"The moon at full was streaming Through rack and thunder-cloud, Like the last pale taper gleaming On coffin, pall, and shroud.
The winds were fiercely wreaking Their vengeance on the wave, A hoa.r.s.e dirge wildly shrieking O"er each uncoffin"d grave.
"I started from my pillow-- The moon was riding high, The wind scarce heav"d a billow Beneath that cloudless sky.
I look"d from earth to heaven, And bless"d the tranquil beam; My trembling heart had striven With the tempest of a dream."
CHAPTER XVIII
Goat Island
"Adown Niagara"s giant steep, The foaming breakers crowding leap, With wild tumultuous roar; The mighty din ascends on high, In deafening thunder to the sky, And shakes the rocky sh.o.r.e."
S.M.
The lady with the ringlets was absent with her party from the tea-table; I was not sorry to learn that she was gone. I had conceived a prejudice against her from the remark I heard her make about the Falls. Her gustativeness predominated so largely over her ideality, that she reminded me of a young lady who, after describing to me a supper of which by her own account she had largely partaken, said, with a candour almost shocking in its simplicity--
"To tell you the plain truth, my dear Mrs. M---, my art (she was English, and c.o.c.kney, and dreadfully mangled the letter _h_ whenever it stumbled into a speech) is in my _stomach_."
The cup of excellent tea was most refreshing after the fatigues of the day; and, while enjoying it, I got into an agreeable chat with several pleasant people, but we were all strangers even in name to each other.
The night was misty and intensely dark, without moon or stars. How I longed for one glimpse of the former, to shed if only a wandering gleam upon the Falls! The awful music of their continuous roar filled the heavens, and jarred the windows of the building with the tremulous motion we feel on board a steam-boat. And then I amused myself with picturing them, during one of our desolating thunderstorms, leaping into existence out of the dense darkness, when revealed by the broad red flashes of lightning; and I wished that my limited means would allow me to remain long enough in their vicinity, to see them under every change of season and weather. But it was not to be; and after peering long and anxiously into the dark night, I retreated to an unoccupied sofa in a distant part of the saloon, to watch and listen to all that was pa.s.sing around me.
Two young American ladies, not of a highly educated cla.s.s, were engaged in a lively conversation with two dashing English officers, who, for their own amus.e.m.e.nt, were practising upon their credulity, and flattering their national prejudices with the most depreciating remarks on England and the English people.
"I am English," cried number one; "but I am no great admirer of her people and inst.i.tutions. The Americans beat them hollow."
"All the world think so but themselves," said the younger lady; "they are such a vain, arrogant set!"
"Decidedly so. The men are bad enough, but the women,--I dare say you have heard them called handsome?"
"Ah, yes," in a very lively tone; "but I never believed it. I never in my life saw a pretty English woman among all that I have seen in New York. To my thinking, they are a sad set of frights. Stiff, formal, and repulsive, they dress in shocking bad taste, and consider themselves and their uncouth fashions as the standards of perfection."
"My dear madam, you are right. They are odious creatures. The beauty for which they were once renowned has vanished with the last generation. Our modern English girls are decided barbarians. It is impossible to meet with a pretty English woman now-a-days. I have made a vow to cut them altogether; and if ever I commit such a foolish thing as matrimony, to take to myself an _American_ wife."
"Are you in earnest?" with a very fascinating smile, and flashing upon him her fine dark eyes.
"Quite so. But, now, you must not take me for a rich English Coelebs in search of a wife. I am an unfortunate scapegrace, have run out all my means, and am not worth a York shilling to jingle on a tombstone. I was obliged to borrow money of my landlord--he"s a capital fellow--to pay my washerwoman"s bill this morning. So don"t fall in love with me. I a.s.sure you, on my honour, it would be a bad spec."
"Don"t be alarmed," returned the dark-eyed girl, evidently much pleased with her odd companion. "Are you very young?"
"I was never young. My mother told me that I had cut my wisdom-teeth when I was born. I was wide awake, too, like your clever people, and have kept my eyes open ever since.
"You have seen a great deal of the world?"
"Yes, too much of it; but "tis a tolerable world to live in after all."
"Were you ever in the United States?"
"Only crossed from the other side a few days ago. Did you not notice the arrival of Mr. P--- among the list of distinguished foreigners that honoured your great city with their presence?"
"And what struck you most when you got there?"
"Oh, the beauty and elegance of the women, of course."
"You flatter us."
"Fact, upon honour," with a quizzical application of his hand to his heart.
"What did you admire in them?"
"Their straight up and down figures. They have no vulgar redundancies--no red cheeks and pug noses; and then their voices are so sweet and harmonious, their p.r.o.nunciation so correct, so every way superior to the boisterous, hearty frankness of our British girls!"
"English women have very bad noses--I have remarked that; and they are so horribly fat, and they laugh so loud, and talk in such a high key!
My! I often wondered where they learned their manners."
"Oh! "tis all natural to them--it comes to them without teaching."
"I have been told that London is a shocking place."
"Dreadful; and the climate is disgusting. It rains there every day, and fogs are so prevalent that during the winter months, they burn candles all day to see to eat. As to the sun, he never comes out but once or twice during the summer, just to let us know that he has not been struck out of creation. And the streets, my dear young lady, are so filthy that the women have to wear pattens in their carriages."
"You don"t say?"
"Just to keep their petticoats out of the mud, which is so deep that it penetrates through the bottom of the carriages."
"I never will go to England, I declare."
"You will be better appreciated in your free and glorious country.
Slavery thrives there, and you make slaves of us poor men."
"Now, do stop there, and have done with your blarney."
"Blarney! I"m not Irish. Englishmen always speak the truth when talking to the ladies."
Here he paused, quite out of breath, and his companion in mischief commenced with the other lady.
"Who is that tall, stout, handsome man, with the fat lady on his arm, who has just entered the room?"
"That"s an American from the south; he"s worth his weight in gold, and that fleshy woman"s his wife. My! is he not handsome! and he"s so clever--one of our greatest senators."
"If size makes a man great, and he has the distinguished honour of being one of _your_ senators, he must be a great--a very great man.
"He"s a splendid orator; you should hear him speak."
"He has kept his mouth shut all day; and when he does open it, it is only to speak in French to his wife. My curiosity is excited; it would be quite a treat to hear him talk on any subject."
"When _he_ speaks, it"s always to the purpose. But there"s no one here who is able to appreciate talents like his."