts."
The little party proceeded, and, looking back, Lester saw the old woman gaze after them, till a turn in the winding valley hid her from his sight.
"That is a strange person, Aram; scarcely a favourable specimen of the happy English peasant;" said Lester, smiling.
"Yet they say," added Madeline, "that she was not always the same perverse and hateful creature she is now."
"Ay," said Aram, "and what then is her history?"
"Why," replied Madeline, slightly blushing to find herself made the narrator of a story, "some forty years ago this woman, so gaunt and hideous now, was the beauty of the village. She married an Irish soldier whose regiment pa.s.sed through Gra.s.sdale, and was heard of no more till about ten years back, when she returned to her native place, the discontented, envious, altered being you now see her."
"She is not reserved in regard to her past life," said Lester. "She is too happy to seize the attention of any one to whom she can pour forth her dark and angry confidence. She saw her husband, who was afterwards dismissed the service, a strong, powerful man, a giant of his tribe, pine and waste, inch by inch, from mere physical want, and at last literally die from hunger. It happened that they had settled in the country in which her husband was born, and in that county, those frequent famines which are the scourge of Ireland were for two years especially severe. You may note, that the old woman has a strong vein of coa.r.s.e eloquence at her command, perhaps acquired in (for it partakes of the natural character of) the country in which she lived so long; and it would literally thrill you with horror to hear her descriptions of the misery and dest.i.tution that she witnessed, and amidst which her husband breathed his last. Out of four children, not one survives. One, an infant, died within a week of the father; two sons were executed, one at the age of sixteen, one a year older, for robbery committed under aggravated circ.u.mstances; and the fourth, a daughter, died in the hospitals of London. The old woman became a wanderer and a vagrant, and was at length pa.s.sed to her native parish, where she has since dwelt.
These are the misfortunes which have turned her blood to gall; and these are the causes which fill her with so bitter a hatred against those whom wealth has preserved from sharing or witnessing a fate similar to hers."
"Oh!" said Aram, in a low, but deep tone, "when--when will these hideous disparities be banished from the world? How many n.o.ble natures--how many glorious hopes--how much of the seraph"s intellect, have been crushed into the mire, or blasted into guilt, by the mere force of physical want? What are the temptations of the rich to those of the poor? Yet see how lenient we are to the crimes of the one,--how relentless to those of the other! It is a bad world; it makes a man"s heart sick to look around him. The consciousness of how little individual genius can do to relieve the ma.s.s, grinds out, as with a stone, all that is generous in ambition; and to aspire from the level of life is but to be more graspingly selfish."
"Can legislators, or the moralists that instruct legislators, do so little, then, towards universal good?" said Lester, doubtingly.
"Why? what can they do but forward civilization? And what is civilization, but an increase of human disparities? The more the luxury of the few, the more startling the wants, and the more galling the sense, of poverty. Even the dreams of the philanthropist only tend towards equality; and where is equality to be found, but in the state of the savage? No; I thought otherwise once; but I now regard the vast lazar-house around us without hope of relief:--Death is the sole Physician!"
"Ah, no!" said the high-souled Madeline, eagerly; "do not take away from us the best feeling and the highest desire we can cherish. How poor, even in this beautiful world, with the warm sun and fresh air about us, that alone are sufficient to make us glad, would be life, if we could not make the happiness of others!"
Aram looked at the beautiful speaker with a soft and half-mournful smile. There is one very peculiar pleasure that we feel as we grow older,--it is to see embodied in another and a more lovely shape the thoughts and sentiments we once nursed ourselves; it is as if we viewed before us the incarnation of our own youth; and it is no wonder that we are warmed towards the object, that thus seems the living apparition of all that was brightest in ourselves! It was with this sentiment that Aram now gazed on Madeline. She felt the gaze, and her heart beat delightedly, but she sunk at once into a silence, which she did not break during the rest of their walk.
"I do not say," said Aram, after a pause, "that we are not able to make the happiness of those immediately around us. I speak only of what we can effect for the ma.s.s. And it is a deadening thought to mental ambition, that the circle of happiness we can create is formed more by our moral than our mental qualities. A warm heart, though accompanied but by a mediocre understanding, is even more likely to promote the happiness of those around, than are the absorbed and abstract, though kindly powers of a more elevated genius; but (observing Lester about to interrupt him), let us turn from this topic,--let us turn from man"s weakness to the glories of the mother-nature, from which he sprung."
And kindling, as he ever did, the moment he approached a subject so dear to his studies, Aram now spoke of the stars, which began to sparkle forth,--of the vast, illimitable career which recent science had opened to the imagination,--and of the old, bewildering, yet eloquent theories, which from age to age had at once misled and elevated the conjecture of past sages. All this was a theme which his listeners loved to listen to, and Madeline not the least. Youth, beauty, pomp, what are these, in point of attraction, to a woman"s heart, when compared to eloquence?--the magic of the tongue is the most dangerous of all spells!
CHAPTER VIII.
THE PRIVILEGE OF GENIUS.--LESTER"S SATISFACTION AT THE ASPECT OF EVENTS.--HIS CONVERSATION WITH WALTER.--A DISCOVERY.
"Alc.--I am for Lidian: This accident no doubt will draw him from his hermit"s life!
"Lis.--Spare my grief, and apprehend What I should speak."
--Beaumont and Fletcher.--The Lovers" Progress.
In the course of the various conversations our family of Gra.s.sdale enjoyed with their singular neighbour, it appeared that his knowledge had not been confined to the closet; at times, he dropped remarks which shewed that he had been much among cities, and travelled with the design, or at least with the vigilance, of the observer; but he did not love to be drawn into any detailed accounts of what he had seen, or whither he had been; an habitual though a gentle reserve, kept watch over the past--not indeed that character of reserve which excites the doubt, but which inspires the interest. His most gloomy moods were rather abrupt and fitful than morose, and his usual bearing was calm, soft, and even tender.
There is a certain charm about great superiority of intellect, that winds into deep affections which a much more constant and even amiability of manners in lesser men, often fails to reach. Genius makes many enemies, but it makes sure friends--friends who forgive much, who endure long, who exact little; they partake of the character of disciples as well as friends. There lingers about the human heart a strong inclination to look upward--to revere: in this inclination lies the source of religion, of loyalty, and also of the worship and immortality which are rendered so cheerfully to the great of old. And in truth, it is a divine pleasure to admire! admiration seems in some measure to appropriate to ourselves the qualities it honours in others.
We wed,--we root ourselves to the natures we so love to contemplate, and their life grows a part of our own. Thus, when a great man, who has engrossed our thoughts, our conjectures, our homage, dies, a gap seems suddenly left in the world; a wheel in the mechanism of our own being appears abruptly stilled; a portion of ourselves, and not our worst portion, for how many pure, high, generous sentiments it contains, dies with him! Yes! it is this love, so rare, so exalted, and so denied to all ordinary men, which is the especial privilege of greatness, whether that greatness be shewn in wisdom, in enterprise, in virtue, or even, till the world learns better, in the more daring and lofty order of crime. A Socrates may claim it to-day--a Napoleon to-morrow; nay, a brigand chief, ill.u.s.trious in the circle in which he lives, may call it forth no less powerfully than the generous failings of a Byron, or the sublime excellence of the greater Milton.
Lester saw with evident complacency the pa.s.sion growing up between his friend and his daughter; he looked upon it as a tie that would permanently reconcile Aram to the hearth of social and domestic life; a tie that would const.i.tute the happiness of his daughter, and secure to himself a relation in the man he felt most inclined, of all he knew, to honour and esteem. He remarked in the gentleness and calm temper of Aram much that was calculated to ensure domestic peace, and knowing the peculiar disposition of Madeline, he felt that she was exactly the person, not only to bear with the peculiarities of the Student, but to venerate their source. In short, the more he contemplated the idea of this alliance, the more he was charmed with its probability.
Musing on this subject, the good Squire was one day walking in his garden, when he perceived his nephew at some distance, and remarked that Walter, on seeing him, was about, instead of coming forward to meet him, to turn down an alley in an opposite direction.
A little pained at this, and remembering that Walter had of late seemed estranged from himself, and greatly altered from the high and cheerful spirits natural to his temper, Lester called to his nephew; and Walter, reluctantly and slowly changing his purpose of avoidance, advanced and met him.
"Why, Walter!" said the uncle, taking his arm; "this is somewhat unkind, to shun me; are you engaged in any pursuit that requires secrecy or haste?"
"No, indeed, Sir!" said Walter, with some embarra.s.sment; "but I thought you seemed wrapped in reflection, and would naturally dislike being disturbed."
"Hem! as to that, I have no reflections I wish concealed from you, Walter, or which might not be benefited by your advice." The youth pressed his uncle"s hand, but made no reply; and Lester, after a pause, continued:--